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Construction Site [Friday]

With the weekend upon them, Fraser's looking forward to a relatively easy day at the construction site. The temperatures have cooled moderately and it no longer feels like you're walking around with wet towel covering your face. Only a wet rag.

"Welcome back," he greeted. "Safety equipment, please. It's Friday and I know the weekend is looming. If you must take it easy, please so but do so safely. Let's keep this day quiet and efficient."

Fraser nodded and gestured them all towards the school.

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"Oh, do be careful." Harriet circled around the top of the hole, trying for a better look. She knew this was a bad idea, never mind one of them was a God. "Do you need me to come down?"

" no!" Hades yelled up. "We don't need you to come down. I don't know what the gods are like in the land of the tea and the home of the 'oh behave'," she couldn't give him that look from up there, "But I, Hades, god of the dead, Lord of the Underworld - UNDER-WORLD - can handle this." Content that he'd said his piece for now, Hades looked at Fraser. "Need a ride?"

Fraser stood up, kicked the cockroach off his boot and dusted his hands off.

"Back up to the top?" he asked. "If you can do that without dropping me, yes, I would like a ride."

"Going up." Hades reached out and put a hand on Fraser's shoulder. Without notice, they were suddenly back on the surface. "Level 1, sporting goods, lingerie and alien-induced rubble."

Harriet was standing at the top of the hole, arms folded, shaking her head at Hades in amusement. His little tirade was nothing when measured against a Member of the Opposition having a bad day. Now they could really carry on.

"I see you survived in one piece?" she asked, looking them over carefully.

"We did," Fraser said, glaring at Hades briefly. "His hair was quite the light in the darkness. I think he might have a future in lighting fixtures."

"This?" He jerked a thumb towards Fraser and spoke to Harriet. "This is the thanks I get. This is why I don't help mortals. Well, that and the smell, not really big on 80s hair or Jessica Simpson either..." He trailed off as he started to wander away from the hole and ~~his new BFFs~~ the two mortals.

"Well, I was very impressed," she called after him. And she sort of had been. Eventually. She'd never met a God before, at least.

"How about you walk with me to class and tell me what it's like being the Vice-Principal of such an interesting school."

Hades eyed her warily, then shrugged nonchalantly. It took talent to do that switch so that it actually looked natural. Or, well, as natural as it could on a blue-skinned, flaming-haired Greek god. "Yeah, sure, what the heck, let's roll."

"Excellent." She walked over and took his arm. So what if he was the God of the Dead? The etiquette still applied. "Mr Fraser, do be careful, please?

"I will," he said, nodding politely. "Thank you both for your help."

As Harriet Jones, Applied Ethics Teacher and Hades, God of the Underworld, made their way away from the construction site, Fraser called the foreman over. He order the caved in area cordoned off for safety reasons until a proper solution was put into place.

And then, Fraser walked away from the cave...

...but the cave wasn't entirely silent any longer.

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