Fourth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Night, With Extra Grey Cells

[onapalebicycle]

Today, the fourth floor common room was not, in fact, the fourth floor common room. It was, rather, the scene of a murder.

The deceased -- a rather unfortunate looking stuffed animal -- lay just there, behind the sofa.

The police were stumped. The police, they saw and they observed, but they did not use the little grey cells, mon amiThe police

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[didntchewgrass]

Elphaba peered into the common room, and her curiosity got the best of her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, stepping inside.

[onapalebicycle]

"Mademoiselle," Poirot said, folding his hands behind his back. "I am investigating a crime of the utmost seriousness. Your police, they say, 'We do not know who killed this man.' But Hercule Poirot, he is not so easily fooled."

[didntchewgrass]

Elphaba just stared in disbelief. "Have you eaten strange mushrooms, George?" she asked, knowing full well what some Munchkin boys could get up sometimes.

[onapalebicycle]

Monsieur Poirot was taken aback. "I am afraid you are mistaken," he said. "George is the name of my most excellent valet."

His pronunciation softened the G considerably.

"I am Monsieur Hercule Poirot, the great detective. Criminals, they fear Hercule Poirot. They are wise to do so."

Either that, or they feared the mustache.

Don't ask how George got a mustache. Thankfully, it was fake.

[didntchewgrass]

"I see," Elphaba said, taking the mustache as an indication that George had taken to theatrics. Perhaps she was practicing her acting.

"Well, I do not fear you. Perhaps I shall just... observe your work."

[onapalebicycle]

"I feel I must inform you, mademoiselle," Poirot said, "that Poirot cannot be stopped once he has been started. Should this investigation prove painful for you, or one close to you, you may think, 'I shall ask Poirot not to go to the police.' But then it will already be too late."

[didntchewgrass]

"I have no pain at all regarding your investigation," Elphaba said, thinking that George should apply herself as strongly to her studies as well as her acting. "I shall not ask you to do anything but what you will."

[onapalebicycle]

"Indeed," he said solemnly. "And if the culprit proves to be the one you fear? -- But no. I realize, I am saying too much. Might I ask you a few questions, mademoiselle?"

[didntchewgrass]

"Oh, please," Elphaba said as she sat. She crossed her legs and peered up at George over the rims of her glasses. "Ask away, sir."

[onapalebicycle]

"Bon," Poirot said. "This man, the one who so unfortunately lies dead before us. The police, they cannot identify him, but they have reason to believe his involvement in most regrettable matters. They fear he was involved with drugs."

Poirot watched the girl's face carefully, searching for any trace of a reaction.

[didntchewgrass]

Elphaba's eyebrows raised. "Oh my," she said, playing along. Her tone was polite, not wanting to impune what she thought was George's fun. "What awful and regrettable matters indeed. Perhaps it is good we know not who he is, to spare him the shame."

[onapalebicycle]

"Mais non," Poirot said. "Hercule Poirot, he will find this man's name, and find the killer who took his life. Hercule Poirot does not fail, mademoiselle."

[didntchewgrass]

"I count on it," Elphaba said, actually finding herself amused. "For otherwise why would you be here, Hercule?"

[bamf_tastic]

Kurt waved excitedly at the green girl in strangely-colored-person solidarity. Then he gestured at poor crazy George. "We are detecting!" he answered happily. In an undertone, he added, "she's gone nuts!"

[didntchewgrass]

Blue and fuzzy, just like he'd said. "Has she lost her mind?" Elphaba asked, curious. "Has the island bewitched her in some way, perhaps?"

She didn't see a need to bring up Kurt's appearance to him. He obviously knew how he looked.

[bamf_tastic]

Kurt shrugged. "I hope so? If it's the island's fault, that means it'll probably wear off again. It would be AWFUL if she got stuck like this!"