iClue
Disclaimer: Said authoress is not the owner of iCarly or Clue.
Author's Notes: I can't believe it took me so long to just sit here and write this! Ugh, I'm getting LAZY! I had the previous chapter ready, but that was mostly just copying and pasting. I've learned a long time ago not to just delete things once your done with them.
Chapter 2: iPlum?
...Ugh...
...That...hurt...
...Where am I?
I allow my eyes to flutter open, half-sure I am either on the floor of the school, or in a hospital. To my great surprise, I'm neither. Right now, I'm sitting in what can only be described as a taxi. The oldest taxi I have ever seen in my life, I feel compelled to add. The seats were some sort of velvety leather, and The man driving the cab is wearing a hat I'd seen in a movie once. Worn by a taxi driver. In the mid-20th century. Okay, where am I?
After a moment, the taxi stops. The driver turns around and, much to my surprise, he looks like Lewbert! Wart and all! He stares at me with the same scowl he gives everyone and announces, "We're here, now get outta my cab!" Same old Lewbert.
I, however, have no idea where we are. "We're... where, exactly?"
Lewbert does that scream/sigh/growl in annoyance thing, like he does when there are people in his lobby, and points outside, "Tudor Mansion. You're destination, remember... sir?" I don't miss how he stresses the word sir, forcing it out. Well, as a cab driver, you do have to be a little more polite than yelling at everyone who comes within twenty yards of you. He must have a little more patience than the Lewbert I know and hate.
I take a look outside. Tudor Mansion, as it's called, is sitting atop a hill, with a beautifully kept front lawn. All that means to me is that if this is my destination, it means I have to climb up a hill. A tall looking hill. Oh, joy.
"Well, now that you know where we are... GET OUTTA MY CAB!!!" He started out kinda nice, but screams that last part at me. I begin to open the door, but look back at him (And force myself not to flinch at his angry expression), and inquire:
"Wait, don't I have to pay you?" He snarls back at me rudely.
"You paid me in advance, remember Professor?" Since when was I a professor? But, seeing as I have no say in this crazy world, I nod politely, and bolt out of his cab. Yup, just as crazy as Lewbert.
Somehow managing to trudge my way up that hill (Which is a lot bigger than it looks, by the way), I end up at the front door of Tudor Manor. The mansion is only two stories, but the largeness of the size of the mansion floor plan, and the surrounding property more than make up for it. Not knowing what else to do, I knock on the door and wait.
Moments later, the door opens, and standing before me is...wait, mom?
"Ah," She says, completely not recognizing me (For who I am, anyways), "Welcome to the manor, Professor Plum," Plum? Was that me? For the first time, I notice my mother is wearing a maid's outfit. "My name is Mrs. White, but you may call me Marissa," I nod absentmindedly. At least that part hasn't changed. Something's still off, though.
To help me try to figure it out, I ask her, "Um, have we met before?" I really hope we hadn't. If that's not the case, I can try faking amnesia. She stares at me, and then laughs. Not joyfully, though. It's somewhat depressing and hollow, like she didn't really mean it. Not a good sign.
"No, we've never met personally. But, I have a past as an actress. Little Miss Marissy? You've heard of it, I'm sure," Nope, never have. But I can't risk offending 'Miss Marissy', so I nod politely and confirm what she's said. And she takes me inside.
I'm apparently a welcomed guest, because Mrs. White, or Marissa, or mom, or whoever she is right now, gives me a grand tour of the place. It's just as big, if not bigger, than it looks! A spa, a lounge, a theater (Which I consider pretty primitive, but it's an apparent advancement here), and other such places. Never in my life have I seen so much... stuff. A thought suddenly occurs to me.
"Mo-Marissa?" I ask, hoping silently that she wouldn't notice the mistake I made with her name. Luck seems to be on my side (For once), and she looks back, ignoring my mix-up, "Um, just where is our host? I mean, surely someone else will be here," And she stares at me for a moment.
"Oh, yes, our host is out at the moment and will join us shortly-" A sudden knocking sound interrupts her, "And that must be one of the other guests," Other guests? Is this some kind of house party? I follow, partially out of curiosity, and partially because I've got nothing better to do, and don't really feel comfortable here. Silently, I follow her to the door, and watch nonchalantly as she answers it.
Seeing the person on the other side makes me freeze.
A stunningly familiar girl enters the room. Dressed in a long, red dress, it was quite obvious she hadn't wanted to come here. No make-up (Unusual for a girl of this time era), no special accessories, just a red dress, and flowing blond hair that reached her mid-back, though it looks like she gave up half-way through trying to french braid it.
I know that girl. Sam... or at least, she looks like Sam.
"Welcome, I'm assuming your Samantha Scarlet?" Mom/White asks Sam politely. Sam/Scarlet snorts, looking anywhere but at Mom/White.
"Call me Scar, and I've come here because I had no choice. Where's Boddy, lets get this little party of his over with," I'll assume Boddy is our host. Mom/White scoffs, shaking her head.
"He's not here at the moment. The other guests will be here shortly, and I must wait for them. Professor, could you give her the tour?" I gulp nervously, because she looks just as scary as the real Sam. But, not wanting to arouse suspicion, I nod. We walk out of the front hall, and the first thing she says to me is:
"I don't like you," Could've seen that coming a thousand times over.
"You don't have to, you just have to put with me," And we continue our tour in silence.
After a while, Mom/White shows us to our rooms. I still haven't seen the other guests, but I'm pretty sure they're people I know. After getting settled, Mom/White calls everyone down for dinner.
At dinner, my suspicion is proven correct. The only other female I see is Carly, wearing a deep blue dress, make-up, a bunch of jewelry, and a feather boa. Her hair is pretty much the same, though. Her name is Carlotta Peacock. An old man wearing a dark yellow military suit is the first other male I meet. Howard's twin, but his name is Howard Mustard. I met him when I ran into him on the way to the bathroom, and knocked us both down. Ow. He screamed bloody murder at me, then went to his room. The other male here is Gibby, or Reverend Gibson Green. With a green business suit, he is so much more serious here. He doesn't even take his shirt off! And I've met the other house guests.
It's at dinner where we first meet the mysterious Mr. Boddy.
Sam/Scar, like her counter-part, loves ham, and snarls at Gibby/Green for trying to take a piece while she's still having her fill. Trying not to arouse suspicion, I ask the other house guests about Mr. Boddy. The only one who knows anything about Mr. Boddy is Carly/Peacock.
"He's my only relative at the moment. He sent me a letter, claiming he's throwing a party with some old some people he's known," Only relative, huh? I have a pretty good idea on who he is...
Just as I finish this thought, the door opens, and standing there, in a black suit that looks way too casual for this occasion, is Carly's older brother, Spencer Shay. Or Spencer Boddy, now.
"Ah, Mr. Boddy, welcome home! I didn't hear you come in..." Mom/White is stunned by his sudden appearance. Frankly, we all are. Well, they are all, at least. Seeing Spencer in this position leaves me not surprised at all.
"Of course you didn't!" Spencer/Boddy replies all too joyfully, "I know this place better than my left hand! Not my right hand, though," He then looks thoughtfully at his right hand, and I hold in laughter. Dream or not, Spencer will always be semi-psychotic.
"Now then, I'll let you all in on a little secret: The party doesn't start until tomorrow!" He beams joyfully at us, "You all, however, are special guests, and I would like you to be here tonight. You've already seen your rooms. I, myself, will be wandering the manor randomly. So, don't be surprised if I walk into a room unannounced (I'm not used to having guests here), or knock on your bedroom door," And he smiles at Mom/White, "Mrs. White, did you finish with all the arrangements for tomorrow?"
"Yes, sir," Mom/White replies dutifully. Spencer/Boddy grins at her, looking only too much like the Cheshire cat, "Everything's in place..."
And for some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling something is gonna go horribly wrong.
And it will, or this wouldn't be an interesting story, now would it? For those who are confused as to why I refer to a person as real name/clue name, it's not to remind you who they are (It's not that hard to remember), but because Freddie's getting used to his friends being new people who don't know him. And now you know who Scar is!
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