009: [location: sanctuary square] & [visual] hi ho, hi ho
It's noon. Anybody passing through Central Taxon (or within eyeshot of a tablet at the right moment) might have the (fortune?) of seeing one Xander Harris, digging. He's cordoned off an area in the square that houses the Sanctuary, circling it with yellow hazard tape, and inside this area is a slowly deepening hole. And Xander, perspiring in a wifebeater. And a shovel. And a Backstreet Boys lunchbox, poorly concealed, which he'd thank you not to comment on.
Heckling of all kinds is very welcomed, however, as are curious bystanders, who should rest assured that there's a very good reason for all of this.
Heckling of all kinds is very welcomed, however, as are curious bystanders, who should rest assured that there's a very good reason for all of this.