This is just a short semi-update here. I got to know the Clue characters a little better and explored the mansion. Two of the family members didn't have jobs, so I had them register as NRaas Unemployed and gave them $100 daily stipends. I'll have the others quit their outside jobs and register as Unemployed too--for the sake of the story challenge. I can't have them driving off in car pools in the middle of clue hunting!
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Get a Clue: Part 1.5
The whole house was in an uproar, crying and carrying on like the mascot was their dearest of friends. But was it all just for show?
They all claimed they barely knew Carie, but every last one of them vowed to resurrect her. No one believed a word anyone else said.
They immediately searched for ways an outsider might have gotten into the manor.
They found secret doors and hidden bookcases, but no sign of an intruder--so far.
Colonel Mustard took it upon himself to bury Carie in the backyard. It was agreed that the police would not be called. Who would miss a dancing llama anyway? Besides, everyone in the house had a secret to hide. A dead body would bind them together and guarantee silence.
The isolated mansion sat hushed and still in the woods. Evening approached and fog began to roll in from the lake. A storm was brewing on the horizon.
The only sound to be heard outside was the light flow of water in the fountain.
Boddy Black was brooding. He himself had recently suffered a mysterious death. The old gypsy had heard him howling in the nearby woods and had used a rare herb to improve his ghostly existence, but he was in no way his former self.
Boddy knew something about Carie that the others didn't. It was his personal secret, and he wasn't telling a soul.
Just then, an eerie tinny music was heard drifting towards Boddy Mansion--low and distant at first, then distinct and threatening. It was the Frosty Dreams Clown! He'd be parking his van at the manor for hours. Watching, always watching. They'd have to get rid of this unwanted visitor. ... Bad timing for the clown.
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Get a Clue: Part 1.5
The whole house was in an uproar, crying and carrying on like the mascot was their dearest of friends. But was it all just for show?
They all claimed they barely knew Carie, but every last one of them vowed to resurrect her. No one believed a word anyone else said.
They immediately searched for ways an outsider might have gotten into the manor.
They found secret doors and hidden bookcases, but no sign of an intruder--so far.
Colonel Mustard took it upon himself to bury Carie in the backyard. It was agreed that the police would not be called. Who would miss a dancing llama anyway? Besides, everyone in the house had a secret to hide. A dead body would bind them together and guarantee silence.
The isolated mansion sat hushed and still in the woods. Evening approached and fog began to roll in from the lake. A storm was brewing on the horizon.
The only sound to be heard outside was the light flow of water in the fountain.
Boddy Black was brooding. He himself had recently suffered a mysterious death. The old gypsy had heard him howling in the nearby woods and had used a rare herb to improve his ghostly existence, but he was in no way his former self.
Boddy knew something about Carie that the others didn't. It was his personal secret, and he wasn't telling a soul.
Just then, an eerie tinny music was heard drifting towards Boddy Mansion--low and distant at first, then distinct and threatening. It was the Frosty Dreams Clown! He'd be parking his van at the manor for hours. Watching, always watching. They'd have to get rid of this unwanted visitor. ... Bad timing for the clown.
