“So your sister Bijou is missing?” asked Mrs. Claus gently.
“Yeah about a week or so,” answered Oleander.
“Do you live together?” asked Mr. Claus abruptly.
Mrs. Claus looked at him and he turned his chair slightly.
“So how can you be sure that she is missing?” asked Mrs. Claus in a gentle voice.
Oleander looked at Mrs. Claus and answered, “We have an apartment together and I haven’t seen her in six days.”
“Is that abnormal?” asked Mrs. Claus.
“Well not necessarily but to not see her and not hear from her for six days is worrying.”
“So she has a partner then?” asked Mrs. Claus.
“Yes. Rufus but he calls himself Rainbow Sherbert.”
“Like the ice cream?” asked Mr. Claus.
“Yeah, like the ice cream but the name is because he’s a brony,” said Oleander matter-of-factly.
“Ice cream I get. Not sure about the brony- like he’s a LeBron James fan- or what?” asked Mr. Claus.
“Maybe but it rhymes with pony. Bro-nie.”
“You are going to have to help out us old timers,” said Mrs. Claus with a smile.
“So there is a surprisingly large group of men who go in for my little pony- MLP.”
Mr. Claus started to ask a question but Oleander put her finger up to give herself time to finish.
“The beauty of the internet is that all kinds of interests and hobbies now have a home. So the male MLP enthusiasts are called bronies. There is even a sub-group that have a white supremacy agenda. Not sure myself how that all fits together, but that’s the web for ya.”
Mr. Claus tried his best not to look confused but he was having a particularly hard time connecting pastel colored magical ponies with white supremacy.
“So, your sister spends a lot of time with Rufus- Rainbow Sherbert?” asked Mrs. Claus to get things back to the matter at hand.
“He’s kinda fucked up but seemed harmless and she is really into him,” answered Oleander.
“So maybe she’s just really into him right now and just hasn’t come home,” suggested Mr. Claus.
Mrs. Claus picked up on something Oleander said, “You said seemed harmless. Why is that?”
“I can see auras. The last time I saw him he had a particularly dark shadow around him,” said Oleander.
“What does that mean usually?” asked Mrs. Claus.
“Death,” answered Oleander.
“I can understand you’re being worried. You mentioned that you can’t you go to the police. It seems like a pretty clear case of a missing person. So is it can’t go or would rather not go?” said Mr. Claus.
“How do you think they would react to me seeing a death aura? Plus you came highly recommended for matters that don’t fit neatly into the world that most people see.”
“Alright Oleander I’ll see what I can do. Let’s start with Mr. Sherbert’s full name and we’ll take it from here,” said Mr. Claus.
She gave Mr. and Mrs. Claus all of the information that they asked for as she finished her bourbon. She put the glass down and Mrs. Claus showed her out of the front door.
