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[feelingincredible]

Dr. Devious, truly a deadly foe if ever we faced one! But never fear, Omegafriends, for evil never triumphs in the end!

As to Dr. Devious, I have faced her ilk before. I'm confident she'll fold nicely under a direct confrontation, but actually MANAGING that confrontation is surprisingly tricky. Have any of you considered searching for her lair instead of her device? Doing what a mastermind suggests you do rarely works out well.

[Action]


[Robert Parr: ordinary citizen and definitely NOT a retired superhero. Today he's taken a stop on his way home from work to do some every day heroism: Pick up the dry cleaning, grab some ground beef for dinner, and look into getting the car window replaced. As such, any other totally ordinary citizens of Venture City can find a large, extremely bored looking man at the dry cleaners, the supermarket, or the autoshop. Ah, the daily grind!]

[Later, at home]
As always, Bob getting home is accompanied by a slight jolt through the house as he closes the door. Fortunately, the house was built with super strength in mind. He's only accidentally pulled the door off of the hinges ONCE.

"I'm home! They were out of the normal beef, so I had to get the organic kind."

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[forgottendecade]

[The dry cleaners were one of those family run businesses with the wife man-handling clothing and the cash while the rest of the family either cleaned the clothes or ferried stuff for the clothes or just went to school hoping not to be involved with the clothes. Today the store was roasting thanks to a broken air conditioner and the warm weather. all the doors and windows were propped open and a slight Japanese guy was up a ladder working on the air conditioner and talking with the wife.

Oops. Thanks to the heat and the grease and the sweat, the repairman just lost his grip on a screwdriver just as Bob comes into the shop.]

Watch out!

[feelingincredible]

[The screwdriver bounced off his head with a small thump. A split second later, Bob remembered to flinch.]

Ow! Heyyy, watch it up there.

[forgottendecade]

I can't stop the laws of reality.

[He just sort of frowns down and rubs the bridge of his nose, smearing grease all over. The wife pops out from behind the counter and starts talking rapidly in her native tongue and the repairman replied before climbing down the ladder and taking a seat. The wife then turns to Bob.]

You're here to pick up or deliver?

[feelingincredible]

Pick up.

[He handed over the tickets.]

One gray business suit, one red dress.

[forgottendecade]

Okay. I'll be back.

[She disappears into the back, yelling something and the repairman just starts to laugh, although he sounds a little hoarse, and slightly tired.]

Sounds like the belt is broken too.

[feelingincredible]

[Bob handed the screwdriver back. The tip was slightly blunted, which clearly must have happened when it hit the ground, not his head.]

What a day for it, too. You could could an egg on the sidewalk out there.

[forgottendecade]

Would you believe it. Said I can give them a hand, end up doing the job of ten different repairmen.

[ He takes the screwdriver and raises an eyebrow at the tip before sighing and leaning back. He tries to push some of his hair back and when that didn't work, he just uses the end of his tee shirt to mop off his face, giving a nice view of his abs for all to see. ]

What a day.

[feelingincredible]

One of those days where you're not sure it was worth getting out of bed?

[forgottendecade]

Yeah... It doesn't help when I have to wear all these layers to protect my virtue from the teenage daughter and her friends.

[ It was almost as if he summoned them - a gang of gangly girls appeared to oogle before getting shooed off by the wife who comes back with the dry cleaning. ]

Sorry about the delay, Mr. Parr. It's twenty-fifty.

[feelingincredible]

Protect your...

[Bob blinked as a gaggle of teenagers blew through like a tornado. He was relieved when the wife defused the awkward moment.]

...Right.

[He poked through his wallet. DAMN he had meant to go to the bank.]

Visa is fine, right?

[forgottendecade]

[ He shrugged, picked up a magazine to fan himself with. ]

sure, that will be fine.

[ She takes the card and scans it, punching numbers wand waits for the machine to spit out receipts. ] would you like some water, Joji?

Ice would be better.

[ She nods and gives the credit card machine a tap before going into the back again. ]

[feelingincredible]

[Swipe. Beep. Clothes acquired.]

Thanks.

[Off he goes unless Joji has anything else to add.]

[forgottendecade]

Take it easy out there. [ Because of the heat and grumpy people and the kids hanging around being kids, although he seems to smile to himself as if there was a joke somewhere in this encounter. ]