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>>5913724>>5913669>>5913656>>5913639>>5913387>Better to decide on this later, for now you've got planning to do!You appreciate having the option available to you, but for the time being you'd prefer to think on the matter and decide when you have a better sense of your plans. In the meantime, you thank Kelly for the impromptu birthday outing and her much-appreciated gifts, before calling it an evening and having her drop you off back home.
<span class="mu-g">"Next time!"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"Next time."</span>
<span class="mu-g">"Mwah mwah!"</span>
The sun is setting by the time you get back home, going through the side entrance to the kitchen. Kicking your shoes off and dropping your keys to the bowl, you hear your dad from the living room.
<span class="mu-g">"That you hun?"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"No dad, I'm a burglar."</span>
While looking for space in the fridge to stash some of the goodies you got while out with Kelly, you get hugged from behind. Seems dad is quite proud of you for your promotion, sure it's only a waging McJob but it demonstrates responsibility and dependability and blah blah blah a lot of other nonsense. In any case all the more reason to celebrate he thinks, still offering to go out someplace fancy for your birthday since it's not yet too late.
<span class="mu-b">"I mean... I've had a really long day, not 'no' but let me crash for a bit and I'll let you know. I'd have to find something to wear and..."</span>
<span class="mu-g">"Sure, sure hun. And if you're not feeling it let me know, I can order something for take-out and we can still have a decent time here."</span>
Perfect! Non-committal and no pressure for what you may or may not have done today or were supposed to have done, as you stomp upstairs to your room. Shoving open the door and collapsing on your bed with a tired groan. Not entirely an excuse either, you're actually feeling pretty sore and worn out now after all that stretching and practice with your powers earlier. You dread what you may feel like come tomorrow and the days after, like exercising a muscle you suppose.
In the meantime though you roll over to stare at the ceiling, pondering what you should do now with the opportunity.
>No time like the present! It may be a rush-job this late, but plan and commit your first villainous act this very evening!>Figure out the last important villainous details remaining. You have your evil identity, so there's only minor concerns left like a lair and transport. >Start doing research and compiling information you think is important. The city itself, known local superhumans, whatever you feel may be relevant?>A wretched write-in? 