Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150412014212/@comment-25686329-20150615175948

"That's because its not." Ticktania replied. "In fact, I'd wager that the scent belonged to the rather unfortunate Pamela Pumpkin-Eater, Daughter of Peter Pumpkin-Eater, and the RA of this floor of dorms."

She stood, gesturing for Minuette to follow.

"Being the RA, she could have accessed the room at any time, so I'd wager she's likely involved." One hand was behind her back while the other was raised to about mouth level, a slack, partially open fist.

"However, there's a few more loose ends to tie up."

She picked up her MirrorPhone -- Minuette's phone -- and dialed Dexter. "Open that turkey NOW."

There was a brief pause. There was some noise on the other end, before Ticktania covered the receiver with her hand and adressed the strawberry blonde girl.

"We appear to have located the gem." She said, with a devious smirk.

"Now, all that's left is finding the owner of that shoe."

- - -

After an hour or so of sheer chaos, Ticktania and Minuette had returned to the common room, with the former back in her 'smoking jacket', again sitting languidly in an armchair, Minuette opposite.

She was about to explain the whole process of the case, but waited for the go ahead. She didn't want to overwhelm the poor girl, after all.

"Well..." she said, at length. "Would you like me to explain?"