Rarity Investigates: Shots at Star Swirlby BoredAuthor817ChaptersI don't go looking for casesTwo for the price of oneHonesty is the best policyThe plot continues to thickenA good mystery is like a good ensembleIt started as a morning with friendsI don't go looking for cases… but they always seem to find me. Rarity departed from her friends at the neon garden and proceeded towards the area where the tour buses were parked. Passing by a booth, a certain voice caught her ear. “Ach! Zis is terrible!” The fashionista paused and listened. “I'm ruined! Ruined, I say. Ruined!” Rarity walked around the booth to see Photo Finish and her two assistants, Violet Blurr and Pixel Pizzaz. “How could zis haf happened?” “Um, pardon my interruption,” Rarity said, approaching the trio, “but might I inquire as to what the problem is?” Photo Finish gestured to the other girls, “My assistants haf lost a very important package.” “We didn't lose it!” protested Violet Blurr. Rarity gently rubbed her chin. “Hmm... an important package that has suddenly gone missing?” “I told you,” Pixel Pizzaz said, “I left it on the receptionist's desk.” “Zen why don't zey have it?” “What was this package, exactly?” Rarity asked. “Photos of the sights of Star Swirl," said Photo Finish. Rarity patiently waited for her to continue. “I und two others vere invited to come here as part of a competition. One of us vill be signed to a five-year contract as ze official Star Swirl photographer.” “Wow," Rarity whistled, "that's quite the prize!” “It vould be ze feather in my cap.” “And so this package was...?" “Proofs from yesterday's events. It vas the last stage of ze competition.” Rarity slightly frowned, “But, something this important, why didn't you deliver it yourself?” Photo Finish hung her head. “I vas in bed.” “Photo ate something that didn't quite agree with her,” Violet explained, “She was pretty sick last night. “They wanted the pictures when the festival opened this morning. So, when the courier arrived from the printers, Pixel took them straight to the main office.” “Yes,” continued Pixel, “but when I got there, the receptionist hadn't arrived yet. So, I put a post-it on the envelope explaining what it was and left it in her keyboard.” Rarity's brow deepened. “Have you asked the receptionist about it?” “Yes. She said she never saw it.” “Ze organizers haf graciously extended my deadline to noon, und I've called the printers, but it's a three-hour drive here.” Photo Finish checked the time on her phone. “Zere is no way I can get new prints in time. “Is hopeless...” “I think not!” Rarity gently said, “I will take your case!” “Vat?” “My dear, I will find out what happened to your missing photos and restore your honor and reputation.” The three photographers gave each other a confused look. “You think you can solve our mystery?” asked Violet. Rarity smiled confidently, “Yes! And, now, I investigate!” Two for the price of one… should only be applied when shopping. Rarity scanned through her notes. “Best place to start is the last known location of the package, which you have described as a nine by twelve manila unmarked envelope.” Pixel nodded. “Why did you write your note on a post-it and not the envelope itself?” “To help keep things fair and promote a blind decision.” “Then how do you know if you won?” “Zey haf some system vich involves printing a number on ze back of each photo,” Photo Finish explained, “Very complicated.” Rarity let out a thoughtful hum. “Then, I believe it's time we visited the scene of the crime.” The office for the festival organizers was a large RV which was parked in the far corner of the festival grounds. Not far away were the portable restrooms and the first-aid tent. Instantly, something came to Rarity's attention. “Wait,” she said to Pixel, who was showing her the way, “the office is inside the festival.” “Uh, yeah?” “But, your camping in same the campground as me. That means you had to go through security to deliver the photos.” “Yeah? Does that mean anything?” “I'm not sure...” “Well,” Pixel said, as they approached the RV's door, “this is it.” Rarity reached up for the handle. “You coming in?” Pixel teetered. “If you don't mind, I'll just wait out here.” Stepping into the RV office, Rarity was immediately met by the receptionist and her desk. “May I help you?” the woman greeted. Rarity quickly introduced herself. “I'm looking into the whereabouts of an envelope.” The woman seemed to instantly know of which Rarity was talking about. “I'll tell you what I told that other girl. There was no envelope on my keyboard when I arrived this morning.” “What time did you come into work today?” “About eight. It takes a while to walk here.” “So, you don't sleep in this RV?” “No. I have a camper in the campground.” “And you came through security to get here?” “That's the only entrance, but I bypass security with my employee badge.” She held up an lanyard which hung around her neck. On the end was a little laminated card which read “Event Staff” and had the name and a small picture of the receptionist. “So, Ms. Cassette,” Rarity continued, “Do you normally leave the door unlocked when you leave for the night?” “No,” Cassette scoffed, “of course not!” “Then how was Pixel Pizzaz able to get in to drop off the envelope?” “If she was here before me and if she managed to get into the RV then it was probably because Laser opened it.” “... and Laser is...?” “Laser Disk. He's the head of the Star Swirl Music Festival. He's an early morning guy and generally here around seven. If he leaves, it's probably to get some coffee.” “You don't have a coffee machine?” “Sometimes, it's nice to get out of the office. Also gives him a chance to walk around the festival and see if there's anything he needs attending to.” “Is he camping at the campground, too?” “Yes. And gets in exactly the same way as me.” Rarity made a few scribbles in her notepad. “Was there anything on your desk when you came in?” “No. The other two photographers dropped off their stuff while I was here.” “Who came in first?” “Raw Image. Then, Flash Sync.” “You know about what time that was?” Cassette pursed her lips. “About eight-thirty, quarter till nine. That's about when I called Photo Finish.” Rarity's head bounced up. “You called Photo Finish?” “Laser asked me. To verify she would be turning in a packet.” “Seems a bit odd for a competition.” “Yes," said a male voice, "but given the circumstances, I had to bend things slightly.” Rarity made a quick turn towards the door. “Laser Disk, I assume?” Laser smiled. “Yes, I am.” He extended his hand, “And you are?” “Rarity. What are these circumstances you speak of?” “The festival grounds are a bit away from town than we initially anticipated. When the photographers pointed out that they couldn't get the prints as quickly as we asked, I changed the deadline from first thing this morning to as soon as they could get them. “When I saw that Photo Finish hadn't turned anything in, I asked Cassette to call her.” He gave Rarity a curious glance-over. “Are you an investigator?” “Indeed, I am!” Rarity stood proudly. Laser pointed to his office in the back of the RV. “Do you mind if we speak privately for a moment?” The back office was darker then the front office and severely messier. Laser cleared a pile of folders and papers from the only other seat for Rarity to sit down. Rarity quickly cut to the chase. “What can I help you with, Mr. Disk?” Laser wavered. “I'm not sure.” “Well, whatever it is, I take it it's something you don't want Cassette to know.” “Yes, and no. I may be the head of the Star Swirl Festival, but Cassette is the true organizer. I'm just the one to say 'yes' and sign the cheques. She had enough going on and I don't want to add any more to her plate.” “I was led to believe she was just the receptionist.” “Receptionist, AP, AR, HR, Office Manager... We're a small office.” “I see.... May I ask you a question? Why did you grant Photo Finish an extension? I have a feeling it's more than just how fast one can get a set of prints.” Laser let out a short sigh. “I know that Photo Finish had the prints this morning.” “How?” “I saw her assistant walking through the festival with an envelope in-hand. I have no reason to believe Photo Finish and her crew would lie to me.” Rarity let out a slight inward sigh in relief. “I can personally vouch for their character,” she said, firmly. “Forgive me, but that doesn't make me feel any better.” “I see what you mean. If Pixel Pizzaz dropped off the envelope and it's not here, then it would appear you have a thief on your hands.” Laser Disk nodded. “I hate to think I have cut-throat photographers on my hands. But, it's also very likely that the pictures may have been taken by mistake. “I've already alerted security. They gave me a list of everyone who was inside at the time.” He produced a printout for Rarity. “What about employees?” Rarity asked, “They don't go through security.” “They still have to show their badges. Same for all the performers.” Rarity released a low hum. “Do you keep anything of value in the office?” Laser shook his head. “Nothing out of the ordinary. Everything is also secured to prevent items from shifting when driving.” “Petty cash?” “We use a debit card, which Cassette is in possession of.” “Do you know of anyone who would want to steal from you?” “Not here.” “Then," surmised Rarity, "we may be looking at a crime of opportunity...” “Yes," Laser agreed, "And I fear I may not be the only victim.” Honesty is the best policy… especially where clients are concerned. “Hey, Rarity!” Rarity lifted her head. “Hey, girls,” she smiled, “How was the garden?” Rainbow shrugged, “It was okay. Could have been a few degrees cooler.” “The neon lights were nice,” Twilight said, “but the maze wasn't much of a puzzle.” “All-in-all,” summarized Applejack, “it was nice.” Fluttershy nodded in agreement. “Well, nice to hear you all had a good time.” “How was your meeting with Stylish Rags?” Fluttershy asked. “Oh,” Rarity waved, “I didn't make it backstage.” The other girls grew concerned. “Did something happen?” Twilight asked. “In a way. It appears I've stumbled upon a case.” “Alright!” Rainbow cheered, “What rogue Equestrian magic is about this time?” She quickly shrank away from the glares of her friends. “... or not...” Rarity shook her head. “No magic involved this time. This appears strictly a non-magic mystery.” Fluttershy gulped. “Nothing too serious, I hope.” Again, Rarity shook her head. “It appears we have a thief on the premises.” “Do you need any help?” Twilight asked. “You can help her,” Rainbow said, pointing to Twilight, “I've got an appointment with Tom Foolery.” “I appreciate the offer,” Rarity said, “I'm just not sure how you can help.” “Well,” Applejack tilted her hat, “when ya know, ya just let us know.” “Hey,” Twilight pointed to a small crowd that had gathered a little ways away, “what's going on over there?” Fluttershy took in a deep breath. “I don't know, but something smells really good.” Out of curiosity, the girls moved in and pushed their way to the center of the group. “Sunset?” “Hey, girls!” “What are you doing?” Rainbow asked. Sunset gestured to a small cart laden with various puddings. “What does it look like?” Twilight raised a brow. “You left camp early to sell pudding?” “Not our initial plan.” “Maybe you should start from the beginning,” Rainbow said. Sunset teetered, “Well, being that it was so early, the lines were completely empty. Pinkie and I sped through security and made a beeline to the food trucks. “Pinkie had offered to treat me to breakfast, so I walked around to pick where to eat. It took me a while, but I eventually saw a food truck I hadn't seen before. “We walked up to the truck and, while filling our order, the guy explained that he drove in last night.” “I thought everyone had a two-day contract,” said Applejack. “That's what Pinkie Pie said," Sunset continued, “Kugel explained that his truck had broke down a few days ago and he finally got it back from the mechanic yesterday. Drove the whole night to get here. “He was pretty bummed about it. He'd lost a day of sales and wasn't sure he'd even break even.” “How does this come into this?” Rarity asked, pointing to the pudding cart. “Pinkie and I offered to help out. Kugel barely had anytime to prepare goods to sell. Pinkie offered to help cook. I explained that I was a disaster in the kitchen, but that I was pretty good at sales.” “Are you getting paid for this?” asked Twilight. “Nope, strictly charity.” “You're just helping out a random stranger?” A dreamy look entered Sunset's eyes. “You have to taste his French toast bread pudding. It's really thick and moist with just the right balance of sugar and cinnamon, topped with whipped cream and fresh berries. I had two!” Applejack folded her arms, “But yer still workin' for nothin'.” Sunset waved it off. “That's fine. After the day I had yesterday, this is a treat.” “But,” Fluttershy said, “you had a great day yesterday, didn't you?” “Yeah, but it was a long time coming. You have no idea what I had to go through.” “I feel like we're missing something,” said Rarity, “You make it sound like it took you days to prepare.” Sunset looked confused for a moment. “Oh, that's right, I didn't tell you this last time...” “Tell us what?” “I was stuck in a time loop for three weeks.” She was instantly met with a chorus of gasps. “What?” “I knew it! Equestrian magic!” Sunset shot daggers at Rainbow. “Long story,” she said, “Pinkie Pie knows about it.” “Are you in one now?” asked Rarity. Sunset shook her head, “No, she and I broke the loop last night.” “But, how...?” “As Twilight always explained it: 'It's possible that a snag in the fabric of space time could cause a temporal point—i.e. this day—to fold in on itself and, thereby, repeat.'” She cast a sly smile to her scientific friend. Twilight's jaw dropped. “... But, that wasn't really the cause.” Rainbow Dash rubbed her temples, “Let me get this straight. You spend three weeks stuck in a time loop and the first thing you do when free is sell pudding?” “It's the one thing I haven't done!” “Somethin' tells me ya got quite the story to tell 'round the campfire tonight,” said Applejack. “While you're at it,” added Rainbow, “you can also tell us how you came to perform with Post Crush last night.” “That part is actually part of it,” Sunset lightly laughed, “Fine, you'll get the whole story tonight.” She took a look at her cart. “Hmm... I'm getting a little low. Better return to the truck.” She released the cart's break. “See you around later?” “You bet!” jumped Twilight, “I want to hear everything about that time loop.” “Of course you do...” Sunset rolled her eyes. “We still on for lunch?” Applejack asked. Sunset called back as she pushed the cart across the grass. “Wouldn't miss it!” “Sunset,” Sunset turned to see Rarity running up behind her. “How long have you been selling pudding?” Sunset shrugged. “Few hours.” “Have you been moving around the festival? Or just stayed in one place.” “Moved around mostly. Why all the questions? What's going on?” “I'm on a case.” Sunset raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Who's the body?” “What?” “Who got iced?” Rarity yelped, “It's not anything like that!” “Oh... Too bad. Murder mysteries are far more interesting. So, am I a suspect?” “No, but you may be a key witness. Have you noticed any seedy characters about?” “That sounds more like a question for the birds. Maybe we should get Fluttershy.” “Sunset, I'm being serious!” “Fine,” Sunset laughed, “No, I haven't noticed any 'seedy characters'.” “Anything that stuck out to you as out of the ordinary?” “Not really. You looking for anything in particular?” “A petty thief.” Sunset shook her head. “Sorry.” Rarity frowned. “You encounter a lot of people. I don't suppose—” “NO!” The sternness of the voice caused Rarity to stumble in her step. Without even turning, she knew she had upset Sunset. “You know I don't want to use that power unless I absolutely have to.” Rarity quickly raised her hands in surrender, “I'm sorry! Forget I asked.” There was a moment of awkward silence. “So,” Rarity wavered, “you haven't seen anything worth noting this morning?” “I wouldn't say that.” Rarity's curiosity peaked. “Oh?” “Well, it's not much, but there was a fight.” “Really?” “Well, more of a quarrel.” “Oh...” “I told you it wasn't much.” Rarity let out a sigh. “Well, thanks anyway.” “How dare you!” Rarity maintained her composure. “You were reported to be in the area at the time in question.” “Yes, I was delivering my proofs! Why are you pestering me?” he pointed in the direction behind Rarity, “Go harass Flash Sync! He was there, too!” “Don't be so crass, Raw,” Flash Sync tsked as he approached the scene, “Let the girl have her fun.” Raw Image huffed and stomped off. “I do apologize, my dear,” Flash said, “I'm afraid Raw Image can be a bit—” “Raw?” Rarity finished. “Quite. But don't discount him so quickly. He's very passionate about his work and very good at what he does. I'm just afraid people are not his strongsuit.” “You seem to know him pretty well.” “We've been in the business together for quite some time. This isn't the first time we've been pitted against each other. That young girl, though, Photo Finish? She's good. I expect to see more of her work. Dare I say she's almost as good as me. Nasty thing, this business, though.” Rarity frowned, “So, you know of the missing photos?” “Our community is tight-knit. Almost impossible not to know what's going on. Imagine; stealing an artist's work! Word of advice, Miss...?” “Rarity.” “Word of advice, Miss Rarity, if an artist's work goes up missing, the last thing you should do is blame another artist. Rather insulting, really.” “Of that, I'm quite aware,” Rarity said, flatly, “I was just hoping either you are Raw Image had noticed anything on your way to or from the office.” Flash Sync gave a sympathetic shrug. “'Fraid not. I'm not much for mornings. Frankly, you're lucky if I'm standing.” “What about your assistant?” “Lens Flare? I wouldn't know. With our shooting done, I gave her the day off.” “Does Raw Image have an assistant?” Flash laughed. “Are you kidding? I can't think of anyone who could stand him. And I know some pretty resilient people.” Rarity tapped her pen on her notepad. “Were you taking pictures all day yesterday?” “Yep. I was mostly by the main stage.” “Any chance you may have gotten a shot of our thief?” Flash looked thoughtful, “I suppose it's possible. You believe our little scoundrel was running around yesterday?” “Almost certain.” “Well, you're in luck” Flash said, reaching into his messenger bag, “I just happen to have all my photos on my tablet. Say we review them over some pudding? My treat.” Sunset frowned. “You again!” “What can I say?” Flash shrugged, “I'm in love!” “You're in a state of addiction.” Sunset's frown gave way to an amused smirk. “What will it be this time?” Flash hummed as he glanced over the cart. “What haven't I had yet?” “You haven't tried the pistachio.” “Please, no. I have a tree nut allergy.” Sunset shrugged and turned her attention to Rarity. “What about you, Rares?” “Oh, I don't know, darling. It all looks so good. How about I leave it up to you?” Sunset winked. “I think I've got something for ya.” Puddings in hand, Rarity and Flash Sync sat down to review the previous day's photos. “How many did you say you had again?” Flash swiped the screen. “Seven thousand, three hundred and fourteen.” “How many do we have left?” “Six thousand and nine.” Rarity groaned. “I'm sorry,” Flash said, swiping the screen, “But, as you can see, I was at the stage all day.” He swiped again. “You two okay? Couldn't help but pick up on your frustration.” “It's okay, Sunset,” Rarity sighed, “Just looking for a needle in a haystack.” She took a large spoonful of her summer pudding. Sunset moved around to see what the pair were looking at. “Oh, you're not kidding.” “Yep,” Flash sighed. He was about to swipe again, but Sunset stopped him. “Wait,” she said, “What's that?” “Hm?” Sunset enlarged a portion of the picture's background. “What's going on there?” Flash squinted, “Looks like some sort of argument.” Sunset pointed to the screen. “I'm not a hundred percent sure, because this other guy has his back to us, but I'm almost positive those are the same two guys who were fighting earlier.” Rarity pondered, looking at the man facing the camera. “Odd for Laser Disk not to mention it.” “He runs the festival,” Flash reasoned, “I imagine he's fighting with people all the time.” “But, this looks like one of the performers...” “That's Laser Disk?” Rarity turned to Sunset in shock. “You know him?” “By name only,” said Sunset, “What? You thought the Rainbooms was the first band I ran with?” Rarity slapped Flash Sync's tablet onto the desk. “You weren't very upfront with me, Mr. Disk.” “I told you what you needed to know.” “Really?” she pulled up the image on the tablet, “You forgot to mention that you've been getting into arguments with one of the musicians. You also forgot to mention that you're a talent scout for EQG Records.” Laser was quick to shush her. “I'd like to keep that quiet. Okay, so you found me out. But there is no conflict of interest. The festival is open to everyone.” “So, who is the other fellow?” Laser sighed. “Jet Fuel. Uses the stage name 'Frett'. He's been signed to EQG Records for a better part of a year.” “May I ask what the argument was about?” “He's been trying to get out of his contract for the past few weeks. But, one does not simply waltz out of a contract. There's a little number involved.” “What sort of song and dance are we talking about?” “Try something to the tune of a million dollars.” Rarity was dumbstruck. “...and that's not the kind of music he's willing to face.” “While we're on the subject,” Rarity said, sternly, “Any other disputes that I should be aware of?” Laser sank into his chair. “Dynamic Mic. He's a counterpart of mine for the competition. He's always trying to steal my contracts.” “I take it Dynamic Mic is here?” “Like I said, the festival is open to everyone. Haven't seen him, though—probably for the best. But his name appeared on yesterday's attendee list.” “Any chance he would come here to take anything?” “None, unless he wants to get his company sued out of existence. Business espionage is very serious... business.” The plot continues to thicken… it's starting to resemble pudding. Rarity looked at the festival's schedule. She thought for sure she had seen the name “Frett” on it. The question was where. Eventually, she chanced upon it. “Good,” she smiled, checking the time, “I can catch him once he's done playing.” Arriving at the venue, Rarity came upon Rainbow Dash sitting outside. “Everyone else leave you?” she asked. Rainbow shook her head. “Not exactly. Applejack's coming back. They're grabbing snacks and scoping out lunch options. I'm here scoping out a spot for Tom Foolery.” “What are you doing out here?” Rainbow thumbed towards the stage where the concert was going on. “You don't hear that? That guy sucks!” “Well, I'm sure we all can't be quite as awesome as you, Rainbow Dash.” “No, this guy is seriously bad. Worst part is, he's faking it. And I don't understand why.” Rarity frowned. “He's faking being bad?” “Yeah. Weird, huh?” Rarity was waiting when Frett walked backstage. As she moved in, someone else beat her to the musician. “Good work,” the stranger said, patting Frett's back, “keep this up and we'll be in business in no time.” “You really think it'll work?” the rockstar asked. “Has to. Who wants a musician that can't play?” “Well, well, well,” Rarity smiled, approaching the pair, “Dynamic Mic, I presume?” Dynamic Mic frowned, “Who wants to know?” Rarity stood tall. “The name's Rarity. I was hoping you could answer me a few questions.” “What about?” “There appears to have been a theft.” “Are we suspects?” “Not explicitly” Rarity said, coolly, “But, I understand you were on the grounds at the time. I was wondering if, maybe, you saw something.” “Sorry,” Frett said, “I've been back here preparing for my gig all morning.” Rarity hummed, turning to Dynamic Mic. “And what about you?” “I've been here with Frett.” “Interesting,” Rarity's eyes narrowed, “considering he's already signed to EQG Records.” “What's this about?” Frett demanded. “You've been trying to get out of your contract for a while. Now, I can see why.” “Now look here, little missy,” Dynamic Mic wagged his finger, “We're not doing anything illegal!” “No,” Rarity conceded, “only unethical.” She paused when something caught her eye. “Uh, Frett, I beg your pardon, but you have stains on your shirt.” “Yeah," the musician sneered, "well I'm a messy eater.” “But, you said you were here all morning—” “I was” Fret growled, “This is from yesterday. I only brought one performing shirt.” “I suggest you leave,” Dynamic Mic said sternly, “before I call security.” With all the grace of a lady, Rarity backed away. Though, as she walked away, a nagging thought lingered in her mind. “But, those look like pudding stains...” “Thanks for inviting us for pudding, Rarity.” “Well, no point in letting Sunset and Pinkie have all the fun. And it is very good pudding.” “Shame Rainbow Dash and Applejack are going to miss out.” “We'll bring them around for dessert after lunch.” Rarity wrapped her arms around Fluttershy and Twilight, “In the meantime, we get to enjoy.” Kugel's pudding truck was easy to spot. Of all the food trucks, it was the most busy. “Guess it's become the festival's favorite” Twilight commented. “Of course!” a familiar voice chimed from the rear, “Who doesn't like pudding?” “Hello, Pinkie Pie” Rarity smiled, walking behind the truck, “You been here all morning?” Pinkie Pie was whisking wet ingredients in a large mixing bowl. Behind her was another pudding on a rack, cooling from the oven. “Yep!” she beamed, “Been putting in the pudding.” “They're really good. I already had some of what Sunset was selling.” “Oh, Kugel made those. I'm making what will be sold this afternoon. “Oh, Rarity, I've got something for you.” She knelt down behind her workstation. “Hmm, that's odd. It was here earlier.” “What?” asked Twilight. “An envelope.” Rarity's ears perked up. “An envelope?” “Yeah, it's about so big. Sunset returned with it on her cart. I was all 'What's that?' and she was all 'I don't know.' And then figured someone probably set it down left it behind.” “Sunset gave an envelope to you?” “She didn't want to carry it around and risk losing it.” Twilight folded her arms with a half-lidded stare. “Which you just did.” “Hey,” Pinkie defended, “it gets busy back here!” “Could you describe the envelope?” Rarity asked, “It's color? Any markings?” “Just some pudding stains. Kheer, to be precise.” “Transfer from the cart, no doubt...” “I don't think so. For one thing, the envelope was on the opposite side of the cart from where that pudding was and Sunset had already sold out of that pudding by the time it appeared.” Rarity was shocked. “How do you know that?” “Sunset made a swing by here while crossing the grounds. There wasn't a whole bunch of that pudding to begin with, so it went rather quickly.” She was slightly startled by Rarity suddenly running away from the truck. “Hey, what did I say?” “Everything!” Rarity called back. “Sunset, I'm in need of your assistance!” “What's up?” Rarity laid out a series of photographs and handed Sunset a marker. “Mark out the people in these pictures in the order you saw them this morning.” “What?” “All of these people have a common denominator, and that's you. More specifically, the pudding you're peddling.” Sunset still wasn't following, but completed Rarity's request. A few minutes later, she returned the photos to Rarity. “Anything else?” Rarity shuffled through the photos. “I think that's everything. Wait!” She held up a print, “Who's this?” Sunset shrugged. “I dunno.” “You gave her two numbers.” “That's because I saw her twice. The first time, she was just walking around the grounds. The second time, she purchased some pudding.” “Do you remember what she bought?” “Of course! It was my first sale of the day. She bought some kheer pudding.” She pointed to another picture, “So did he.” Rarity hummed in deep ponder. “Sunset, be a dear and round everyone up at Kugel's food truck. It's time for the big reveal!” A good mystery is like a good ensemble... it is beautiful when it all comes together. “I hope you can explain yourself,” Raw Image grumbled. “Oh, just try to relax, old boy,” Flash Sync chided. “I just don't like pudding.” A gasp resounded from Pinkie Pie. “It's true,” Sunset sheepishly shrugged, “He's been avoiding me all morning.” “I don't like mashed foods,” Raw Image grumbled, “I can eat them when they put me in the nursing home.” Flash Sync rolled his eyes with a soft mumble: “Knowing you, you'll probably go straight to the funeral home.” “Why are we all here?” asked Dynamic Mic. “Because I have solved the case!” Rarity pronounced triumphantly. “Brilliant,” Frett said, “Can we go now?” “All in good time.” She glanced at the assembled group and went down her mental roster. “... Laser Disk, Cassette, Photo Finish, Pixel Pizzaz, Violet Blurr... Good, everyone is here.” “Good,” Raw said, “Then please start.” “I will, but first, Pinkie, where is that pudding you had just taken out of the oven when I stopped by the truck?” Pinkie produced a large pan of sticky peanut butter and banana pudding. “What? This one?” “That would be it.” Rarity handed the pudding and a spoon to Sunset. “Eat.” “What?” Sunset yelped, “Why me?” “Because Pinkie is liable to eat it.” “Eat what? The pudding? Of course she'll eat it!” “I'm looking for something. You'll know it when you find it.” Sunset frowned, “I'm not eating a whole batch of pudding!” “Well, you're the only other person here I can trust.” “I'll eat some,” Kugel said, grabbing a spoon. Twilight and Fluttershy also volunteered and grabbed some spoons. “Now then,” Rarity began, “I must admit this was a very difficult case with many twist and turns. All throughout, I couldn't figure out for the life of me what could have happened to those proofs. Yet, with every step, it always brought me back to pudding. “Have no fear, Mr. Kugel, you're not involved in any of this. It just so happens that everyone involved in this case all had contact with Sunset Shimmer and your sales cart at some point. “And that is where everything began to fall into place.” “Not everyone bought pudding” Dynamic Mic was quick to object. “True,” Rarity agreed, “but Sunset was in a unique position to observe everything that was going on in the park at the time of the crime.” “You know,” Pinkie whispered to Sunset, “If this were a murder mystery, you would be the next prime target.” “And so begins our story: “Photo Finish and her assistants receive their proofs via courier in the early morning. Some tainted food puts Photo Finish out of commission so her assistant, Pixel Pizzaz is sent to deliver the package to Laser Disk's office. “But, she arrives at a time when no one is there. Mr. Disk has opened the office, but went out for coffee and the Office Manager, Cassette, hasn't yet arrived. So, Pixel does the only logical thing and leaves a note on the package stating what it is and leaves it in a spot where anyone can find it. “However, between Pixel leaving the office and Laser's return, the envelope, and the proofs within, vanish.” “Very good,” Dynamic Mic said, “But can we please cut to the chase?” “All in due time.” “Trust me,” Twilight said through a mouthful of pudding, “this will take a while.” Rarity continued: “My initial question was who would want to take the prints? Well, naturally, the prime suspects became Photo Finish's competitors: Flash Sync and Raw Image.” “This is absurd!” Raw roared. Flash's eyes narrowed, “What did I warn you?” “Oh, please!” Rarity waved her hand, “Raw Image is already exonerated because the envelope eventually turned up on Sunset's pudding cart and he hasn't been so much as ten feet near it. “So, that then leaves Flash Sync.” “What?” Flash yelled. “It would have been perfectly easy for you to arrive at the office early with the intent of delivering your photos, see the package that Pixel had left alone and unguarded—maybe even see her drop it off. Seizing this opportunity, you grab her package and hide it away somewhere, then return later with your own to make it seem like you delivered your photos later.” Flash's voice lowered, “Be very careful of what you are insinuating.” “I am. Which is why I can also say you didn't take the envelope. One, the security logs show you entering the grounds after the envelope was taken and, two, when the envelope was discovered by Pinkie Pie, it had kheer pudding stains on it “Kheer is a rice pudding that is garnished with either cashews or almonds—something you would avoid, given your nut allergies. And, as best we can figure, Sunset had sold the last of the pudding before the envelope was placed on her cart. Thus, meaning that whoever took the envelope was also enjoying the pudding. “Which then brings us to Frett.” “What about me?” the rock musician huffed. “You've been trying to get out of your contract. I'm sure an intentional bad performance has been part of it.” “I told you, I was backstage all morning!” “Please stop lying. That stain on your shirt tells me you were in the main grounds for some portion of the day.” “I got this stain yesterday.” “Again, please stop lying. Sunset remembers selling you some kheer pudding and, I'm sure if I ask Pinkie to inspect that stain, she would concur it's the same. Also, Kugel couldn't come here yesterday. So, unless you've gone through some time warp, that stain is from today. “So, now the question is, why are you lying?” Frett gulped as all eyes fell upon him. “Okay!” he broke, “I went to the office! I was trying to look for Laser Disk, but he wasn't there.” “So, you saw the envelope on Cassette's desk and, thinking it may have something to help you get out of your contract, you took it.” “No!” the musician cried, “I didn't take anything! I saw that Laser wasn't there and I left. I didn't even see the envelope!” “Quite true,” Rarity smiled, “because by the time you got there, the photos had already been taken. You did, eventually, run into Laser Disk, and you have your talk, which Sunset witnessed. “Dynamic Mic is exonerated, too, because he arrived at the festival after all this took place.” “I don't get it,” Dynamic Mic scratched his scalp, “If none of us took the package, then who did?” Everyone turned to Cassette. “Woah!” she cried, raising her hands, “What? What have I to gain?” “Nothing,” Rarity said, “Cassette was never a suspect in this matter. I only invited her here because she's a part of the festival administrative staff. “No, the true person who took the proofs is, I imagine, halfway back to town by now.” There was a collective “What?” “Tell me, Flash Sync,” Rarity said, coolly, “Where is your assistant, Lens Flare?” “I told you, I gave her the day off.” “Did you really? Or did you tell her to get as far away from here as possible?” Rarity took in a deep breath, “Here's what I believe happened: “Lens Flare saw Photo Finish as serious competition. So, when she saw Pixel Pizzaz walking to the office with the proofs, she followed her. “Security records show Lens Flare was already in the festival, presumably to get breakfast. It's possible she saw Laser Disk getting his coffee and, thus, figured that the office would be empty. “So, when Pixel dropped off the photos in the empty office, Lens Flare took her chance, grabbed the envelope and ran off. I believe that it was on her way out that she purchased the pudding from Sunset. “Naturally, you weren't very happy with what she had done, but couldn't outright return the package. So, you came up with this little plan. Lens Flare would return to the festival and place the proofs in a place where they could easily, and believably, be found.” “Why have Lens Flare do it?” Cassette asked. “Flash couldn't be seen with the envelope," Rarity answered, "Plus, the pudding may have already gotten on the envelope and he couldn't, or wouldn't, touch it because of his allergies. “And so, you sent Lens Flare away while you stayed behind to ensure that the proofs were found and returned.” Raw Image turned to his fellow photographer, “Flash, is this true?” Flash had been standing silently, eyes fixated on the grass beneath his feet. “How?” he said softly, “How did you figure it out?” “It was the little things” Rarity explained, “Firstly, that you knew of the theft even before I asked you. Only a handful of us knew. Not even Cassette had been told. “Next was your over-eagerness to help. Even so much as bringing me to the place where you knew the proofs had been placed. “Lastly, there was the matter that Sunset had remarked that you had made frequent trips to her cart. Nobody willingly eats that much pudding. Not you, Pinkie dear; you're the exception, not the rule.” Pinkie slowly lowered her hand. “So,” Photo Finish asked, “vere are ze proofs now?” “That's right!” Raw Image exclaimed, “Without them, you have no proof! All this is just here-say and conjecture! You have to prove that that envelope was on that pudding cart!” Rarity confidently folded her arms. “Oh, I'm most certain I can prove that the proofs came into Sunset's possession.” “How?” “Uhm,” Sunset said, weakly, “Rarity?” Rarity turned to see what her friends, who were looking a little green around the gills, were pointing to. A smile crossed her face as she took the pan and turned it for all to see. Half the pudding had been eaten, parts down to the pan itself. However, what caught everyone's eye were the bits of a rectangular object sticking out from the partially eaten pudding. Cassette frowned, pointing into the pan, “Is that...?” “As you can see, ladies and gentlemen," Rarity proudly proclaimed, "The proofs are in the pudding!” Author's Note Well, this turned out a lot bigger than I initially intended. Oh well... Go check out the festival, if you haven't already. In the meantime, I have some schoolwork to do. Read on, y'all! It started as a morning with friends… little did I know what it would turn into. Applejack's spirits fell as Pinkie Pie and Sunset Shimmer deliberated their plans for the day. “Ya sure?” she asked, “They're fresh off the griddle.” “I'll have just one,” Sunset said, grabbing a plate, “But I ate so many yesterday, I'd want to save some for the rest of you.” “You didn't eat any yesterday,” said Twilight Sparkle. “Well, if you two want to run off early, that's up to you,” Rarity said, “We'll meet up later.” “Sure,” Sunset said through a mouthful of pancake, “we can have lunch.” She put her dishes away. “Come-on, Pinkie, let's go.” She grabbed Pinkie Pie's hand and the two girls ran down the road. Applejack looked dejectedly at the platter in her hands. “Are my pancakes bad?” “Of course not, darling,” said Rarity, “Who knows what's going on with those two.” “They're probably still on the high from last night,” added Rainbow Dash, “Give them a little time to come back down. In the meantime,” she placed another stack upon her plate, “Their loss is my gain.” “Where to now?” Fluttershy asked as everyone regrouped from going through security. Rainbow looked over the day's schedule for day two of the Star Swirl Music Festival. “Well, Tom Foolery doesn't perform for another three hours. So, that almost frees up our entire morning.” “I'd like to check out the neon garden,” said Twilight. “That sounds like fun,” said Fluttershy. “If you think we can quickly solve it,” said Rainbow, “I don't wanna get lost in a maze.” “You do that” Rarity said, “I'll try going backstage to see if I can meet Blackheart.” “Isn't that a screamo band?” Twilight asked. “Gee, Rares,” Applejack said, timidly, “never thought that was somethin' ya listened to.” “Oh, I don't.” “Then why do you want to meet them?” Rainbow asked. Rarity pulled up a photo of the group on her phone for the others to see. “Stylish Rags is the band's costume designer and her designs are absolutely stunning!” Applejack rolled her eyes. “Of course.” “... I would be lying if I didn't say I look to her for inspiration for the costumes I make for the Rainbooms.” “What about you, AJ?” Rainbow asked. Applejack shrugged. “I'm down for whatever.”
I don't go looking for cases… but they always seem to find me. Rarity departed from her friends at the neon garden and proceeded towards the area where the tour buses were parked. Passing by a booth, a certain voice caught her ear. “Ach! Zis is terrible!” The fashionista paused and listened. “I'm ruined! Ruined, I say. Ruined!” Rarity walked around the booth to see Photo Finish and her two assistants, Violet Blurr and Pixel Pizzaz. “How could zis haf happened?” “Um, pardon my interruption,” Rarity said, approaching the trio, “but might I inquire as to what the problem is?” Photo Finish gestured to the other girls, “My assistants haf lost a very important package.” “We didn't lose it!” protested Violet Blurr. Rarity gently rubbed her chin. “Hmm... an important package that has suddenly gone missing?” “I told you,” Pixel Pizzaz said, “I left it on the receptionist's desk.” “Zen why don't zey have it?” “What was this package, exactly?” Rarity asked. “Photos of the sights of Star Swirl," said Photo Finish. Rarity patiently waited for her to continue. “I und two others vere invited to come here as part of a competition. One of us vill be signed to a five-year contract as ze official Star Swirl photographer.” “Wow," Rarity whistled, "that's quite the prize!” “It vould be ze feather in my cap.” “And so this package was...?" “Proofs from yesterday's events. It vas the last stage of ze competition.” Rarity slightly frowned, “But, something this important, why didn't you deliver it yourself?” Photo Finish hung her head. “I vas in bed.” “Photo ate something that didn't quite agree with her,” Violet explained, “She was pretty sick last night. “They wanted the pictures when the festival opened this morning. So, when the courier arrived from the printers, Pixel took them straight to the main office.” “Yes,” continued Pixel, “but when I got there, the receptionist hadn't arrived yet. So, I put a post-it on the envelope explaining what it was and left it in her keyboard.” Rarity's brow deepened. “Have you asked the receptionist about it?” “Yes. She said she never saw it.” “Ze organizers haf graciously extended my deadline to noon, und I've called the printers, but it's a three-hour drive here.” Photo Finish checked the time on her phone. “Zere is no way I can get new prints in time. “Is hopeless...” “I think not!” Rarity gently said, “I will take your case!” “Vat?” “My dear, I will find out what happened to your missing photos and restore your honor and reputation.” The three photographers gave each other a confused look. “You think you can solve our mystery?” asked Violet. Rarity smiled confidently, “Yes! And, now, I investigate!”
Two for the price of one… should only be applied when shopping. Rarity scanned through her notes. “Best place to start is the last known location of the package, which you have described as a nine by twelve manila unmarked envelope.” Pixel nodded. “Why did you write your note on a post-it and not the envelope itself?” “To help keep things fair and promote a blind decision.” “Then how do you know if you won?” “Zey haf some system vich involves printing a number on ze back of each photo,” Photo Finish explained, “Very complicated.” Rarity let out a thoughtful hum. “Then, I believe it's time we visited the scene of the crime.” The office for the festival organizers was a large RV which was parked in the far corner of the festival grounds. Not far away were the portable restrooms and the first-aid tent. Instantly, something came to Rarity's attention. “Wait,” she said to Pixel, who was showing her the way, “the office is inside the festival.” “Uh, yeah?” “But, your camping in same the campground as me. That means you had to go through security to deliver the photos.” “Yeah? Does that mean anything?” “I'm not sure...” “Well,” Pixel said, as they approached the RV's door, “this is it.” Rarity reached up for the handle. “You coming in?” Pixel teetered. “If you don't mind, I'll just wait out here.” Stepping into the RV office, Rarity was immediately met by the receptionist and her desk. “May I help you?” the woman greeted. Rarity quickly introduced herself. “I'm looking into the whereabouts of an envelope.” The woman seemed to instantly know of which Rarity was talking about. “I'll tell you what I told that other girl. There was no envelope on my keyboard when I arrived this morning.” “What time did you come into work today?” “About eight. It takes a while to walk here.” “So, you don't sleep in this RV?” “No. I have a camper in the campground.” “And you came through security to get here?” “That's the only entrance, but I bypass security with my employee badge.” She held up an lanyard which hung around her neck. On the end was a little laminated card which read “Event Staff” and had the name and a small picture of the receptionist. “So, Ms. Cassette,” Rarity continued, “Do you normally leave the door unlocked when you leave for the night?” “No,” Cassette scoffed, “of course not!” “Then how was Pixel Pizzaz able to get in to drop off the envelope?” “If she was here before me and if she managed to get into the RV then it was probably because Laser opened it.” “... and Laser is...?” “Laser Disk. He's the head of the Star Swirl Music Festival. He's an early morning guy and generally here around seven. If he leaves, it's probably to get some coffee.” “You don't have a coffee machine?” “Sometimes, it's nice to get out of the office. Also gives him a chance to walk around the festival and see if there's anything he needs attending to.” “Is he camping at the campground, too?” “Yes. And gets in exactly the same way as me.” Rarity made a few scribbles in her notepad. “Was there anything on your desk when you came in?” “No. The other two photographers dropped off their stuff while I was here.” “Who came in first?” “Raw Image. Then, Flash Sync.” “You know about what time that was?” Cassette pursed her lips. “About eight-thirty, quarter till nine. That's about when I called Photo Finish.” Rarity's head bounced up. “You called Photo Finish?” “Laser asked me. To verify she would be turning in a packet.” “Seems a bit odd for a competition.” “Yes," said a male voice, "but given the circumstances, I had to bend things slightly.” Rarity made a quick turn towards the door. “Laser Disk, I assume?” Laser smiled. “Yes, I am.” He extended his hand, “And you are?” “Rarity. What are these circumstances you speak of?” “The festival grounds are a bit away from town than we initially anticipated. When the photographers pointed out that they couldn't get the prints as quickly as we asked, I changed the deadline from first thing this morning to as soon as they could get them. “When I saw that Photo Finish hadn't turned anything in, I asked Cassette to call her.” He gave Rarity a curious glance-over. “Are you an investigator?” “Indeed, I am!” Rarity stood proudly. Laser pointed to his office in the back of the RV. “Do you mind if we speak privately for a moment?” The back office was darker then the front office and severely messier. Laser cleared a pile of folders and papers from the only other seat for Rarity to sit down. Rarity quickly cut to the chase. “What can I help you with, Mr. Disk?” Laser wavered. “I'm not sure.” “Well, whatever it is, I take it it's something you don't want Cassette to know.” “Yes, and no. I may be the head of the Star Swirl Festival, but Cassette is the true organizer. I'm just the one to say 'yes' and sign the cheques. She had enough going on and I don't want to add any more to her plate.” “I was led to believe she was just the receptionist.” “Receptionist, AP, AR, HR, Office Manager... We're a small office.” “I see.... May I ask you a question? Why did you grant Photo Finish an extension? I have a feeling it's more than just how fast one can get a set of prints.” Laser let out a short sigh. “I know that Photo Finish had the prints this morning.” “How?” “I saw her assistant walking through the festival with an envelope in-hand. I have no reason to believe Photo Finish and her crew would lie to me.” Rarity let out a slight inward sigh in relief. “I can personally vouch for their character,” she said, firmly. “Forgive me, but that doesn't make me feel any better.” “I see what you mean. If Pixel Pizzaz dropped off the envelope and it's not here, then it would appear you have a thief on your hands.” Laser Disk nodded. “I hate to think I have cut-throat photographers on my hands. But, it's also very likely that the pictures may have been taken by mistake. “I've already alerted security. They gave me a list of everyone who was inside at the time.” He produced a printout for Rarity. “What about employees?” Rarity asked, “They don't go through security.” “They still have to show their badges. Same for all the performers.” Rarity released a low hum. “Do you keep anything of value in the office?” Laser shook his head. “Nothing out of the ordinary. Everything is also secured to prevent items from shifting when driving.” “Petty cash?” “We use a debit card, which Cassette is in possession of.” “Do you know of anyone who would want to steal from you?” “Not here.” “Then," surmised Rarity, "we may be looking at a crime of opportunity...” “Yes," Laser agreed, "And I fear I may not be the only victim.”
Honesty is the best policy… especially where clients are concerned. “Hey, Rarity!” Rarity lifted her head. “Hey, girls,” she smiled, “How was the garden?” Rainbow shrugged, “It was okay. Could have been a few degrees cooler.” “The neon lights were nice,” Twilight said, “but the maze wasn't much of a puzzle.” “All-in-all,” summarized Applejack, “it was nice.” Fluttershy nodded in agreement. “Well, nice to hear you all had a good time.” “How was your meeting with Stylish Rags?” Fluttershy asked. “Oh,” Rarity waved, “I didn't make it backstage.” The other girls grew concerned. “Did something happen?” Twilight asked. “In a way. It appears I've stumbled upon a case.” “Alright!” Rainbow cheered, “What rogue Equestrian magic is about this time?” She quickly shrank away from the glares of her friends. “... or not...” Rarity shook her head. “No magic involved this time. This appears strictly a non-magic mystery.” Fluttershy gulped. “Nothing too serious, I hope.” Again, Rarity shook her head. “It appears we have a thief on the premises.” “Do you need any help?” Twilight asked. “You can help her,” Rainbow said, pointing to Twilight, “I've got an appointment with Tom Foolery.” “I appreciate the offer,” Rarity said, “I'm just not sure how you can help.” “Well,” Applejack tilted her hat, “when ya know, ya just let us know.” “Hey,” Twilight pointed to a small crowd that had gathered a little ways away, “what's going on over there?” Fluttershy took in a deep breath. “I don't know, but something smells really good.” Out of curiosity, the girls moved in and pushed their way to the center of the group. “Sunset?” “Hey, girls!” “What are you doing?” Rainbow asked. Sunset gestured to a small cart laden with various puddings. “What does it look like?” Twilight raised a brow. “You left camp early to sell pudding?” “Not our initial plan.” “Maybe you should start from the beginning,” Rainbow said. Sunset teetered, “Well, being that it was so early, the lines were completely empty. Pinkie and I sped through security and made a beeline to the food trucks. “Pinkie had offered to treat me to breakfast, so I walked around to pick where to eat. It took me a while, but I eventually saw a food truck I hadn't seen before. “We walked up to the truck and, while filling our order, the guy explained that he drove in last night.” “I thought everyone had a two-day contract,” said Applejack. “That's what Pinkie Pie said," Sunset continued, “Kugel explained that his truck had broke down a few days ago and he finally got it back from the mechanic yesterday. Drove the whole night to get here. “He was pretty bummed about it. He'd lost a day of sales and wasn't sure he'd even break even.” “How does this come into this?” Rarity asked, pointing to the pudding cart. “Pinkie and I offered to help out. Kugel barely had anytime to prepare goods to sell. Pinkie offered to help cook. I explained that I was a disaster in the kitchen, but that I was pretty good at sales.” “Are you getting paid for this?” asked Twilight. “Nope, strictly charity.” “You're just helping out a random stranger?” A dreamy look entered Sunset's eyes. “You have to taste his French toast bread pudding. It's really thick and moist with just the right balance of sugar and cinnamon, topped with whipped cream and fresh berries. I had two!” Applejack folded her arms, “But yer still workin' for nothin'.” Sunset waved it off. “That's fine. After the day I had yesterday, this is a treat.” “But,” Fluttershy said, “you had a great day yesterday, didn't you?” “Yeah, but it was a long time coming. You have no idea what I had to go through.” “I feel like we're missing something,” said Rarity, “You make it sound like it took you days to prepare.” Sunset looked confused for a moment. “Oh, that's right, I didn't tell you this last time...” “Tell us what?” “I was stuck in a time loop for three weeks.” She was instantly met with a chorus of gasps. “What?” “I knew it! Equestrian magic!” Sunset shot daggers at Rainbow. “Long story,” she said, “Pinkie Pie knows about it.” “Are you in one now?” asked Rarity. Sunset shook her head, “No, she and I broke the loop last night.” “But, how...?” “As Twilight always explained it: 'It's possible that a snag in the fabric of space time could cause a temporal point—i.e. this day—to fold in on itself and, thereby, repeat.'” She cast a sly smile to her scientific friend. Twilight's jaw dropped. “... But, that wasn't really the cause.” Rainbow Dash rubbed her temples, “Let me get this straight. You spend three weeks stuck in a time loop and the first thing you do when free is sell pudding?” “It's the one thing I haven't done!” “Somethin' tells me ya got quite the story to tell 'round the campfire tonight,” said Applejack. “While you're at it,” added Rainbow, “you can also tell us how you came to perform with Post Crush last night.” “That part is actually part of it,” Sunset lightly laughed, “Fine, you'll get the whole story tonight.” She took a look at her cart. “Hmm... I'm getting a little low. Better return to the truck.” She released the cart's break. “See you around later?” “You bet!” jumped Twilight, “I want to hear everything about that time loop.” “Of course you do...” Sunset rolled her eyes. “We still on for lunch?” Applejack asked. Sunset called back as she pushed the cart across the grass. “Wouldn't miss it!” “Sunset,” Sunset turned to see Rarity running up behind her. “How long have you been selling pudding?” Sunset shrugged. “Few hours.” “Have you been moving around the festival? Or just stayed in one place.” “Moved around mostly. Why all the questions? What's going on?” “I'm on a case.” Sunset raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Who's the body?” “What?” “Who got iced?” Rarity yelped, “It's not anything like that!” “Oh... Too bad. Murder mysteries are far more interesting. So, am I a suspect?” “No, but you may be a key witness. Have you noticed any seedy characters about?” “That sounds more like a question for the birds. Maybe we should get Fluttershy.” “Sunset, I'm being serious!” “Fine,” Sunset laughed, “No, I haven't noticed any 'seedy characters'.” “Anything that stuck out to you as out of the ordinary?” “Not really. You looking for anything in particular?” “A petty thief.” Sunset shook her head. “Sorry.” Rarity frowned. “You encounter a lot of people. I don't suppose—” “NO!” The sternness of the voice caused Rarity to stumble in her step. Without even turning, she knew she had upset Sunset. “You know I don't want to use that power unless I absolutely have to.” Rarity quickly raised her hands in surrender, “I'm sorry! Forget I asked.” There was a moment of awkward silence. “So,” Rarity wavered, “you haven't seen anything worth noting this morning?” “I wouldn't say that.” Rarity's curiosity peaked. “Oh?” “Well, it's not much, but there was a fight.” “Really?” “Well, more of a quarrel.” “Oh...” “I told you it wasn't much.” Rarity let out a sigh. “Well, thanks anyway.” “How dare you!” Rarity maintained her composure. “You were reported to be in the area at the time in question.” “Yes, I was delivering my proofs! Why are you pestering me?” he pointed in the direction behind Rarity, “Go harass Flash Sync! He was there, too!” “Don't be so crass, Raw,” Flash Sync tsked as he approached the scene, “Let the girl have her fun.” Raw Image huffed and stomped off. “I do apologize, my dear,” Flash said, “I'm afraid Raw Image can be a bit—” “Raw?” Rarity finished. “Quite. But don't discount him so quickly. He's very passionate about his work and very good at what he does. I'm just afraid people are not his strongsuit.” “You seem to know him pretty well.” “We've been in the business together for quite some time. This isn't the first time we've been pitted against each other. That young girl, though, Photo Finish? She's good. I expect to see more of her work. Dare I say she's almost as good as me. Nasty thing, this business, though.” Rarity frowned, “So, you know of the missing photos?” “Our community is tight-knit. Almost impossible not to know what's going on. Imagine; stealing an artist's work! Word of advice, Miss...?” “Rarity.” “Word of advice, Miss Rarity, if an artist's work goes up missing, the last thing you should do is blame another artist. Rather insulting, really.” “Of that, I'm quite aware,” Rarity said, flatly, “I was just hoping either you are Raw Image had noticed anything on your way to or from the office.” Flash Sync gave a sympathetic shrug. “'Fraid not. I'm not much for mornings. Frankly, you're lucky if I'm standing.” “What about your assistant?” “Lens Flare? I wouldn't know. With our shooting done, I gave her the day off.” “Does Raw Image have an assistant?” Flash laughed. “Are you kidding? I can't think of anyone who could stand him. And I know some pretty resilient people.” Rarity tapped her pen on her notepad. “Were you taking pictures all day yesterday?” “Yep. I was mostly by the main stage.” “Any chance you may have gotten a shot of our thief?” Flash looked thoughtful, “I suppose it's possible. You believe our little scoundrel was running around yesterday?” “Almost certain.” “Well, you're in luck” Flash said, reaching into his messenger bag, “I just happen to have all my photos on my tablet. Say we review them over some pudding? My treat.” Sunset frowned. “You again!” “What can I say?” Flash shrugged, “I'm in love!” “You're in a state of addiction.” Sunset's frown gave way to an amused smirk. “What will it be this time?” Flash hummed as he glanced over the cart. “What haven't I had yet?” “You haven't tried the pistachio.” “Please, no. I have a tree nut allergy.” Sunset shrugged and turned her attention to Rarity. “What about you, Rares?” “Oh, I don't know, darling. It all looks so good. How about I leave it up to you?” Sunset winked. “I think I've got something for ya.” Puddings in hand, Rarity and Flash Sync sat down to review the previous day's photos. “How many did you say you had again?” Flash swiped the screen. “Seven thousand, three hundred and fourteen.” “How many do we have left?” “Six thousand and nine.” Rarity groaned. “I'm sorry,” Flash said, swiping the screen, “But, as you can see, I was at the stage all day.” He swiped again. “You two okay? Couldn't help but pick up on your frustration.” “It's okay, Sunset,” Rarity sighed, “Just looking for a needle in a haystack.” She took a large spoonful of her summer pudding. Sunset moved around to see what the pair were looking at. “Oh, you're not kidding.” “Yep,” Flash sighed. He was about to swipe again, but Sunset stopped him. “Wait,” she said, “What's that?” “Hm?” Sunset enlarged a portion of the picture's background. “What's going on there?” Flash squinted, “Looks like some sort of argument.” Sunset pointed to the screen. “I'm not a hundred percent sure, because this other guy has his back to us, but I'm almost positive those are the same two guys who were fighting earlier.” Rarity pondered, looking at the man facing the camera. “Odd for Laser Disk not to mention it.” “He runs the festival,” Flash reasoned, “I imagine he's fighting with people all the time.” “But, this looks like one of the performers...” “That's Laser Disk?” Rarity turned to Sunset in shock. “You know him?” “By name only,” said Sunset, “What? You thought the Rainbooms was the first band I ran with?” Rarity slapped Flash Sync's tablet onto the desk. “You weren't very upfront with me, Mr. Disk.” “I told you what you needed to know.” “Really?” she pulled up the image on the tablet, “You forgot to mention that you've been getting into arguments with one of the musicians. You also forgot to mention that you're a talent scout for EQG Records.” Laser was quick to shush her. “I'd like to keep that quiet. Okay, so you found me out. But there is no conflict of interest. The festival is open to everyone.” “So, who is the other fellow?” Laser sighed. “Jet Fuel. Uses the stage name 'Frett'. He's been signed to EQG Records for a better part of a year.” “May I ask what the argument was about?” “He's been trying to get out of his contract for the past few weeks. But, one does not simply waltz out of a contract. There's a little number involved.” “What sort of song and dance are we talking about?” “Try something to the tune of a million dollars.” Rarity was dumbstruck. “...and that's not the kind of music he's willing to face.” “While we're on the subject,” Rarity said, sternly, “Any other disputes that I should be aware of?” Laser sank into his chair. “Dynamic Mic. He's a counterpart of mine for the competition. He's always trying to steal my contracts.” “I take it Dynamic Mic is here?” “Like I said, the festival is open to everyone. Haven't seen him, though—probably for the best. But his name appeared on yesterday's attendee list.” “Any chance he would come here to take anything?” “None, unless he wants to get his company sued out of existence. Business espionage is very serious... business.”
The plot continues to thicken… it's starting to resemble pudding. Rarity looked at the festival's schedule. She thought for sure she had seen the name “Frett” on it. The question was where. Eventually, she chanced upon it. “Good,” she smiled, checking the time, “I can catch him once he's done playing.” Arriving at the venue, Rarity came upon Rainbow Dash sitting outside. “Everyone else leave you?” she asked. Rainbow shook her head. “Not exactly. Applejack's coming back. They're grabbing snacks and scoping out lunch options. I'm here scoping out a spot for Tom Foolery.” “What are you doing out here?” Rainbow thumbed towards the stage where the concert was going on. “You don't hear that? That guy sucks!” “Well, I'm sure we all can't be quite as awesome as you, Rainbow Dash.” “No, this guy is seriously bad. Worst part is, he's faking it. And I don't understand why.” Rarity frowned. “He's faking being bad?” “Yeah. Weird, huh?” Rarity was waiting when Frett walked backstage. As she moved in, someone else beat her to the musician. “Good work,” the stranger said, patting Frett's back, “keep this up and we'll be in business in no time.” “You really think it'll work?” the rockstar asked. “Has to. Who wants a musician that can't play?” “Well, well, well,” Rarity smiled, approaching the pair, “Dynamic Mic, I presume?” Dynamic Mic frowned, “Who wants to know?” Rarity stood tall. “The name's Rarity. I was hoping you could answer me a few questions.” “What about?” “There appears to have been a theft.” “Are we suspects?” “Not explicitly” Rarity said, coolly, “But, I understand you were on the grounds at the time. I was wondering if, maybe, you saw something.” “Sorry,” Frett said, “I've been back here preparing for my gig all morning.” Rarity hummed, turning to Dynamic Mic. “And what about you?” “I've been here with Frett.” “Interesting,” Rarity's eyes narrowed, “considering he's already signed to EQG Records.” “What's this about?” Frett demanded. “You've been trying to get out of your contract for a while. Now, I can see why.” “Now look here, little missy,” Dynamic Mic wagged his finger, “We're not doing anything illegal!” “No,” Rarity conceded, “only unethical.” She paused when something caught her eye. “Uh, Frett, I beg your pardon, but you have stains on your shirt.” “Yeah," the musician sneered, "well I'm a messy eater.” “But, you said you were here all morning—” “I was” Fret growled, “This is from yesterday. I only brought one performing shirt.” “I suggest you leave,” Dynamic Mic said sternly, “before I call security.” With all the grace of a lady, Rarity backed away. Though, as she walked away, a nagging thought lingered in her mind. “But, those look like pudding stains...” “Thanks for inviting us for pudding, Rarity.” “Well, no point in letting Sunset and Pinkie have all the fun. And it is very good pudding.” “Shame Rainbow Dash and Applejack are going to miss out.” “We'll bring them around for dessert after lunch.” Rarity wrapped her arms around Fluttershy and Twilight, “In the meantime, we get to enjoy.” Kugel's pudding truck was easy to spot. Of all the food trucks, it was the most busy. “Guess it's become the festival's favorite” Twilight commented. “Of course!” a familiar voice chimed from the rear, “Who doesn't like pudding?” “Hello, Pinkie Pie” Rarity smiled, walking behind the truck, “You been here all morning?” Pinkie Pie was whisking wet ingredients in a large mixing bowl. Behind her was another pudding on a rack, cooling from the oven. “Yep!” she beamed, “Been putting in the pudding.” “They're really good. I already had some of what Sunset was selling.” “Oh, Kugel made those. I'm making what will be sold this afternoon. “Oh, Rarity, I've got something for you.” She knelt down behind her workstation. “Hmm, that's odd. It was here earlier.” “What?” asked Twilight. “An envelope.” Rarity's ears perked up. “An envelope?” “Yeah, it's about so big. Sunset returned with it on her cart. I was all 'What's that?' and she was all 'I don't know.' And then figured someone probably set it down left it behind.” “Sunset gave an envelope to you?” “She didn't want to carry it around and risk losing it.” Twilight folded her arms with a half-lidded stare. “Which you just did.” “Hey,” Pinkie defended, “it gets busy back here!” “Could you describe the envelope?” Rarity asked, “It's color? Any markings?” “Just some pudding stains. Kheer, to be precise.” “Transfer from the cart, no doubt...” “I don't think so. For one thing, the envelope was on the opposite side of the cart from where that pudding was and Sunset had already sold out of that pudding by the time it appeared.” Rarity was shocked. “How do you know that?” “Sunset made a swing by here while crossing the grounds. There wasn't a whole bunch of that pudding to begin with, so it went rather quickly.” She was slightly startled by Rarity suddenly running away from the truck. “Hey, what did I say?” “Everything!” Rarity called back. “Sunset, I'm in need of your assistance!” “What's up?” Rarity laid out a series of photographs and handed Sunset a marker. “Mark out the people in these pictures in the order you saw them this morning.” “What?” “All of these people have a common denominator, and that's you. More specifically, the pudding you're peddling.” Sunset still wasn't following, but completed Rarity's request. A few minutes later, she returned the photos to Rarity. “Anything else?” Rarity shuffled through the photos. “I think that's everything. Wait!” She held up a print, “Who's this?” Sunset shrugged. “I dunno.” “You gave her two numbers.” “That's because I saw her twice. The first time, she was just walking around the grounds. The second time, she purchased some pudding.” “Do you remember what she bought?” “Of course! It was my first sale of the day. She bought some kheer pudding.” She pointed to another picture, “So did he.” Rarity hummed in deep ponder. “Sunset, be a dear and round everyone up at Kugel's food truck. It's time for the big reveal!”
A good mystery is like a good ensemble... it is beautiful when it all comes together. “I hope you can explain yourself,” Raw Image grumbled. “Oh, just try to relax, old boy,” Flash Sync chided. “I just don't like pudding.” A gasp resounded from Pinkie Pie. “It's true,” Sunset sheepishly shrugged, “He's been avoiding me all morning.” “I don't like mashed foods,” Raw Image grumbled, “I can eat them when they put me in the nursing home.” Flash Sync rolled his eyes with a soft mumble: “Knowing you, you'll probably go straight to the funeral home.” “Why are we all here?” asked Dynamic Mic. “Because I have solved the case!” Rarity pronounced triumphantly. “Brilliant,” Frett said, “Can we go now?” “All in good time.” She glanced at the assembled group and went down her mental roster. “... Laser Disk, Cassette, Photo Finish, Pixel Pizzaz, Violet Blurr... Good, everyone is here.” “Good,” Raw said, “Then please start.” “I will, but first, Pinkie, where is that pudding you had just taken out of the oven when I stopped by the truck?” Pinkie produced a large pan of sticky peanut butter and banana pudding. “What? This one?” “That would be it.” Rarity handed the pudding and a spoon to Sunset. “Eat.” “What?” Sunset yelped, “Why me?” “Because Pinkie is liable to eat it.” “Eat what? The pudding? Of course she'll eat it!” “I'm looking for something. You'll know it when you find it.” Sunset frowned, “I'm not eating a whole batch of pudding!” “Well, you're the only other person here I can trust.” “I'll eat some,” Kugel said, grabbing a spoon. Twilight and Fluttershy also volunteered and grabbed some spoons. “Now then,” Rarity began, “I must admit this was a very difficult case with many twist and turns. All throughout, I couldn't figure out for the life of me what could have happened to those proofs. Yet, with every step, it always brought me back to pudding. “Have no fear, Mr. Kugel, you're not involved in any of this. It just so happens that everyone involved in this case all had contact with Sunset Shimmer and your sales cart at some point. “And that is where everything began to fall into place.” “Not everyone bought pudding” Dynamic Mic was quick to object. “True,” Rarity agreed, “but Sunset was in a unique position to observe everything that was going on in the park at the time of the crime.” “You know,” Pinkie whispered to Sunset, “If this were a murder mystery, you would be the next prime target.” “And so begins our story: “Photo Finish and her assistants receive their proofs via courier in the early morning. Some tainted food puts Photo Finish out of commission so her assistant, Pixel Pizzaz is sent to deliver the package to Laser Disk's office. “But, she arrives at a time when no one is there. Mr. Disk has opened the office, but went out for coffee and the Office Manager, Cassette, hasn't yet arrived. So, Pixel does the only logical thing and leaves a note on the package stating what it is and leaves it in a spot where anyone can find it. “However, between Pixel leaving the office and Laser's return, the envelope, and the proofs within, vanish.” “Very good,” Dynamic Mic said, “But can we please cut to the chase?” “All in due time.” “Trust me,” Twilight said through a mouthful of pudding, “this will take a while.” Rarity continued: “My initial question was who would want to take the prints? Well, naturally, the prime suspects became Photo Finish's competitors: Flash Sync and Raw Image.” “This is absurd!” Raw roared. Flash's eyes narrowed, “What did I warn you?” “Oh, please!” Rarity waved her hand, “Raw Image is already exonerated because the envelope eventually turned up on Sunset's pudding cart and he hasn't been so much as ten feet near it. “So, that then leaves Flash Sync.” “What?” Flash yelled. “It would have been perfectly easy for you to arrive at the office early with the intent of delivering your photos, see the package that Pixel had left alone and unguarded—maybe even see her drop it off. Seizing this opportunity, you grab her package and hide it away somewhere, then return later with your own to make it seem like you delivered your photos later.” Flash's voice lowered, “Be very careful of what you are insinuating.” “I am. Which is why I can also say you didn't take the envelope. One, the security logs show you entering the grounds after the envelope was taken and, two, when the envelope was discovered by Pinkie Pie, it had kheer pudding stains on it “Kheer is a rice pudding that is garnished with either cashews or almonds—something you would avoid, given your nut allergies. And, as best we can figure, Sunset had sold the last of the pudding before the envelope was placed on her cart. Thus, meaning that whoever took the envelope was also enjoying the pudding. “Which then brings us to Frett.” “What about me?” the rock musician huffed. “You've been trying to get out of your contract. I'm sure an intentional bad performance has been part of it.” “I told you, I was backstage all morning!” “Please stop lying. That stain on your shirt tells me you were in the main grounds for some portion of the day.” “I got this stain yesterday.” “Again, please stop lying. Sunset remembers selling you some kheer pudding and, I'm sure if I ask Pinkie to inspect that stain, she would concur it's the same. Also, Kugel couldn't come here yesterday. So, unless you've gone through some time warp, that stain is from today. “So, now the question is, why are you lying?” Frett gulped as all eyes fell upon him. “Okay!” he broke, “I went to the office! I was trying to look for Laser Disk, but he wasn't there.” “So, you saw the envelope on Cassette's desk and, thinking it may have something to help you get out of your contract, you took it.” “No!” the musician cried, “I didn't take anything! I saw that Laser wasn't there and I left. I didn't even see the envelope!” “Quite true,” Rarity smiled, “because by the time you got there, the photos had already been taken. You did, eventually, run into Laser Disk, and you have your talk, which Sunset witnessed. “Dynamic Mic is exonerated, too, because he arrived at the festival after all this took place.” “I don't get it,” Dynamic Mic scratched his scalp, “If none of us took the package, then who did?” Everyone turned to Cassette. “Woah!” she cried, raising her hands, “What? What have I to gain?” “Nothing,” Rarity said, “Cassette was never a suspect in this matter. I only invited her here because she's a part of the festival administrative staff. “No, the true person who took the proofs is, I imagine, halfway back to town by now.” There was a collective “What?” “Tell me, Flash Sync,” Rarity said, coolly, “Where is your assistant, Lens Flare?” “I told you, I gave her the day off.” “Did you really? Or did you tell her to get as far away from here as possible?” Rarity took in a deep breath, “Here's what I believe happened: “Lens Flare saw Photo Finish as serious competition. So, when she saw Pixel Pizzaz walking to the office with the proofs, she followed her. “Security records show Lens Flare was already in the festival, presumably to get breakfast. It's possible she saw Laser Disk getting his coffee and, thus, figured that the office would be empty. “So, when Pixel dropped off the photos in the empty office, Lens Flare took her chance, grabbed the envelope and ran off. I believe that it was on her way out that she purchased the pudding from Sunset. “Naturally, you weren't very happy with what she had done, but couldn't outright return the package. So, you came up with this little plan. Lens Flare would return to the festival and place the proofs in a place where they could easily, and believably, be found.” “Why have Lens Flare do it?” Cassette asked. “Flash couldn't be seen with the envelope," Rarity answered, "Plus, the pudding may have already gotten on the envelope and he couldn't, or wouldn't, touch it because of his allergies. “And so, you sent Lens Flare away while you stayed behind to ensure that the proofs were found and returned.” Raw Image turned to his fellow photographer, “Flash, is this true?” Flash had been standing silently, eyes fixated on the grass beneath his feet. “How?” he said softly, “How did you figure it out?” “It was the little things” Rarity explained, “Firstly, that you knew of the theft even before I asked you. Only a handful of us knew. Not even Cassette had been told. “Next was your over-eagerness to help. Even so much as bringing me to the place where you knew the proofs had been placed. “Lastly, there was the matter that Sunset had remarked that you had made frequent trips to her cart. Nobody willingly eats that much pudding. Not you, Pinkie dear; you're the exception, not the rule.” Pinkie slowly lowered her hand. “So,” Photo Finish asked, “vere are ze proofs now?” “That's right!” Raw Image exclaimed, “Without them, you have no proof! All this is just here-say and conjecture! You have to prove that that envelope was on that pudding cart!” Rarity confidently folded her arms. “Oh, I'm most certain I can prove that the proofs came into Sunset's possession.” “How?” “Uhm,” Sunset said, weakly, “Rarity?” Rarity turned to see what her friends, who were looking a little green around the gills, were pointing to. A smile crossed her face as she took the pan and turned it for all to see. Half the pudding had been eaten, parts down to the pan itself. However, what caught everyone's eye were the bits of a rectangular object sticking out from the partially eaten pudding. Cassette frowned, pointing into the pan, “Is that...?” “As you can see, ladies and gentlemen," Rarity proudly proclaimed, "The proofs are in the pudding!” Author's Note Well, this turned out a lot bigger than I initially intended. Oh well... Go check out the festival, if you haven't already. In the meantime, I have some schoolwork to do. Read on, y'all!
It started as a morning with friends… little did I know what it would turn into. Applejack's spirits fell as Pinkie Pie and Sunset Shimmer deliberated their plans for the day. “Ya sure?” she asked, “They're fresh off the griddle.” “I'll have just one,” Sunset said, grabbing a plate, “But I ate so many yesterday, I'd want to save some for the rest of you.” “You didn't eat any yesterday,” said Twilight Sparkle. “Well, if you two want to run off early, that's up to you,” Rarity said, “We'll meet up later.” “Sure,” Sunset said through a mouthful of pancake, “we can have lunch.” She put her dishes away. “Come-on, Pinkie, let's go.” She grabbed Pinkie Pie's hand and the two girls ran down the road. Applejack looked dejectedly at the platter in her hands. “Are my pancakes bad?” “Of course not, darling,” said Rarity, “Who knows what's going on with those two.” “They're probably still on the high from last night,” added Rainbow Dash, “Give them a little time to come back down. In the meantime,” she placed another stack upon her plate, “Their loss is my gain.” “Where to now?” Fluttershy asked as everyone regrouped from going through security. Rainbow looked over the day's schedule for day two of the Star Swirl Music Festival. “Well, Tom Foolery doesn't perform for another three hours. So, that almost frees up our entire morning.” “I'd like to check out the neon garden,” said Twilight. “That sounds like fun,” said Fluttershy. “If you think we can quickly solve it,” said Rainbow, “I don't wanna get lost in a maze.” “You do that” Rarity said, “I'll try going backstage to see if I can meet Blackheart.” “Isn't that a screamo band?” Twilight asked. “Gee, Rares,” Applejack said, timidly, “never thought that was somethin' ya listened to.” “Oh, I don't.” “Then why do you want to meet them?” Rainbow asked. Rarity pulled up a photo of the group on her phone for the others to see. “Stylish Rags is the band's costume designer and her designs are absolutely stunning!” Applejack rolled her eyes. “Of course.” “... I would be lying if I didn't say I look to her for inspiration for the costumes I make for the Rainbooms.” “What about you, AJ?” Rainbow asked. Applejack shrugged. “I'm down for whatever.”
