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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...no really, I'm not, I'm having a laser shortage at the moment.
I'll not-not put in laser cannons once I've resolved that.
[Beat.]
I am also not installing a coffee maker, comfortable seating in the observation area, and an elevator.
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[Now she's interested. Ah science.]
What do you not have planned in regards to security?
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[It's nice to be able to talk about your life's passion.]
Security is... not going to involve bucket alarms and tarps and ejection systems. Bah, until I can get back whatever they took from my brain, it's all not going to be childish booby traps. That won't do.
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[She's enjoying it.]
Would you not be interested in some help? I don't really have anything to do. And it's really boring here.
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Help would be very much appreciated! And possibly beneficial to you, too, beyond giving you something to do with your time! I have already decided that anyone who helps me construct this thing can have some access to it once it's built. For, you know, personal projects or somewhere to avoid the drone-wife, or what have you.
[If he was excited to be having the conversation before, then he's clear off the excite-o-meter right now!]
Right now? ...we're not-digging. That's about it. It's the boring part. Might take a while. What are you interested in helping with?
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I'm very good with computers.
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...this is the 50s. Computers aren't just sold down at the local electronics shop. Do you... have a spare? Is that what you mean?
[He's cautiously curious as to how this particular hurdle will be overcome.]
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[Clever, resourceful, helpful, scientific... oh, what a glorious day, that this woman wandered into his bakery!]
...your name! What is your name?
[His notebook is back open, and he's ready to take this down.]
You know, i-in case I need to call you. About security.
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[The caps are hard to pronounce! Or detect. He writes her name down, lacking them.]
I am Heinz Doofenshmirtz. Just in case you were wondering.
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[They always do.]
A pleasure to meet you.
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[He writes THAT down for good measure. It's good to take notes, when note-taking materials are available.]
Likewise!