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Construction Site: Friday July 6th, all day

Xander's back at the construction site, and so are the tools and safety gear. So are doughnuts, because he stopped by J,GoB on the way here.

Today's nonstandard hardhat is... well, it's yellow. Yellow is good, right? "Eat the last of the jellies and I'll make you wear the new hat," Xander threatens. No, he won't.
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[OOC: Open! The workplace (the one that doesn't have hot shirtless guys, sadly) is From Hell today, though, so pings from Xander may be crazy-slow.]

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There's coffee and doughnuts. Lifting the doughnuts only counts as work for the first 20 minutes of the day, though.

Bel may have lifted the doughnuts for 21 minutes, just to be a rebel.

Conner only lifted the doughnuts for nineteen minutes and fifty-three seconds, just to show up Bel.

Ha.

Stark bypassed the doughnuts. Even the chocolate ones. He did take some coffee though.

Assuming you didn't eat all the jellies.

Demon feeding time, yay.

Anders had ordered delivery from Ching Tai for Bel's lunch today, although he did have the requisite cooler of Gatorade, because demon or not, he was going to get his proper hydration, dammit. As soon as the food arrived, he sauntered over and put it down on the table. "Hi."

"Hey," Bel said. "Mmm, Chinese."

Phoebe has also shown up for lunch.

"Uh huh. I'm spoiling you, aren't I?" asked Anders, grinning.

"Hey, sweetheart," Bel greeted Phoebe. Then he looked back at Anders. "Yes, yes you are," he said.

Back to work! There's cleanup from the last project, or some scaffolding to assemble for the next. Yay for variety?

Bel chose the scaffolding. He didn't do clean-up.

Conner did some super-slow cleanup. Just so he wouldn't have to deal with Bel.

Stark went with the cleanup. Mostly because it was mentioned first.

Or point and laugh. Tomato, tomahto.

Andrew stopped by to survey the work site. Isabel had told him he might find a demon working here, but everyone seemed to be pretty free of bumps, tentacles, and discoloration. He still found himself staring.

Xander didn't notice there was stare-age until he wandered towards the coffee for a break - then it was a little bit mutual. "Uh. Andrew."

Andrew, of course, recognized Xander from the halls of Sunnydale High. Heck, he even knew his name. Andrew new most of the older boy's names at school.

"Xander. Hi." Andrew stuck out his hand, "I'm Andrew Wells, but you seems to know that already..."

Yeah, he was blushing.

Wow, he was young. You'd think Xander would be used to that, what with mini-Buffy, but apparently not, because it still had him blinking for a second.

He reached to shake Andrew's hand, though. "Uh, yeah. Guessing you might've got the Time Here Is Wacky speech already?"

"Yeah, a few times. So are you relieved that I'm not some older version of myself? Because I seem to be getting that lot. The relieved bit." He thought for a second, "Well, maybe you shouldn't say. Dawn said talking about it could cause the world to explode."

And for good dorky measure, in bad pirate vibrato, he added, "Argh."

"The whole worldsplody thing's a little risky, yeah," Xander answered slowly, trying to decide if 'Don't be evil' counted as messing with somebody's timeline or just, y'know, good advice.

Also whether the arrgh was in reaction to that possibility, or a sign that he had one more person to try his joke about not making it into the Pirates' Union on.

"Wow. Xander." Andrew stared, just a bit.

"You know, Dawn and I were, are... will someday be friends and coworkers. She's a sweet girl. Are we friends? Chums? Are you going for something there with the eye patch?" This all came out very fast.

"Training the other eye to develop superhuman vision," Xander answered, this time without blinking. Then, "Chums?" It wasn't meant to be an answer, just the verbal equivalent of headdesking.

"Oh, cool," Andrew said, turning his head away and discretely shutting one eye to take a quick look around before turning back. "Chums! Compadres! Buddies, pals, partners..." He took a breath, ready to go on...

"Prime source for new comic-book scans?" Not that older Andrew had e-mailed him the latest Ninth Wonders issue yet. "Yeah, I guess, sort of. Like Dawn said, we work for the same people."

"Outstanding." He gave Xander a crisp nod and a closer look.

Andrew's expression went a little wiggy - something between a smile and look of nausea. This was an older Xander than the one he had seen in the halls at Sunnydale High. Dawn had been new to him. Mr. Giles, well, he had always just been old. Seeing Xander, knowing that he knew some mythical older Andrew, that they could be friends, brought the entire bizarre nature of this place crashing in.

"Look, Xander. I, uh... I need to get back to the dorm. I was making coffee this morning and think I might have left the microwave on." He started walking away. "Don't want the coffee mug to get, um, radioactive. See ya' around."

And now Xander couldn't decide if that was the lamest excuse to skedaddle and have a Fandom-related freakout since I have to go home and oil my tentacles, or if he should really be worried for the dorm-building. A. Let's go with A. One re-construction project at a time.

"Oookaay, then. You might wanna check into getting one of those newfangled ones that turns itself off - I think they sell 'em at Turtle & Canary."

Post gun-range practice, Anders showed up at the site to ogle. Possibly with a video camera.

One guess as to who exactly was getting ogled here.

Gwynn is here, but she looks a little sad.

He might wear the hat, if nobody else does. Or he could be talked into it, for the right price.

Mel shows up at the work site with a tricked out twinkie sundae from Chilly Boulder. "Hey Harris. Ice cream?"

"Extra effort for keeping that Best Slayer Ever title? I approve."

"Do I get a trophy with that? Maybe a plaque?" Mel joked as she handed over the to-go container.

Xander hemmed and hawed. "If I put it in writing, that increases the chances that it'll get back to Buffy somehow. I'm not sure she'll buy the "It's a tie" explanation."

"I don't see her bringing you any sundaes," Mel pointed out.

"She's in another dimension," Xander pointed out in return, though he couldn't fault the logic. Or the sundae.

"I thing the best slayer ever would find a way around such details to get you a nice frozen sundae," Mel smirked.

Xander looked lovingly at the sundae again. "I...there could be a plaque."

Mel threw her hands up in victory. "Rocketship!"

"So did you just bring me ice cream out of the goodness of your heart?"

"Pretty much," Mel said with a shrug. "No workshops going on this week and I haven't been by in a bit."

Uh, so Bod the Builder? That's the best reference to him online that I can find, dammit. But I do know that someone actually has one, as I was standing two feet away from her when she bought it. And a camera. I'm just sayin'.

BOB. BOB the Builder (http://www.bobthebuilder.com/).

*has tiny niecelings*

Stupid continuing lack of comment notifications*

*nodnodnodnodnod* Bod the Builder is an illegal underpriced knockoff, most likely from South America, which Bridge-mun and I found on the toy shelf at her local drugstore. The Engrish on the package is a source of much love, and would do Babelfish proud.

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