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 beams with honest joy.]
I enjoy puttering around with home projects, you know? Spice rack for the missus, new shelves for the living room... you get the idea, I'm sure. But I need actual room to work! I have so little space. So I'll be taking down some of the shelving, extending the boundaries of it just slightly...
A man has to have his hobbies.
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[That was an invigorating bout of conversational dodging! Doofenshmirtz is still grinning as he closes his notebook and rises.]
But I'm sure that's not why you've come to the bakery. Hungry? Need dessert for tonight?
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I should have one of each, I think.
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A fine choice! Boxed to go, or wrapped to eat on your way?
[Heinz is already getting out the little squares of waxed paper and making for the display case, yup.]
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[And there is wrapping, and there is boxing, and both are set down on the counter and rung up.]
So. Out of curiosity, what's your job in this ridiculous town?
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At home I was a police officer, though.
This town could also use a Tim Hortons.
[Heinz waits patiently for his money. Ehn, an excuse to chat is a good thing.]
I am doing a sort of informal survey. I suspect that none of us are actually working somewhere all that appropriate to our actual skills.
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Okay, I'm not a bad baker but I am supposed to be a scientist!
everything would be suddenly better with a Tim's :'|
Oh? What sort of scientist?
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...okay, okay, I need to stop that. [He pinches the bridge of his nose, focusing rather hard.] Mad scientist always goes over better around here. But yes. I build inators, I point them at people I dislike, I am foiled by a nemesis on a regular basis... "Mad" scientist.
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[He's smiling. He's keeping a straight face. He's serious.]
At least I'm not one of those strange country-people.
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Are you a legal mad scientist?
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But he doesn't have to mention any of that!]
A key component of the job is, I believe, to do things that are illegal. But the degree, it is perfectly fine!
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[Doof still feels pretty clever. Even if this guy is... fairly tall, and somewhat intimidating?]
Technically, right now? I'm not a mad scientist, either... just as you're not technically a cop!
This place is confusing.
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[Earnestly, oh so earnestly, Doof misses the point entirely and leans in closer, planting both palms on the counter. He lowers his voice to a conspiratorial hiss.]
There are things in this place. Monsters! Crazy ladies with claws! Cops and mad scientists should both be careful!
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Unlike you.
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