𒐴 🢖 · closed starter for @hocotatiian
Working in a museum at night might have sounded like a dream come true to some. You could stroll undisturbed among the exhibits, take in all the information the museum had to offer at your own pace, and weren’t surrounded by noisy people. Sometimes, at the start of a shift, Remi would even let himself get carried away and look around. After all, there was a lot to discover here. But he found the tasks he was supposed to complete much more interesting. They ranged from simple to extraordinary. Yet when he looked at his to-do list today, he grew a little suspicious. Right at the top of the list was something he’d already taken care of yesterday. Or had he? He wasn’t entirely sure. Yesterday, though, the list had been a lot shorter, and Remi had left the museum well before sunset. Today, his tasks seemed to be piling up. It was as if someone had been playing a prank and wreaked havoc in the museum.
Well, maybe. Better for him, right?
Armed with his tool belt and the list, Remi set to work. Of course, a thermos of coffee was a must.
Remi got to work. Time flew by, and the list grew shorter and shorter. He didn’t even notice the sun setting; only the energy-saving lights illuminated his surroundings. Even the sounds that were slowly growing louder made him look up only briefly before he turned his attention back to the broken water dispenser he was repairing. He certainly wasn’t alone. After all, there were plenty of jobs that were best done after closing time.
Absorbed in his work, he wasn’t pulled back to reality until a monkey appeared in front of him. “Oh, hello there, little one. What are you doing here?” Remi watched the monkey; the monkey watched Remi. But then the little monkey stuck its tongue out at him, snatched his multi-tool, and ran off screaming.
“Hey! Wait a minute, I still need that!” Remi had never been on his feet this fast before. He wasn’t exactly the most athletic guy, but when it came to chasing a thief, Remi sometimes surprised even himself. “What do you even want with that?” The monkey was fast, but Remi skidded after him around the corners as if hungry lions were chasing him. Until he finally lost sight of the little monkey. “Give it back!” Remi spun around in circles. The monkey had to be somewhere around here! “Damn it,” he grumbled, actually starting to get a little angry. His gaze fell on an astronaut. “Hey, you there. Have you seen a monkey? He stole my tools!” Just as he took a step toward the astronaut, a thought occurred to Remi: What was a monkey even doing in a museum? He shook his head. “He’s about this big,” Remi gestured roughly with his hands, “has a light-colored face, and actually looks kind of cute - wait a minute, what are you doing there? I just fixed that!”
