Trooper Station: Monday Morning

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Dale is once again plowing through a plate of doughnuts and is on his third cup of coffee as he reviews some more of the case files of some previous police officers who were once in Fandom.

"Diane? Please remind me to track down a couple of detectives from New York. I'd like to interview them about some of the reports they left behind.

Also Diane, I have the strange urge to say the words "DOINK! DOINK!" every time I turn a page in the report. I'm not entirely sure why."

[ooc: Dale is here for stocksgrrl but otherwise the post is open for visiting.]

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Turtle Wexler was a girl on a mission for justice. When she had a break in her classes, she made her way down to the station, and plopped the little plastic bag withthe pink handled scissors inside on the desk. "A great crime has been committed," she told Dale, "but I have the evidence to start an investigation."

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Dale cocked an eyebrow at the girl. "Is that so? What kind of crime has been committed?"

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"Breaking and entering," Turtle answered, "violation of person, and the theft of a very important possession. Someone came into my alcove on the night of May Thirtieth, a Wednesday, or possibly on the cusp of May Thirty-First, a Thursday, as I don't know what time it actually happened because I was asleep. The culprit entered without permission, and used those," she pointed at the scissors in the bag, "which we will call Exhibit A, to cut off my braid, which they not only severed without permission from my person, but also took with there, which is theft, because that braid is mine."

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"Please sit down," Dale said seriously as he began to take notes for the case file. "Can you please state your name? Also has this incident been reported to school officials?"

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Turtle promptly sat. She looked around for a moment for any squirrels, before leaning in and whispering to the investigator, "Tabitha-Ruth Wexler." This was official business, right? She didn't want using an alias to come back and bite her in the butt some how. She settled back in her chair. "But everyone calls me Turtle, okay? That's what everyone knows me as. And I haven't reported it to school officials, because it happened, technically speaking, outside of school stuff and this is so much more important than that."

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"You're secret is safe with me, Miss Wexler," Dale replied as he signaled Ralph to come over to the desk.

"Ralph? I need you to have forensics done on these scissors. Check for fingerprints, hair, skin cells everything."

Ralph might have rolled his eyes at Dale but he was behind a helmet so Dale didn't notice.

Dale quickly made some notes for the case file. "Hopefully we'll be able to find some trace evidence on the scissors that we can use to apprehend the culprit. Do you have any idea who could have done this to you?"

Dale then took out a pad of paper and offered Turtle a pen. "Also I'll need you to make a list of people you know. Both friends and enemies."

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From her pocket, Turtle pulled out a piece of paper with a rather extensive list (http://aryneth.tripod.com/list.html) on it. "One step ahead of you, sir. I've already compiled a list of suspects as well as potential motives. It's pretty thorough. I tried to leave no stone unturned, but I could have also missed some people, too..."

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Dale let off a slow whistle. "Well Miss Wexler you seem to have our work cut out for us. I think what we need to do now is eliminate some suspects."

He turned again and shouted for Raplh.

"Ralph? Gather the troops. In fifteen minutes I want a blackboard, a world map, a bucket of rocks, an old milk bottle and a pair of oven mitts over in the park. And if you can spare a trooper, see if he can pick up some more doughnuts and coffee if you don't mind."

And even though the weather was warm, Dale put on his overcoat, pocketed Turtle's list and motioned for her to follow. "Come along, Miss Wexler. We have a case afoot."

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Turtle was going through that list of demands in her head for a moment. What the...?

Blinking, Turtle sighed and stood up. Well, it wasn't like she was a stranger to unconventional methods of investigation. "Yes, sir!" she said with vigor and a little salute, following him out.

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