Murder Mystery: The Garden...

The Professor and Frassmo kept walking hastily through the garden...hastily...hastily. They didn't even bother to look behind themselves to see if the others were following. They both had distinct looks upon their faces....the Professor had a look of sheer conviction...suspicion...stoicism...and anger spread across his older mask. Frassmo...on the other hand...looked more calm...passive...alert...but convicted as well. The two walked and walked and walked...when suddenly...the Professor fell....again...


(angrily) DAMMIT!!!


//sits-up and brushes himself off....again...


(angrily) Man, if I trip over this damn hose one more friggin' time...


Plummonkey slams the hose to the ground and stands-up. He continues to the scene of the crime and meets Frassmo...who is waiting for the group; sitting beside cb's lifeless body....


(stoically) *sighs*


//snaps around to the group//


(stoically/angrily) Well...take a gander, folks...


//lights another cigarette...//

 

//peers around people's shoulders to catch a glimpse of the dead body

Oh my goodness!

//buries her head in the Dr's shoulders

//takes another peek

 

//comes into the garden

Who is this B'o...person?

Whatever.

//sidles up next to the Professor

//looks down

Oh cb! How horrible! This couldn't have been an accident. I mean, that hose is lodged in his back for goodness sake!

It looks like a special effect from that movie I did, The Adventures of Debbie in Zombie Town.

//cries

 

//embraces Ursula//


(consoling..yet suspicious) It's ok, my love...it's ok...


The Professor closes his eyes. Her sweet embrace is very refreshing...and makes him feel alive again. After several seconds, he looks back down at cb...and then looks over to his long-time friend, Mr. Frassmo. The two trade yet another knowing look...a look that good friends can give each other...an "unspoken silence"...


//looks back over to the others...//


(stoically) Anymore thoughts?

 

//pulls out a cigarrette

At last, I can get my morning smoke.

So what now? Should someone look at the body?

 

//lifts head off of blue-screen-of-death's shoulder

I thought that's what we were looking at. Was there something else out here we were supposed to see? Oohhh, look at the butterfly.

//gets distracted and looks at insect flying by

 

*sigh* I mean examine the body.

//hangs head

Wait, what's this?

picks up an object in the grass

Anyone lose a heel to their shoe?

 

//slowly steps away from Ursula...//


(stoically/suspiciously) Well...Mr. Sandwich...you sure do seem to have a handle on things, don't you?


The Professor leers at Hamilton again...piercing him with his suspicious gaze. He stands toe to toe with Sandwich...looking him over...sizing him up...looking...waiting...hoping for him to crack. Suddenly, a familiar voice yells-out to Plummonkey...


Frassmo: (seriously) Professor...please! Stop this! Come here, me boy...


//looks back at Frassmo//


(stoically) In a minute...


//looks back at Sandwich...//


(smirking/whispering) So...you think you can fool me? Try again...my friend...


//leans closer to Sandwich...and whispers into his ear...//


(whispering) I don't trust you any farther than I can throw you...just watch yourself...

Frassmo: (sharply) Professor!


No response from Plummonkey...who continues to stare-down Sandwich...


Frassmo: (sharply/frustrated) James!


The very mention of his first name got The Professor's attention....


//turns to Frassmo...//


Frassmo: (pleading) Please...stop this...come here, boyo...


//looks down and thinks to self for a second...//


(stoically) Fine.


//walks-up to Mr. Frassmo and kneels down to the limp body of their host...cbjedi...and begins to investigate...//


//turns to Sandwich...//


(surprised/investigating) What? A heel? ?

 

Professor, Hamilton...please. Things are bad enough as they are.

May I see that heel, Hamilton? Thank you.

It looks to be a heel from a woman's shoe. I doubt we can draw any conclusions from it though, as I believe everyone spent some time in the garden the previous night.

//kneels down beside the Professor, examining the body

Why does the water around the body seem soapy? That's odd.

 

//bristles at the professor

No, no. I can't let him get to me. Can't let him irritate me. I need to relax a bit. Get my thoughts straight

This is all a bit too gloomy for me. If you don't mind, I'll be back inside. If I see the others that haven't awoken yet, I'll let them know what has happened. As for me, I'm getting a drink.

//walks off

 

//glances at BSOD...and then glances at Frassmo...//


(stoically) I'm not entirely sure, Mr. Death...it is rather odd....rather odd indeed...


//continues to examine the body...//


//smirks at Hamilton as he walks away...//


(stocially/suspiciously) Heh. That right...go and get yourself a drink! That's the perfect solution...


//goes back to investigating the body//


The Professor looks-up and looks at Mr. Frassmo...and thinks to himself for a few brief moments...


(yelling at Hamilton) Hey! I'll take a White Russian please! If it isn't too much trouble!

Frassmo: (also yelling at Hamilton) And I'll take a Rum & Coke, me laddie! Thanksya much!


The two friends look at each other and start chuckling. They then go back to investigating the body...

 

//looks up in alarm

Heel? Well, that certainly interesting isn't it? I wonder who's it is?

//coughs

 

//looks down at her fuzzy slippers

Well, that's certainly not mine! But, I did hear Miss Ursula trotting down the hall in the middle of the night!

//turns toward Ursula, and stares her down

 

//looks at Shanaenae

Well, I'm a little traumatized by cb's untimely death, I don't really remember what type of shoes I was wearing last night.

If you'll excuse me, I don't wish to be around poor cb's body any longer. I need to be alone for awhile.

//whispers in the Professor's ear

I'll see you later.

 

//walks in cheerfully, seeing some of the other house guests//

Qanuipit!

//begins to greet them in Inuktitut, the Inuit language, but then notices the body of cb on the ground//

//pauses for a moment, looking a little shocked, but not altogether disappointed//

(quietly) How did this happen?

 

//turns to Ursula

Yes, you will see me later.

Well, my Inuit friend, it seems that our host, cb, met an unforunate end due to a suspiciously implanted garden hose.

My compatriot, Mr. Death, here has noticed that a woman's shoe heel was left here and that there seem to be soap shavings scattered around the area as well. That seems odd.

Frassmo: Quite odd, old friend.

//continues his inspection

 

//a slightly worried look passes her face//

Soap?

(adding quickly)

... and a hose? How strange.

//glances down at the body again, bites her lip, then turns//

I... I don't think I can watch this any longer.

//it is said with nervousness, not disgust. before the Professor can say anything, she leaves the garden//

 

It looks like it may be starting to rain. We probably shouldn't move the remains until we can actually get the authorities here, but I can't let poor cb sit here and get soaked.

I believe I saw a folded tarp over in the greenhouse, I'll go fetch that so cb won't wash away, the poor wretch.

 

Um...is there anything I can do to help Bl...Mr. Death?

 

Sure, I could always use a hand.

//runs through the rain across the garden to the greenhouse.

 

Yee haw!

//runs after him

 

//walks back, covers cb's body with the tarp

That should protect you from the rain. I have the utmost respect for the dead, old friend.

//smiles and then runs for the kitchen

 

//kicks the body

//runs after Blue

 

//Lucino is going through a stroll in the garden, thus far oblivious to the turmoil going through the rest of the Mansion. Walking along, he comes to the edge of the greenhouse and sees a foot sticking out around the corner.//

That's odd. Wait a minute....

//Lucino gets closer and notices that the foot belons to the body of the Professor//

Oh, my....

//Lucino is quite shocked, and for a moment thinks that the Professor is dead. Worried, he attempts to wake him.//

Professor, professor!