Construction Site: Friday July 6th, all day

[needsaparrot]

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.
__
[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.]

Comments

Re: Ogle

[needsaparrot]

"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.

Re: Ogle

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"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...

Re: Ogle

[needsaparrot]

"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."

Re: Ogle

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"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."

Re: Ogle

[needsaparrot]

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."