The Science of Pony Deduction

“Well then...”

“How about we don't talk about this, okay Sherlock?”

“Yeah...”

                                                                    -10 mins later-

Sherlock and John where sitting on the couch, having a debate on whether or not the portal was actually a time machine and sent them forward in time in which all humans are dead and ponies evolved.  However Sherlock then pulled out a world map and pointed at where they where, Equestria.

“It is extremely improbable that there would be literally no signs of human life, and a complete absence of humans in history or lore.” said Sherlock, crossing his arms and giving John a confident look.

“Well then, why is it that they have no asked a single question about what is was like where we lived?” countered John, smirking.

“Ahem,“We have already sent Princess Twilight Sparkle through the portal into the human world.”” said Sherlock in a mock Celestia voice.

“Don't be disrespectful Sherlock!  Princess Celestia is the monarch of this society, and it doesn't help that we have no idea what kind of society it is!”  John said angrily, Sherlock was about to object, but suddenly, there was a crash, for somepony had crashed into the door! A pitiful yelp made John stand up and rush towards the door, with Sherlock not far behind.  John quickly opened the door, and saw a little gray mare with a blond mane sitting on the ground and covering her face over her hooves.

“Owww.” she said softly, and sobbed.

“Oh my goodness are you alright?!” said John worriedly, he knelt down to the pony, Sherlock watching from behind.  John gently removed the mares hooves from her face, who squeaked.  Her eyes where closed, and blood ran from her nose.

“Can you open your eyes for me?  I need to see they're alright.” he said.  And the mare slowly opened her eyes, John was surprised when he saw the two yellow eyes, each facing a different direction.

“Wh-”

“D-don't ask about my eyes, I was born with them, I can't help it.” she said, and then got up, as did John.

“Here, I'll get you some tissues” he said, and quickly ran back into the house, and ran back, and gave her the tissues, which she dabbed her nose with, tilting her head forward.

“Dank you sir, my name is Ditzy Doo, by the way.  I'm a mailmare, and here are your letters!” she said, pride in her voice.  Apparently it was a great accomplishment to deliver mail.  She handed John two letters and then fidgeted and flew off.

“The poor thing, quite nice, by the look of it to.”  John said, and then walked inside, trying to keep his balance with only three hooves, the fourth holding the letters.

“Give me those letters, I need something to deduce.” Sherlock said, grabbing the letters.

“We really should give those to Via!”

“Not now, deduce first.”  Sherlock took out a pure white envelope with a pretty purple seal with three diamonds on it.  Sherlock examined it, and then announced his deduction.  “Ahem,  this paper is obviously high-class, however, there are small crinkle marks on it, purposely smoothed out.  Thus the owner has money but not enough to waste perfectly good paper.  The seal on the note that informed Via about us had a seal to, it was yellow and had a sun on it.  Princess Celestias cutie mark was a sun exactly like it, thus, seals are usually that of the owners cutie mark.  And because the cutie mark resembles a ponies special talent,  the owner either works with jewels or incorporates them into their work professionally.  Thus likes fashion, there is a purple hair stuck under the adhesive of the mail, it is especially long and curly, and I have not yet seen a stallion with a mane near the length, thus our sender is female, also adding on the perfume scent for further evidence.  How did I do?” she asked non-nonchalantly.

“As amazing as ever.” John said wide-eyes.  “But really, we should give this to-”

“AAGH,  BLEHK.  Dammit it's all over me!  Stupid thing!” yelled Via from upstairs, Sherlock stood up.  Suddenly, there was a large clatter of metal.

“What's going on up there?” asked Sherlock to himself as he stomped up the stairs, after handing John the letter, accompanying the other one, he sighed and tried to follow Sherlock up the stairs as quickly as possible without dropping the letters.

Sherlock slowly opened the door, and his eyes widened at the sight.  The room in which Via claimed to be her own was an absolute mess!  It was a thin room, shaped like a hallway in front of them, it was six feet wide and twelve feet long.  However a vast majority of the room was stuff!  Not just any stuff though, creations,  the ticking of hoof-made clocks and turning of gears and little moving parts.  There where posters on the wall of basic anatomy and little things hanging from the ceiling.  There was only two feet to walk, the rest was all the stuff.  And yet there stood Via, with an annoyed look on her face, covered in oil, and above her was a shelf, where a spilled oil can stood.

“Oh my god, are you alright?” said John.

“Why...are you...in my room?”

“We where worried.”

“We where curious.”

“Get out.”

“But it's so interesting in here.” said a mesmerized Sherlock, staring at a swiss army knife with medical tools instead of everyday tools.  Via sighed.

“I'm going to get this damn oil off me.” she said, and then squeezed by Sherlock and John.

“Where is the bathroom anyway?  Just asking.” John said, looking at a cage, trying to peer inside of it.

“In the basement.”

“I'm not going back down there.” John shivered.  And looked to the end of the room. And at the end of the “hallway” there was a small pile of blankets and a pillow, with a drawer to on side and a little table to the other.

“Is this where she sleeps?” John mumbled.  He then stared at the contents on the little table, a bottle of whiskey, and book, called The History of Equestria: Volume 1 of 5  John idly flipped through it, looking at the occasional illustration, it was a thick book, at least 350 pages long.

The door slammed open, and a bored Via took the letters from the floor, for John had dropped them and didn't bother to pick them up.

“How did you do that so fast?” asked Sherlock in amazement.

“I have my ways.” Via answered with a smirk, she looked at John, and with one hoof, pushed him out of the way so she could sit on her pile of blankets.  John grumbled a bit, and then Sherlock walked up to Via.

“Was I right, that the top letter was sent by a fashion loving mare who works with jewels and has money but is not rich?” he asked, leaning his head forward

“Oh yes, her name is Rarity, she is visiting from ponyville, I have no idea why she would give me a letter though.”  Via said, inspecting the letter,

“Is she a friend of yours?” asked John.

“No.”

“Do you have any friends?”

“Can you wind your own business?” she said bitterly, gritting her teeth, but then she took a deep breath, and took a swig of her whiskey.

“Want some?” she asked, showing them the bottle.

“No.”

“Not ever again,”

“Never.”

“Ha, fine with me.” she said, and put the bottle down.

“Do you have a cigarettes though?” Sherlock asked.  Via was about to answer, when John interrupted.

“No, Sherlock, you cannot have a cigarette, you've been doing well, and I wont let you give up now.” Sherlock grumbled, and sat down.

“Nice collection though.” Sherlock said, his eyes darting around.

“Mmph.” Via said, and opened Raritys  letter, she swallowed, and then read aloud,  “Dear Via, you are courteously invited to the fashion gala I am throwing on Hearts and Hooves Day.  I have sent this letter to only a select number of mares for they are the ones who put the “fashion” in fashion gala.  I design dresses for these select mares, and they present their dresses to the others.  If you wish to participate, please come to 154 Quartz Ave at 1:00 pm tomorrow.  I know you are thinking of declining this offer, but if you agree to come, I will cancel all of the money you owe me.  From, Rarity.  P.s.  I know you are not currently into that kind of thing, but please, bring a date.”  Via bit her lip in concentration, thinking of the pros and cons of each choice.

“Are you going to go?” asked John.

“Hmm.....eh, Rarity has been nice to me...and I really need to get rid of that debt...I guess I am.” she said and then threw the letter to the table next to her.  She took the second letter and sniffed the yellow pulpy paper.  “Sent by the Canterlot Police Dept.” she read the title, she smirked and ripped open the letter.  She skimmed over it, her smile growing by the second.  “YES!!!  Finally!  Oh thank you!  Yes!  Haha!” she jumped up, and ran out of her room, squeezing past them and running down the stairs.

“WAIT!!  What's so exciting?!” yelled down John.

“Haha!  I got a case!  It's been three days and I got a case!”