Park Renovation [6/5, All Day]
Today there were no Pez-flavored bricks. There was once again a Xander, and there were poles.
He picked one up off the ground and planted it in the dirt in front of him like he was claiming the park for England. Or Wales or whereverthehell his ancestors had actually invaded from. He pointed. "Not for dancing. For swinging -- after you make 'em into swings, otherwise you'd just fall on your ass."
He set the pole down and reached for one of the connecting pieces to show people how to put it all together, then paused. "Not that I'm gonna stop you if you want to dance. Whatever. Just wear a hardhat."
There were also hardhats.
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[OOC: Open! Grad project, but open to anybody who wants to help.]