Fandom Island and Town

There was a big neon flashing sign installed out front of Venture Industries, today. It read:
Be a Test Subject! Get $75.33!

Dr. Venture had three different rays to test, hopefully one would work properly.

Come one, come all, be a guinea pig and get paid waaay not enough for it.

[ooc: EDIT: OCD Up!]

Dr. Venture was fiddling with different prototypes for shrink rays today. This may explain the sign out front advertising "Shrink Ray Testing 1/26, Paid Test Subjects Needed".

H.E.L.P.eR was doing some much needed cleaning.

Venture Industries was open.

[ooc: And likewise is the post!]

Today, Dr. Venture has everything set up. He's sitting in his little rolling desk chair behind his desk, waiting for the poor sucker volunteer test subjects to show up. His teleporter needed testing, and it was only going to get government approval if it could safely transport people. And testing on animals, sheesh, didn't that cause more red tape and stupid PETA protests than he ever wanted. Better to just jump to the end.

H.E.L.P.eR had replaced the sign up front, and it was now reading:
Scientific Trial Today!
$86.26 Compensation for the Day
Lunch Not Provided

It was a good day for science.

[ooc: Please wait for OCD. OCD up! Drop-ins welcome, but please note that only the previous plotty volunteers will be part of the -actual- experiment. Others will have things to do, though.]

The door to the lab was open, and Dr. Venture was inside the main room, tinkering with a large shiny metal object, which had a single panel of flashing lights and buttons.

It may possibly have been a teleporter.

H.E.L.P.eR was manning (or would it be roboting?) the reception desk.

[ooc: Open!]

( Rambly Backstory )

These events all led to the following scene at 23 Griffin Way: A bald man with a goatee in a red jumpsuit cursing his luck as a robot toting several large suitcases stood on and watched in confused bemusement.

"Oh, great, Dad! You leave me an address to some random mansion that I had to pay all of my exploding Venture-stein money on, and it's just that? A mansion? I was hoping it'd be something better, you know, a secret lab where you'd maybe put your life's greatest work or something. It's just a house! A stupid house with a weather vane on top. That's just perfect. H.E.L.P.eR? Get ready to go home," the man cursed.

"Mememememeeeemememmmeememeee!" H.E.L.P.eR replied, pointing at a Venture Industries seal in the cement of the walkway.

"What about it?" Doctor Venture replied, pulling a bottle from his pocket, opening it and removing a couple pills before popping them in his mouth. "It's not like if I go up to it--" he walked up to the seal. "And press the damn V--" He pressed the V, which indented into the seal, and the seal spun a full 360 degrees. As it did so, the mansion folded and unfolded from your run-of-the-mill expensive Mansion into a gleaming metal structure with a great big neon sign on the top declaring it to be 'Venture Industries: Fandom Branch'

It was still roughly mansion shaped and sized, but there it was, an actual lost branch of his father's science and industry empire. Dr. Venture's face lit up.

"H.E.L.P.eR? Start moving in my equipment. We'll probably have to find an apartment or a hotel or something later."

So as his trusty robot went about moving in the equipment, Dr. Venture stood proudly in the tiny front lawn, visions of dollar signs bouncing through his head. There was most likely tons of his father's old work to exploit discover, here.

[ooc: The business is not quite open, but the post is!]