Construction Site: Wednesday, 6/6

[needsaparrot]

Today, the guys from NPC Construction have a large crane - yeah, that must've been a sight coming across the causeway - set up, working on some of the collapsed upper levels.

"If I didn't mention stay away from the big equipment before?" Xander says. "Which I did? This would be me mentioning it today. If you're not invulnerable or already dead, getting hit in the head with a wrecking-ball doesn't make for the best work-day. And even if you are, it packs a pretty big headache. Which can actually be useful if you're fighting an invulnerable demon or say, a hellgod? But we're not. So. Stick to the safety areas."

[OOC: Open!]

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Re: Lunch

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I mean, you *have* met me, right?" Bridge says. "Like I'd want you to be stripping where there's people who are not-me who'd get to enjoy the view."

Re: Lunch

[needsaparrot]

"So I take it that means I shouldn't take my shirt off now. Even though it is kinda hot."

SOmetimes he's mean. Not, like, rulebreaky mean, but still.

Re: Lunch

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Damnit. Trapped by his own words.

"Actually, I think everyone else might be just busy enough that it'd be okay," Bridge tries desperately.

Re: Lunch

[needsaparrot]

"You sure? There's all thos people who seem to show up every day just to watch..."

Re: Lunch

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"They have their own people to watch," Bridge insists stubbornly. "And that in fact is what they are currently doing."

Re: Lunch

[needsaparrot]

Actually, it looks like Bel's and Conner's respective SO's are not so much watching as about to throw down, but as long as no blows are actually traded, Xander isn't about to interfere.

"Well, okay then." It actually is kind of hot. So there goes the shirt.