Riddle 029: Where is the Father?

[puzzlerprince]

{First, a public phone call, filtered from drones.]

Hello again, Mayfield. I've been noticing plenty of new faces around town as of late. Plenty of people with plenty of questions.

Every question has an answer, friends---I can guarantee you that. And I, Edward Nigma, can help you find all of these answers. And more. Now, I'm sure I can already

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[cramschoolgod]

[She sounds peculiarly moved to answer this riddle.]

Space, perhaps. Or maybe a hole. Or some kind of invisible flame-- a hydrogen fire.

Or perhaps it could be more metaphorical than that. An experience or a feeling.

How are you, Mr. Nigma?

[puzzlerprince]

Right on the nose as usual, Ms. Sasaki.

[And assuming she's responded once he's gotten a look at the calendar...]

I was having a good day.

[cramschoolgod]

Thank you, Mr. Nigma!

I'm sorry, has your day gone sour? Is there anything I can do to help?

[puzzlerprince]

[...well, if you're asking.]

Question: Just how good are you with tools, hmm?

[cramschoolgod]

Moderately, to be honest, but I'll try my best.

[puzzlerprince]

Good. That's what I like to hear. I could use your help with a bit of digging in the weeks to come.

[cramschoolgod]

Certainly.

[...Though outside of Father's Day, -- Well, she is not nearly the most athletic.]

What are you digging?

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[puzzlerprince]

Simply put, Ms. Sasaki, our Legion needs a new home. As lovely as the facilities at Mayfield High have been, I feel as though our operation needs a more permanent location.

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[cramschoolgod]

I see.

Well, I'll do anything I can to help, then. Is it the manual labor that you need help with, or can I better help in another way? I'm afraid I might not be the best at the former.

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[puzzlerprince]

[Hmm.]

Perhaps you could assist me in some other way. How well can you organize a group?