>>5926315>>5926310Given the time to shower and think, you can come up with a pretty good excuse actually! Yeah, you were doing volunteer work cleaning up litter and garbage. Maybe out of pace with your usual schedule but it's harmless enough that dad doesn't press the issue any further. Otherwise you can spend a pretty uneventful evening at home then, passing the time watching TV with dad and stuff between the frequent laundry cycles. It's actually something of a relief to have some peace and quiet in contrast with how on-edge you are with eager anticipation for tomorrow.
Unfortunately that doesn't lend well to a good night's sleep, considering you stay up late anyway feverishly planning into the night for how things might go and every possibility. And worse still, you've got work tomorrow again. Last day of the week for it but you're dearly looking forward to when you can quit, so the work days seem worse and longer each time.
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<span class="mu-s">"Are you ok miss? Do you need to sit down?"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"N-No I'm fine! I'm not sh-shaking because I'm scared... I'm sh-shaking because I'm excited!"</span>
Here it is then, the big day. An afternoon in downtown Malton, at the quarterly food festival! This time with some celebrity chefs highlighting the event, televised, and just a couple days before the playoff game no less. It's no wonder there's so many people in attendance. So many unwitting victims to bear witness to your grand villainous plan!
That is, if you can keep it together. After a long and miserable day at work, and all the days of preparation up till now, you're practically bursting at the seams with giddiness for your first real caper. Enough that you're having trouble controlling your excitement to the point of stress. It doesn't help that you're immersed in a crowd in a high-energy environment. Hopefully when the time comes and you need to pull everything together, you'll be able to manage.
With that in mind and the cameras now rolling, as the event host introduces the celebrity chefs and contestants up on stage... your eyes eventually settle on the grand prize. Displayed on a podium up on the stage in a glass or plastic briefcase-looking container, clearly showing the money within. With your eyes on the prize, your mind quickly wanders to each of the aspects of the plan in place, ready and waiting for your execution. Including the backpack full of fireworks you hid in places around the festival venue, a halfway idea between dousing the tents in gasoline and having a bunch of stink bombs.
<span class="mu-s">"And let's get a countdown for the maaain event! One minute to start, up on the clock!"</span> the competition host points up to a large stylized digital clock, the cameras panning up to film.
You couldn't have said it better yourself, and you don't expect a better opportunity than now with everyone's attention so narrowly focused. It's finally time to show these people, this city, how a supervillain does things!
