Earwig; Ace Detective.

Chewed Pencil: Roll your die to see if you have enough points in your 'Hard Boiled' stat to look as badass as possible.

You desperately try and look as bad as as physically possible! You manage to fumble. Good for you. While you’re fumbling for your expression, you notice a small piece of paper swirl in the turbulence behind the she demon.

Whatever. Can’t possibly actually be important.

soraxroxas123 Check Hard Boiled leader board

There’s no need to check that, silly! You already know you are clearly below a baby chicken in terms of sheer hard broiled-ness. Seriously. A baby chicken looks cooler than you right now. Sweat is pouring under your hat as the metaphorical she trouble cat feline metaphor….whatever, stares at you with eyes a glinting. Cheep cheep, mother-

Oh no, her mouth is moving.

This should mean something to you, but you fluffed up your hard broiled roll to the point of incredulity.

OH NO, SHE’S TALKING. QUICK, PANIC!

the host: Proceed to get up, completely ignoring the mare, walk out of the room, walk down the street, into the gunshop, buy a mint 357 magnum, walk back up the street, back to your room, sit down in your chair, and casualy shoot the dame in the chest.

That’s a great idea! Get the hive out of dodge away from the crazy feline of fury and skip town while she’s occupied processing your excuse.

Roll the excuse generator!

You calmly explain to the cat (and by calmly, you’re sweating bullets) that you need to go to the gun store because you left your cat in the bath tub. She gives you a look like a train gives a damsel in distress tied to the tracks. The train isn’t going to stop just because of a little blood shed, that’s for sure.

That, and saying you left your cat in the bathtub is a really lame excuse. Like, really. Nobody ever leaves their cat in the bath tub. Now, if you had said you left in the washing machine, maybe…

Nah. Either way, you messed up.

Or, yuh know, ask her what she wants. But a good detective still needs a gun, god damnit!

You'll be sure to keep that in mind. Guns are cool.

The mysterious incarnation of trouble is still glaring at you, by the way. She has snatched the piece of paper you ignored earlier and is motioning for you to grab it.

Apolline_Allura: You read a mysterious mail slipped into your office. It's from a gryphon, as the highly legible type can address. It's asking you for assistance in what can only be described as a "cheese-related" murder.

EGADS! A cheese related murder? That’s… That’s secret changeling code! This can only mean one thing.

You turn away from the gryphoness. She’s a gryphoness, and as such, does not take kindly to being ignored, but you ignore her complaints about being ignored anyway. That is what a hardboiled detective does, after all.

This is secret changeling code! A cheese related murder means that you’ve been discovered! That means that some pony has figured out your secret identity… but where does the gryphon fit into this malarky? How would she know secret changeling code?!

Thunderquill: Get The Details upon both her, and the case she wants. You need everything if you´re going to agree.
Consider the Pros and Cons of her job.
Maybe have a nibbling concern if she has seen through you.
Once every detail have been gained, Get to work. A case aint going to solve itself, and its about time to be productive.

Keairan: Politely ask what she needs. If it's too onerous, decline the case if your wallet can handle it.

Great ideas! Maybe if you had done that first instead of panicking over flubbing up your rolls in a fantastic way, you wouldn’t be getting a glare from the gryphon.

You decide to ask her what she wants from you.

WHAT DOES SHE REPLY WITH?!