Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
doofenstrudel) wrote2011-08-24 03:31 pm
doofenstrudel) wrote2011-08-24 03:31 pm
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05 - Sharp-Dressed Villain
[Action A, 457 Stone Street, Morning]
[It's another marginally beautiful Mayfield morning, and Doofenshmirtz has volunteered to head out front and get the mail. Still half-asleep, he steps over the brown-papered package on the front step, staggers to the mailbox, extracts the bills, and steps back over the package without even noticing it. Click, and the door shuts behind him.
A few moments later he's back out on the step, staring down at the thing he had previously ignored.]
Ehn, what's this?
[Peering down at it, he's surprised to see that it's addressed to him. A suspicious look is cast left, then right, then upwards, then he quickly snatches up the package and retreats inside.]
I've heard about this! They've given me something back! I wonder what it is?
[He shakes the box this way and that, judging the weight of the contents. Still no idea. Ah well! He rips the paper off, lifts the lid off of the box inside, to find that he's been given back his labcoat.]
..it's a start. A pretty good start.
[Action B, Bakery]
[Another day, another dollar. Heinz is at work... well, he's at work. Physically present at work, behind the counter and minding the bakery. But he's not doing much. No baking, no frosting, no kneading. He has a notebook in hand, and he's scribbling in it madly, occasionally muttering to himself.]
I'll need three dozen of those... hm, I'm going to need multiple trips. Taking measurements into account, we'll need this much lumber just for the supports.... ooh, and tarps. Tarps are important. Many tarps.
[And he's got his apron tied over his labcoat. Having gotten it back? It's going to take effort to make him remove it.]
[Action C, Around Town]
[His shift at work is done, and Doof is now out and about shopping. Still wearing his labcoat, of course. And grinning from ear to ear, occasionally consulting his notebook before plucking an item from the shelves and tossing it in his shopping cart. Hardware store, general store, record store, he's stopping by it. His list of needs is long. You might catch him between stores, too, arms loaded with bags.]
[It's another marginally beautiful Mayfield morning, and Doofenshmirtz has volunteered to head out front and get the mail. Still half-asleep, he steps over the brown-papered package on the front step, staggers to the mailbox, extracts the bills, and steps back over the package without even noticing it. Click, and the door shuts behind him.
A few moments later he's back out on the step, staring down at the thing he had previously ignored.]
Ehn, what's this?
[Peering down at it, he's surprised to see that it's addressed to him. A suspicious look is cast left, then right, then upwards, then he quickly snatches up the package and retreats inside.]
I've heard about this! They've given me something back! I wonder what it is?
[He shakes the box this way and that, judging the weight of the contents. Still no idea. Ah well! He rips the paper off, lifts the lid off of the box inside, to find that he's been given back his labcoat.]
..it's a start. A pretty good start.
[Action B, Bakery]
[Another day, another dollar. Heinz is at work... well, he's at work. Physically present at work, behind the counter and minding the bakery. But he's not doing much. No baking, no frosting, no kneading. He has a notebook in hand, and he's scribbling in it madly, occasionally muttering to himself.]
I'll need three dozen of those... hm, I'm going to need multiple trips. Taking measurements into account, we'll need this much lumber just for the supports.... ooh, and tarps. Tarps are important. Many tarps.
[And he's got his apron tied over his labcoat. Having gotten it back? It's going to take effort to make him remove it.]
[Action C, Around Town]
[His shift at work is done, and Doof is now out and about shopping. Still wearing his labcoat, of course. And grinning from ear to ear, occasionally consulting his notebook before plucking an item from the shelves and tossing it in his shopping cart. Hardware store, general store, record store, he's stopping by it. His list of needs is long. You might catch him between stores, too, arms loaded with bags.]
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[He writes down the name 'Red Mage Statscowski: Thaumatic Genius For Hire' and the phone number of his house in town.]
If you'd like, I can get started on my own preparations as well so that we'll be able to start right away. What's the first thing you'd like me to help with?
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Communication should be a two-way street.
Hm. Dirt disposal will be an ongoing issue. If you have the free time, scoot around town and see if there are any places where some impromptu gardening or dirt-dumping won't raise much suspicion.
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Under some sort of non-suspicious pretense, I would hope. Does this place have a... parks and recreation department? Are there real people on it? I'd hate to have to convince a drone that what we're doing with all this dirt is legitimate.
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...but I do not want to try to convince the milkman of anything that's only plausible.
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Well, good! One more thing to check off the list.
[And he does indeed check something off in the notebook.]
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[RM digs into his pocket for a moment, drawing out a small yellow spherical object.]
There! This should solve our dirt problem.
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[Heinz leans in, eying the little yellow thing.]
What's that?
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[Yes, he may notice that this thing is indeed quite spherical.]
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[He leans back.]
I can take the educated guess that this is some sort of.... folded extradimensional thing, but... it's a sphere. It's poorly named.
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[He seems to want to reach out and touch it. But he stops himself short of making fingertip contact, and looks to Red Mage instead.]
What does it do?
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[Despite the correction, Heinz hands one over. Wrapped in a little piece of waxed paper to prevent sticky fingers. Don't want sticky fingers on the hypercube.]
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[He takes the piece of strudel in one hand, slowly bringing it toward the Hypercube.]
You may wish to stand back, the gravitic reaction can be somewhat unpredictable.
[And SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! There's a small momentary whirling vortex as the piece of strudel is spatially compressed and absorbed into the Hypercube.]
There!
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[So THAT'S what it does! How fancy. Doofenshmirtz is immediately grasping the implications of such a thing.
For his digging project. Let's start small.]
So you will... simply put the dirt in there, and transport it somewhere else?
...you can get things back out of that, yes? Can you?
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[He clasps his hands together gleefully.]
That takes care of the matter of transportation!
...er, you can keep the strudel, if you'd like...?
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[He turns the Hypercube around in his hands, causing the strudel to come shooting out of it and splatter against the ceiling.]
...Ah. Well. I should be going now.
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[Heinz jolts backwards and flinches as the strudel splats against the ceiling. Was that supposed to happen?]
I'll... uh, get that cleaned up. See you around, then?
Maybe if I stand on the step stool and use the mop....
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