Fable's Bureau of Investigation Chapter 1: New Beginnings (Open to All!)

[StaticPinks]

OOC Thread here

-Anybody may come in introduce your character and mysterious mystery/unsolvable crime to amateur detective Fable Weaver!

-Add any ideas or specifics in the OOC.

-Goes on a first come, first serve basis.

Fable Weaver felt like he was dreaming the most impossible dream. In front of him stood a small building, situated in the heart of Ponyville, smack dab in the middle of town square. A sign up front read out to anypony interested in this new addition.

"Fable Weaver, Ponyville Private Investigator in Personal Affairs and Mysteries"

Another sign adjacent to the first read out "Open", waiting with open arms to anypony in need.

Fable Weaver closed his eyes and smiled at how he acquired such a building, and more so, how he was able to achieve one of his greatest dreams and live it out in his everyday life. He recalled meeting with the newly crowned Princess Twilight for a simple visit to her castle. It was then when she recalled her misplacing a book she held in high regard. Being the strapping gentlecolt that he was, we offered to use his self-taught sleuthing skills to help her out. After deducing it was only in her dragon assistant Spike's possession, the lavender alicorn was very impressed with his investigative prowess. After explaining his dream of living out his own character's lives, Twilight gave him a small grant that allowed him a chance to live out his dream and use his exceptional detective skills to help out ponies in need around Ponyville. Fable could hardly believe it at the time, and still couldn't believe it now. He had never expected to actually be a private investigator for Ponyville so soon after visiting the fair town, but Fable took the job with an air of duty and pride. He then moved part of his personal confections from his home in Fillydelphia and placed them in the building he was now standing in front of him, both as a hub for his new occupation and a second home.

He had thought briefly about leaving his old job of writing mystery fiction in favour of the real thing, but quickly brushed the idea aside. He still enjoyed writing very much, and still wanted to keep that special bond between him and his father. Besides, having a job as a real detective could aide him for plenty of plot opportunities and colourful characters. Yes, he decided that his new life would only aide in many more stories he could write about, almost like how a certain adventurer might go about it.

Fable fixed his glasses, and straightened his trademark bow tie for what he felt was the hundredth time before walking through the door to officially start his first work day. As he walked in to the main lobby, he was greeted with a very basic waiting room. A few folding chairs and tables were littered around the small room, with various magazines and books set neatly for easy access. On one wall sat a few closed doors, a couple marked as washrooms for his future client. The opposite wall held a newer door marked as a "break" room of sorts, for the receptionist or any other ponies he could consider adding to his staff.

On one corner of the room, up against a wall, was what Fable assumed was the receptionist's desk. Seated in a modern office chair behind the desk was a positive looking mare with a very eager expression on her face, humming a small tune and drumming her hooves on the surface of her desk. Her lively mood was interrupted by the slamming of the front door, causing her to jump visibly in her chair and look directly at Fable. She jumped out of her chair, sprinting up to the newly appointed investigator with a look of glee on her face. She took Fable's hoof in her own and shook it up and down vigorously, while talking very rapidly in an over-enthusiastic, cheerful tone in her voice.

"Oh my gosh, Mr. Weaver, it's soooooo nice to meet you! I'm Scribble Scribe, your personal secretary to help you with your new job, whether it be paperwork, scheduling, and greeting anypony who wishes to seek your assistance! Oh my gosh, this is soooooo exciting! I'll be sure to not let you or Princess Twilight down, I swear it!"

In the grant, Princess Twilight gave Fable many things he needed to be a proper investigator, such as a badge and the small, important objects needed to perform the job adequately. On top of that, Twilight presented Scribble Scribe to be a secretary that takes messages and organizes meetings for ponies who need Fable's help. She was a bright, kind lass that was able to prove her worth as Fable's assistant, but often had a little too much energy for her own good from what he saw previously.

Fable smiled at his new secretary, unsure what to really say or what to really do. He went with a curt greeting and told her to just let him know if there's anypony who needs his assistance. With that, Fable walked past the reception desk with a final smile towards Scribble before entering his own personal office to start his first work day for many days to come.

His office was of no real finesse, much like the rest of the interior. A few idle paintings, a bookshelf, a filing cabinet and a very modern office desk sat on the opposite side of the door. Fable noted to himself that he should get a little bit of colour, or perhaps a Neighton's Cradle. It would certainly take a bit of time and money to make his new office seem like home to him.

After taking his cursory glance around the office, he finally sat in a simple cotton pillow situated behind his desk to rest his legs. The desktop held his private Investigator grant, an official Ponyville investigator badge, and his deed to the building he now owned. He hastily moved his papers into the cabinet, and clipped his badge onto his signature bow tie. He then noted some folders, a pencil holder with plenty of sharpened pencils, and some notepads he regularly used during his day.

Sure, fable was still stunned by this new opportunity he was presented with, but he still had a job to do, which started with working on some of those papers before his first clients came through the door. Picking up a pencil and flexing his wings, Fable Weaver started grinding down on some reports of whatever minor crimes Ponyville or any other city may have had, all the while gazing hopefully at his closed office door, awaiting anypony who would require his aide.

[Blueblood]

A reporter with a greater degree of professional pride or arrogance of mental prowess might have shied away at first in asking the help of a fellow investigator. Earth Writer, however, had not been a hoofpad of Fleet Street long enough to acquire that particular habit of mind, and at the first mention of the mystery buzzing around the offices of the Canterlot Chronicle had volunteered to go back to his old home town and hunt up a certain detective of which he had heard.

Thus it was that a tan and lanky unicorn stallion came around to knock on the door of Fable Weaver's office. That portal would reveal a rather eccentrically dressed figure, with a powder-blue jacket, bright orange tie and grey felt hat. "Bohemian," the fashionable would have called it, and he did indeed belong to the Low Society of Canterlot, as was traditional to his profession. "Mr. Weaver?" He called out, not nervously like a client, but as one professional to another. "If you're not too busy, I believe I may have a case of interest to you." A glow of magic surrounded a little card in his front pocket, which he placed upon the desk. "Earth Writer, Canterlot Chronicle. I'm here on behalf of my editor, who's concerned about a missing journalist of his."