fandomhigh | Cognitive Logic in Understanding Evidence; Wednesday, Second Period [01/13].

And so, for their second class, the dinner party would find themselves arriving in the ballroom of Mr. Corpse's mansion, a grand room as one might expect, with plenty of open spaces, large windows overlooking the stormy scenery of the tumultuous sea beyond, occassionally illuminated by the peals of lightning. A grand piano crouches in a corner, and, crouched beside it, a maid, over a still body in a dark suit, a puddle of blood pooling behind his head. Thunder cracked across the sky outside, and the maid stood, eyes wide as dinner plates as she regards the group.

"Oh, it's terrible," she gushed, hands balled to her face in distress. "Just terrible! I'd come in just to dust, and there he was! Mr. Corpse! Dead! Whatever are we to do???"

"That's a good question," Ros agreed. "What are we going to do? We should probably contact the poli--"

One of the side doors to the ballroom burst open. "The phone lines!" he declared. "They've been cut! I've tried to call the police, but we can't get through."

"And no body has service way out here in the middle of no where," Rosa added thoughtfully, because it was convenient to the plot, "especially not in this storm. And because of the storm, odds are, whoever did this deed is probably still here with us. That leaves us but one choice: we have to try and find who this killer is and how they did it before one of us becomes the next victim. We should start by looking around, seeing if we can find any clues," cue lightning, "to solve this mystery....before it's too late."

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Yes. And Enola was definitely picking up that vibe. So now she was even being extra-extra polite.

"My name is Enola Holmes," she said nodding slightly to her response. "And I have recently embarked into the profession of being a detective. In particular those persons who have gone missing. I understand you have a business in town which does private investigations?"

"Wow. You figure that one out yourself? You're off to a good start."

Rosa.

Well, she did actually mean it a little sincerely, despite the sarcasm in her tone, based on Enola's performance in class so far, but, also based on Enola's performance in class so far, she felt that kind of enthusiasm could use the sarcasm, too.

There was a moment when Enola's eyes went side to side as she processed the and accepted the sarcasm. And then lacking any other appropriate response she replied. "Thank you."

She cleared her throat. Not that it needed clearing just to provide a break in the conversation. "As you might have deduced, I am not from this timeline. In fact you are the first woman I have met who is a detective. While this class is certainly helpful, I would like to learn more of your processes and business."

She began to go through her handbag, pulling out an article from the Pall Mall Gazette regarding the miraculous recovering of a missing young lord and the arrest of his grandmother for attempted murder as well as murder. "I have already solved my first case. And while I'm rather new, I wish to be a sort of an apprentice to you and your business. I believe in this time period you call it an 'internship'."

Rosa eyed Enola a little closer as she reached out to take the article from her, letting her gaze linger for just that slight bit too long before finally dropping her eyes to skim over the words.

"If I'm the first," she noted, "then this'll really blow your mind. There's actually two of us there..."

And Enola would probably learn about ten times as much about dry sarcasm and not giving a shit between the two of them than she probably would ever learn about detecting.

Her eyes flicked up from the article as she handed it back over.

"So, you want to come join us at Diaz & Ass., huh?"

Well, her brother was Sherlock Holmes. He had dry sarcasm and not giving a shit down to a science.

At least in Enola's opinion.

"Yes," she said frowning at the word usage. "I would proud to be an associate. You do not have to pay me. I only wish to learn. And since there are two women detectives I expect I can learn twice as much."

Or in Jessica's case, how to hold her liquor.

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Rosa had definitely phrased it that way just to see how Enola would handle the word usage, which meant she may have grinned a little bit. If you knew to look for it.

Well, this should be fun.

"Definitely more than you would at trooper station, anyway," she allowed, "unless you enjoy navel gazing and excessive paperwork. Come by on Monday, I'll see if there's anything we can field to you to get you some experience. And if you want to go all out and do desk handling and phone wrangling, we can make a day for that, too.

"Just out of curiousity...what are your thoughts on bees?"

"What kind specifically? The brown banded carter? The anthropora retusa? The bombus barbutellus?"

Ferndale hall had a lovely section on melittology. A favorite of her father's.

Rosa was not a religious person but, after a moment of just staring at Enola, she was going to just look up for a moment and thank God because she could not have asked for a better potential weaponized nerd to throw at the Bee Lady, apparently.

Perfect.

"You're the fledgling detective," Rosa then answered. "You find out. You see, there's this whole missing bee case that's gone cold," out of sheer apathy and it being stupid, "that might just have Intern Ass. written all over it."

"A missing bee?"

There was a moment of puzzlement before that stiff upper lip returned. "Very well. As your intern associate I will be happy to take the case."

A bee? Really?

"I shall join you on Monday to receive the details."

Oh, to be a squirrel on the tail of this ensuing investigation!

"Sounds like a plan," Rosa decided with a nod. "Oh. And good work in class so far. Keep it up."

Which was Rosa's way of giving you a...tentative stamp of approval for now, Enola.

Don't screw it up.

Enola did her best to keep her face absolutely professional. "Thank you. I intend to do so."

However as soon as she walked out of class she went back to the door grinning like a loon.

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