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gooseberryhigh2017-05-12 06:31 pm
cecaelian) wrote in gooseberryhigh2017-05-12 06:31 pm
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The Bacherloette: Prom Edition - Season Finale!
Who: Ursula de Luca & Ferdie Ayers
When: Friday evening, May 12th.
Where: Ribbonfin Junior boys' cabin.
What: Ursula and Ferdie play Clue for the thrilling conclusion of The Bachelorette: Prom Edition.
Warnings: Clueless players murder the rules of Clue. (In progress.)
When: Friday evening, May 12th.
Where: Ribbonfin Junior boys' cabin.
What: Ursula and Ferdie play Clue for the thrilling conclusion of The Bachelorette: Prom Edition.
Warnings: Clueless players murder the rules of Clue. (In progress.)
With only two weeks left until prom, it was time to bring this competition to a close and what better way to select a final companion than to test their mettle in a game of Clue? Ferdie had successfully made it past the previous two challenges: ability to keep a shirt tucked in for more than thirty minutes and possession of a pleasingly complementary height and coloring. (There were photos to be considered, after all.) But this final round may have been the most important as there was sure to be a crown up for grabs and Ursula couldn't chance having a partner whose deductive reasoning was anything less than stellar.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor with the game board sprawled out in front of her, Ursula moved her little red piece into the conservatory and contemplated her next accusation. They'd been playing for some time now and she'd managed to cross a few of the usual suspects off her list: Colonel Mustard, Mr. Green, and Mrs. White had all been exonerated, at least for today. But her own name had yet to be cleared. Was she a murderess? Should she accuse herself? Maybe not quite yet. She tapped her chin a few times as she put on her best eureka! face, "Perhaps it was Mrs. Peacock in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"
Sitting cross-legged on the floor with the game board sprawled out in front of her, Ursula moved her little red piece into the conservatory and contemplated her next accusation. They'd been playing for some time now and she'd managed to cross a few of the usual suspects off her list: Colonel Mustard, Mr. Green, and Mrs. White had all been exonerated, at least for today. But her own name had yet to be cleared. Was she a murderess? Should she accuse herself? Maybe not quite yet. She tapped her chin a few times as she put on her best eureka! face, "Perhaps it was Mrs. Peacock in the conservatory with the lead pipe!"