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Construction Site [Wednesday - All Day]

The construction site has tools, belts, and hardhats today, just like before. It does not have a hot mountie.

It does have a sign in big block letters, saying

SORRY, NO HOT MOUNTIE TODAY.

It also has an alternate color option for those who are tired of yellow hard hats.

Of course, the option is pink...

"Same deal as yesterday, folks," Xander says, having got the rundown from Fraser. "Move, stack, avoid the big yellow metal things with treads. Eat the tiny yellow spongy things with no treads - those are called twinkies. Don't build with them.

There's some drywall to hang in that section of the faculty offices that's mostly just crispy and not actually sploded. Yell if you need any help. Or if the big yellow metal things with treads start transforming into giant robots and firing laser pistols at you. I hate when that happens."
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Bridge stops by around lunch too ~~he just can't ping as fast as a certain redhead~~. And is maybe trying to hide the fact that *he'd* brought a lunch for Xander as well.

Because what, Xander isn't capable of eating two lunches? He raises an eyebrow at Bridge.

"Hi, person who doesn't have anything in their hands at all."

"Hi, person who is describing me accurately because I certainly don't," he cracks a little smile at that though.

"Would you like a twinkie so that you can have something in your accurately-empty hands?"

"I could use the sugar," Bridge admits. He hasn't had the best of mornings. There's a distinct lack of bounciness that pretty much gives this away.

Xander hands one over, his brow furrowing as he studies Bridge. "You okay?"

"Not really," Bridge says, unwrapping the twinkie. "Anders is in the clinic."

Xander glances towards his lone worker today, then back at Bridge. "Damn - I just figured no Bel today, no Anders. Is he okay?"

"He will be, I guess. Eventually. He and Phoebe are both there. Got attacked by some crazy masked guy with a knife."

Xander stares. "....That's what I get for falling asleep halfway through the radio broadcast."

"Yeah, I didn't even hear *any* of it last night. I didn't even know till this *morning*." There might be a little bit of flailing.

"I didn't know until a minute ago," Xander points out.

"Yeah, but. Evil. I'm supposed to be able to sense stuff like that," Bridge points out.

"What, anywhere on the island?" Xander points out back. "You do have a range."

"Maybe," Bridge admits reluctantly. "Except Phoebe said she didn't feel any kind of emotion from him or *anything* either." He kinda looks a lot creeped out by that.

"When she was actually with him?" Xander searches his memory. "I don't know that I've ever heard about a demon or a monster that doesn't give off any kind of evil vibes, to people who can pick that kind of thing up."

"Me neither," Bridge makes a face. "I'm kind of... I don't know what I'm supposed to *do*. If there were vibes I could track it, but..." he shrugs. "I just don't *know*. And I don't like not knowing."

"You and me both." Xander shakes his head. "I'll let Mel know ~~in a manner that involves many hand-gestures of the wavy sort~~ so she can take a look tonight."

"Hey, speaking of tonight!" And this time Bridge *does* bounce, just a little, because this is big. "Make sure you listen to the radio."

"Yeah?" Xander tilts his head. "How come?"

"I'm trying out again!"

It's possible he's a little excited about this, yes.

"Hey, cool. Then at least I know the lies about me'll be good lies, at least once a week, right?"

"I don't lie," Bridge says. Well, except about the lunch that he's totally not got with him, but details.

"The squirrels might."

"Well, okay, maybe," Bridge admits.

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