Construction Site: Thursday August 2nd, all day

[needsaparrot]

The "Safety First" signs are still around - in fact, Xander's added one on neon green posterboard. It doesn't have the Mr Harris says part, though.

In the background, the heavy construction guys are putting some of the finishing touches on the supporting walls - it really is looking like a school again, with just smaller room divisions and cosmetic things like... well, doors and windows for a start, for the graduate workers to attend to.

"Today we're hanging doors, guys. Not people named Door though. For the record, in case there's any squirrels listening. Just the kind with hinges and knobs."

[OOC: Open]

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[needsaparrot]

Okay, so door-hanging is not precisely sweaty shirt-removing work, but that doesn't mean you can't watch.

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[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew stopped by the construction site and stared. He was pretty much completely lost in his own thoughts.

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

If any of that staring happened to be in Xander's direction, there would be glaring from *Bridge's* direction.

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[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew definitely noticed the glare from Bridge, and tried to be much more careful about where his eyes wandered.

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge nods approvingly at that, though if he had a Sharpie on him he might be tempted to write something on Xander's forehead. Eventually he actually wanders over to where Andrew is standing.

"Hey," he says conversationally.

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[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew is easily intimidated by glaring. He glances at Bridge but doesn't make anything close to eye contact, instead focusing on a rather not interesting pile of construction material.

"Hello."

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Bridge Carson," Bridge says, sticking out one gloved hand.

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[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew cleared his throat, still only glancing at Bridge as he took his hand.

"Andrew Wells. Very nice to meet you," he said, clipping his words.

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Andrew?" Bridge blinks. "Oh, hey, *that* Andrew. Hi."

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[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew was totally looking at him now. "Um, that Andrew? Are you from Sunnydale, like the future of?"

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Um," Bridge says. "I'm from *the* future, but not Sunnydale's future. As far as we can figure, it's a totally different timeline. Some basic similarities but some very big differences. Xander's, um. Mentioned you. Once or twice."

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[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"He has?" Andrew asked, a little more excitement in his voice than he probably should have allowed.

"Did he say, um, good things about me?"

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge shrugs, trying not to frown at the excitement. "Well, nothing *bad*... exactly." Which was sort of the truth. If you squint and ignore the time he'd used the phrase "wannabe supervillan".

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[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"Ah, that Andrew," he mumbled aloud, looking at his feet.

Wanting to change the conversation quickly, he asked, "So have you seen The Incredibly Strange Creatures Who Stopped Living and Became Mixed-Up Zombies? It's playing in town."

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[needsaparrot]

Xander noticed, and eventually wandered over possibly after Bridge finished glaring. "Hey. I take it your microwave didn't burn down the dorms?"

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[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

It took Andrew a moment to remember what Xander was referring to, "Oh! Nope, it was all good. I had, um, actually taken the mug out and, you know, unplugged the microwave, so it was all good."

"How goes the eye training?"

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[needsaparrot]

"No seeing through locker room walls yet," Xander answered with a sigh.

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[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"You know," Andrew started, "they make these microscopic cameras now that you can hide virtually..." his voice faltered a little bit, "...anywhere. I, um, I had to do research on spy cameras for Professor Stinson." Andrew winced.

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[needsaparrot]

Xander kicked his 16 year old self in the back of the head the second the ooh started rising to his lips, and managed to drown it out with an eww. The voice of maturity, yo. Maybe.

"On one hand, I know somebody who could probably make me one of those. On the other, pretty sure he wouldn't, if I told him what it was for."

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[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew relaxed a little when Xander didn't chastise him for the obvious implications. He wasn't sure why he looked at Xander as an authority figure, but he did.

"So the school is looking really good," he said, smiling. "You guys work fast. And I'm, ah, I'm sorry about running away last time. My head was just in a weird place."

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[needsaparrot]

Xander shrugged; that, he had sympathy with. "Been there. You remember Ms. Calendar, the computer science teacher?"

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[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew nodded, hanging his head, "I never had the chance to take her class, but Tucker said she was a pretty awesome teacher."

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[needsaparrot]

"When I was here before, when I actually went to the school, she showed up here. Alive again. That was...yeah."

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[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew frowned, "Oh."

He found himself not too sure what to say, and strangely, he didn't just say something random. He reached a hand out towards Xander, but pulled it back.

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[needsaparrot]

"I mean it was great," Xander was quick to add, kind of touched by the gesture but doing the awkward guy-dance of *coughIdidn'tseethat*. "Just weird, you know? Plus there's this whole timelines thing with everybody from Sunnydale, so I don't think she was exactly the one I knew."