#earthrunes

Zara tilts her head. This... was not expected.

And thus, she looks for clues.

Tall. Blue.

Maybe her guess was right. Clementine CAN change her form...

Clues become somewhat needless, though Zara proves to be right, when in an Iowan accent, the elegant woman says "How KIND of you to let me Come"

then adds to Mrs White "I feel like a darn fool. But I do love the dress"

"Madame Peacock." Prof. Zara bows.

Mrs white hisses "MEthod acting, a must!"

Clem/Mrs. Peacock smiles a bit, and says "Charmed I recokon. I mean I'm sure"

Miss Scarlet breaks into a smile at that. "Well, I suppose that's all of us?"

"It.. the number is correct, aye..." An unspoken 'but' and searching eyes.

From a corner, Siv appears in a French maid out fit "Zoot Alors, Zhall I dust in here, Mizzus White?" SHe has a feather duster

Mrs. White blinks "And WHO are you supposed to be?"

"Yvette" Siv says "I was told it was the only part missing." She glances to Wadsworth "Right Wadsworth?"

Miss Scarlett hides her amusement behind a sip of wine.

A smile for Siv. Zara is not doing a great job at holding character, nor at hiding her happiness.

"Ah, but our host? Mister Body?"

That's the only one left. So he must be. Surely.

Wadworth smiles at Mrs White , Mrs white mutters "We may many murders today"

"Oh, of course! Silly man, I wonder what's keeping him." She gives a belabored sigh designed to make her bosom heave precariously against her dress's low neckline.

"Well, in a way it makes sense that he's late" Clem/Peacock observes

"...Aye... tis the fashion."

"I'll confess, I'm not particularly familiar with our host. But I suppose he's familiar with me!" she says as if it's obvious that everybody should be familiar with her.

A set of double doors from the INSIDE opens, and out comes Earl. dressed like a victorian villain all in black. One can easily imagine him being the sort to supress wages in the coal mines or using children in factories "My apologies for being late... I had sent a letter to the queen asking her to reinstate prime nocte.. you know, for kicks"

Oh dear. Zara had taken a sip of tea. She chortles, with a rather undignified hiccup as a result.

"I am your host, and your nemesis, Mr. Boddy," Earl continues, "Called by Some Mr. Black. I am the villain of your piece, a man so obnoxious, so detestible, that almost any one would want me dead. Later," He steals Miss Scarlet's glass out of her hand and downs it "That will make you all suspects. To my untimely demise" He lifts the now empty glass

Miss Scarlett is suitably impressed by their host's entrance, and a little startled at the Professor's...chortle?!

Then her wine is absconded with and she POUTS at him.

"The man's a cad" Mrs. Peacock looks amused though

"Yes. To that," she says dryly, toasting with an empty hand and a slightly rude gesture.

Zara recovers and clear her throat. "To the villain!" She raises her cup.

Some cheers and possibly hisses in good nature rise, as glasses or fingers are lifted

Yvette does get Miss Scarlet a new glass

“Here here!” Quaffing his drink.

Miss Scarlet claims her glass with only a little vindictiveness.

Earl/Mr. Boddy moves to the professor and whispers, his character slipping to show his love "Having fun so far I hope?"

Miss Scarlet drifts over to Miss Peacock and sighs, "It's so dreadfully inconvenient when one's host is a scoundrel. Well...unless he's a scoundrel in all the right ways," she concedes with a slight purr to her voice, considering the possibilities.

Zara nods, black eyes sparkling.

"At this rate, " Mrs. Peacock observes "I think it maybe a race to see who kils him first" But a bit of humor

"Love the mustache, Vince" Siv says, her cleavage on nice display as she restores his drink

"But doesn't the Professor look happy," she observes quietly, smiling as she takes another sip of wine.

Earl smiles at his love's delight

"Though if thou art so dastardly, mine Hunter, perhaps tis my day to play Huntress." She taps his chest, right by his heart. The Raven chuckles, though only the pair of them can hear it.

Colonel Mustard purrs in delight at the praise, admiring Yvette's assets, though in a gentlemanly fashion.

"Oh, you have reason to solve this first" Earl teases, and smiles at the touch "Trust me. " A look to Mrs. White "Shall I tell them?"

Brow arch!

"By all means. Mister Boddy" Mrs. White says "After all, you are our host and possibly victim of anyone of us"

Mr. Boddy puts on a smug arrogant look "As you know, I, Mr. Boddy, am obnoxiously rich. Child servants making things in factories will do that for you. In my pursuit of wealth, I have made some purchases. Including a few prize detective literature books by the likes of some highbrows named Doyle, Poe, and Christie, among others. Some of these are already in a rather exellent library I hear, but, a few are not, and these are different editions than those in the library. Now, being a fiend of pretension, Mr. Boddy does not read these books. He merely leaves them out for show. Why I bet i use some as coasters." he takes another sip of his refilled glass while the others deal with that horror

Gasp! Hiss! Pearls to clutch!

"Oh, the scandal of it all," Miss Scarlet says with some amusement.