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mayfield_rpg2012-08-13 12:10 am
doofenstrudel) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-08-13 12:10 am
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13 - A Little Bit Louder, A Little Bit Worse
[Morning - 1762 Beaver Street]
[The morning was already off to a bad start when Doofenshmirtz realized that his grind guard was missing. Again. Just like that time he got taken to...
Wait. Mayfield. He remembered, now. He'd spent a few months in a horrible 50s town, hadn't he? With zombies and cannibals and zombie cannibals and B-movie monsters and horrifying vampire ladies and milk. Was he there again? Opening one eye and peering out at the world confirmed it. Yup. Not his bedroom. Not his tower. Not his bed, and not...]
Gah!!!
[Not a real person in the bed with him! Now suddenly very awake, he flings himself out of bed and out of the bedroom and down the hall and down the stairs...]
...okay. Okay, yes, plenty of distance, that's quite enough... ooof.
[Well. Here he was. Somewhere horrible, in someone else's pajamas, and hungry. That last part, he was sure he could fix. Best to start small and let the rest come together after that. First he'd make some breakfast, then he'd get all of the other fiddly details like location sorted out.
Housemates, feel free to catch him in the kitchen making pancakes and bacon, or at any point before that.]
[Phone]
So. I, Doctor Heinz Doofenshmirtz, have been brought back to this terrible place! Apparently they weren't done with me? Ha! I am not done with them! They were kind enough to let me keep some of my things! Kind enough and foolish enough! There will be no delaying or being lazy this time, no no... this town will be feeling my wrath immediately! Ahahahahah!
...oh. Barton? Toni? Gohan? That platypus at my old house? Are any of you still around?
[The morning was already off to a bad start when Doofenshmirtz realized that his grind guard was missing. Again. Just like that time he got taken to...
Wait. Mayfield. He remembered, now. He'd spent a few months in a horrible 50s town, hadn't he? With zombies and cannibals and zombie cannibals and B-movie monsters and horrifying vampire ladies and milk. Was he there again? Opening one eye and peering out at the world confirmed it. Yup. Not his bedroom. Not his tower. Not his bed, and not...]
Gah!!!
[Not a real person in the bed with him! Now suddenly very awake, he flings himself out of bed and out of the bedroom and down the hall and down the stairs...]
...okay. Okay, yes, plenty of distance, that's quite enough... ooof.
[Well. Here he was. Somewhere horrible, in someone else's pajamas, and hungry. That last part, he was sure he could fix. Best to start small and let the rest come together after that. First he'd make some breakfast, then he'd get all of the other fiddly details like location sorted out.
Housemates, feel free to catch him in the kitchen making pancakes and bacon, or at any point before that.]
[Phone]
So. I, Doctor Heinz Doofenshmirtz, have been brought back to this terrible place! Apparently they weren't done with me? Ha! I am not done with them! They were kind enough to let me keep some of my things! Kind enough and foolish enough! There will be no delaying or being lazy this time, no no... this town will be feeling my wrath immediately! Ahahahahah!
...oh. Barton? Toni? Gohan? That platypus at my old house? Are any of you still around?