The Duck Pond, late Sunday [after radio]
Doom had a rough day today. He needed to counteract that with finally moving a plan forward. That's why he activated the rebreather in his facemask as he carried the shipment that arrived at the store earlier into the pond. Ideally he'd have servants or robots do this work, but that wasn't really an option at the moment.
The all-nighter he was about to endure would be worth it, he knew.
[OOC: Establishy and not for broadcast due to Doom's carefully planned timing. He's an evil genius, after all. He wouldn't do this while squirrels might be watching for tomorrow's broadcast.]
The all-nighter he was about to endure would be worth it, he knew.
[OOC: Establishy and not for broadcast due to Doom's carefully planned timing. He's an evil genius, after all. He wouldn't do this while squirrels might be watching for tomorrow's broadcast.]