Get a Clue
Nintendo style! XD At school we had a hall decorating competition, the theme being 'board games'. The Juniors did Clue, which for some reason gave me the idea for this fic. Some of the character traits are based on the movie, some are from the books, and some I just made up. If you've never seen the movie or read any of the short stories, then what I just said won't matter in the slightest. And you ought to go rent to movie, because it's funny - Also you should know that in this fic none of the characters know each other, nor are they related in any way, even if in the games they are. And so, without further ado, here's another story from the pathetically videogame-obsessed mind of me: Get a Clue!
Chapter One: Meet the Guests
It was a dark and stormy night. Lightning tore across the sky in sudden vivid bolts, illuminating the gloomy world for a few brief seconds before darkness returned with a sound of thunder. Rain poured steadily down from the swirling smoke-grey mass of clouds above in sheets, drenching a lone figure who was running from a green car to the shelter of the porch of a huge mansion which stood on a hill at the end of an old road.
Waiting on the stoop a round grey boo floated, adjusting his monacle slightly as he watched the wet man approach. The person emerging from the darkness was dressed for the most part in green; his shirt and cap were the color of summer grass- or they usually were, though they looked darker now because they were wet. He wore white gloves and denim overalls as well, and the outfit was completed by a pair of blain brown shoes.
"Welcome, sir," the old-looking ghost said as the young man stepped onto the porch. "Forgive me for asking, but shouldn't you have brought an umbrella?"
"Well, I didn't know it was going to rain," he replied, pushing a loose strand of wet brown hair out of his bright blue eyes and looking around nervously. "Is- is this the right place?"
"Well, that really depends on where you were going, sir," the boo said with a hint of amusement. "But assuming that you recieved an invitation from a "Mister Boddy", then you've come to the right creepy mansion. Please, follow me," he said, turning and foating through the front door. A moment later the door opened from the inside, allowing the dripping guest to enter.
"My name is Bootler, by the way," the boo continued. "And in case you couldn't figure it out by my name, I am the butler."
"I'm Luigi," Luigi replied, looking around the entrance hall. "But my invitation said 'Mister Green'. I am the right person, right?"
"Yes. You see, my employer, Mr. Boddy, is very... eccentric. All six guests are refered to by color. Everything will be explained once the others arrive. Until then, though, perhaps you would be more comfotable in the lounge?"
Luigi nodded and allowed himself to be led along the long foyer and through a door leading out to the right. Inside was a cozy room full of armchairs and sofas. Coffee had been set out on a tray on a low coffee table, and a crackling fire was burning in the fireplace.
"Make yourself comfortable," Bootler said, beckoning Luigi- or "Mr. Green"- in with a wave of one short arm. "If you need anything I will be waiting on the porch for the other guests, or you can ring this bell to call up the cook, who incidentally also is the maid. As technically she is to be one of the guests as well, you will call her Mrs. White, though her real name is Tayce T."
"Thank you," Luigi said, seating himself in an armchair near the fire. Bootler bowed (he would have only dipped his head normally, but as he was a boo this was hard to do without the rest of the body following) and floated back through the door. The young man took off his cap for a moment and wrung it out before placing it carefully back on his head and staring into the fire, wondering what was going on and why he'd been summoned.
Bootler watched as a red sports car parked alongside Luigi's older green one. The driver's side door opened and a shiny red umbrella popped out and was opened. It was followed by a young woman in a red dress, wearing red high-heels and white gloves that went up past her elbows. Slamming her car door and holding the umbrella over her head she walked up the the large house, the heels of her shoes clicking against the concrete.
"Welcome, Madame," Bootler said in his usual dreary voice as she climbed the steps to the porch, putting down her umbrella and shaking it out. "This is, as I am sure you are aware, the home of Mr. Boddy, who has called you here via invitation. My name is Bootler, the butler."
The lady raised an eyebrow at the ghost and held up the invitation. "My name's Pauline, and I'd like to know why it doesn't say that on this invite," she said. She spoke in a Brooklyn accent.
Bootler nodded. "Yes, I know. I'm guessing that your's is addressed to Ms. Scarlett, correct? Don't fret, everything will be explained as soon as everyone else arrives. Please, would you care to join the first guest, Mr. Green, in the lounge?"
"I'm guessing that's not his real name, either," she remarked, but agreed to follow the ghost inside. He brought her into the inviting little room and introduced her to Luigi, who was still for the most part rather wet.
"Nice t'meet ya," she said, looking him up and down. "Didn't bring an umbrella?" she said at the sight of his still damp clothing.
"No," he admitted sheepishly.
"So what do you expect all this is about?"
He shrugged. "Search me. I'm clueless."
She pushed her long brown hair back over her shoulder and sighed. "Well, Mr. Green, looks like we'll have to wait for the creepy butler to spill the beans."
Just then there was a ring at the doorbell. Bootler invited Pauline to make herself comfortable as well, assured her once again that everything would be explained in time, and left to answer the door.
The heavy front door swung open to reveal not one, but two new guests; a koopa with a tan shell wearing a pith helmet, and another young woman wearing a long blue gown and a ponytail with blue feathers sticking out of it. They each held dripping umbrellas, which matched their outfits.
"Oh, I wasn't aware that you would know each other," Bootler said, sounding surprised.
The blonde girl shook her head. "We don't," she said, pointing behind her at a yellow jeep and a blue convertable, which were parked side by side in the driveway. "We just showed up at the same time."
"Yes, quite," the koopa agreed, twirling his neat lack moustache. "Never seen this young lady before in m'life, aside from now. We were just getting through introductions, old chap. Looks like we'll have to start them over, wot? My name's Kolorado, and this is-"
"Miss Peacock," Bootler interrupted. "And you are Colonel Mustard from now on, sir. It may seem silly, but Mr. Boddy wishes it, and I think that, given the circumstances, it may be to your advantage to go along with his rather eccentric desires. More will be explained once the final guest arrives. Until then would you please follow me?"
They stepped inside and followed him into the lounge, where they were introduced to Luigi and Pauline, called by their color-coded names.
"It's a pleasure to meet you both," Miss Peacock said pleasantly, shaking each of their hands in turn. She made a face at the cold wet feel of Luigi's glove. "Geez, don't you have a pumbersaul? You're all damp," she stated, putting her own blue umbrella aside.
"Yeah, I know," he mumbled.
"Wonderful night for a mysterious meeting, wouldn't you say?" Kolorado said, picking up a cup of coffee and sipping it. "What's with the silly color business, though? Seems a bit odd, doesn't it?"
Pauline nodded. She was sitting on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other and a cup of steaming cappuccino in her hands. "It is silly, ain't it? Really, what kind of nut is this Boddy guy anyways?" Then, as an afterthought and more to herself than anyone else, she added, "I wonder what he looks like?"
"You will find out soon enough, Madame. He will make his appearance shortly," Bootler said. "Until then I will be waiting for the final guest to arrive."
A small old junker trundled up the private drive, rust showing through chipped purple paint. It finally pulled up next to the other cars and parked, emitting grey exhaust that almost looked purple in the gloom. An old man peered through the rain-spattered windsheild to look up at the forboding mansion as lightning streaked across the sky behind it. He grinned. This place was right up his alley.
He opened the door, but instead of putting up an umbrella he tossed out a small round object, which landed on the concrete with a clatter. Pulling a remote control out of his pocket, he pointed it at the object and pushed the button. Immedeately he little round box shook and opened, and out sprang an umbrella, which opened itself in midair.
He quickly stepped out and grabbed its handle before it landed, shutting the car door behind him. "Success!" he chuckled to himself, making his way up to the mansion.
"Welcome to Mr. Boddy's mansion," Bootler said boredly. "You must be Professor Plum."
"Actually," the short man said, adjusting his enormous round spectacles, "It's Professor E. Gadd." His dark purple shirt was just visible under the long white lab coat he wore over his other clothes. The coat was so long it hung past his ankles, just barely stopping short of the soles of his large brown shoes.
"Actually, it's Prof. Plum," Bootler said, grinning. "That's what your invitation said, am I right?"
"Well, sure, sonny, but that's not my name!"
"Well, it is now. Come inside and I'll explain everything."
After introductions had been made, and the Prof. had commented on what a shame it was that Mr. Green hadn't been equipped with his latest invention for sheilding against precipitation, Bootler picked up the silver bell he had pointed out to Luigi earlier, and rang it.
A moment later an old mushroom woman entered, wearing a black-and-white maid's uniform. She curtsied politely. "You rang?"
"Yes, Mrs. White. All of the other guests are here, and you were the only one missing. Mr. Boddy should be ariving any minute."
The aged mushroomian smiled around at the odd-looking assembly. "My, it is nice to meet you all! I've been wondering what all this is about. Mr. Boddy's been arranging this for weeks- months even. Why, you look like you fell in a swimming pool, hon! Didn't you realize it was raining?" she added, spotting Luigi. He made a face but didn't answer.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," a voice said suddenly, startling them all. The all turned around to face a figure hidden in the shadows of one corner of the room. "Welcome to my home. I'm so glad you all could make it."
Bwaha XD I drew a blank on Miss Peacock, so I'm just making her up :) As for the rest, what do you think? Did I pick good people? Who do you think Mr. Boddy will be, hmmm? And, for those of you who've seen Clue the Movie... isn't Mr. Green just like Luigi? I mean, it's kinda uncanny how similar their personalities are, wouldn't you say? Not to mention the conveniant color match XD Just a thought. Anyways please read and review, tell me what you think, it really makes my day :)