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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
My first ever chapter of my first ever fic!
Weird morning at work
I get to the museum and go downstairs to get the keys to open the exhibit floor. So far, that's normal - then I walk towards the elevator, because I need to go from the basement to the thirs floor, and that's a quicker way up; as I approach the elevator, it comes down of its own accord, which it isn't supposed to be able to do. That is weird, but there's no visitors or volunteers yet, and there is a way for that to happen, it's just not supposed to be used, because if not turned off at the right time we could hypotheyically wind up with a 9-year-old wandering into a carpentry shop. When the elevator arrives, the doors open, which is something that generally happens when an elevator reaches your floor. What is not something that generally happens when an elevator reaches your floor is the doors opening being immediately followed by a vacuum cleaner falling from the ceiling into the doorway, as though it were a poorly-done video game spawn. This is, in fact, not supposed to happen enough that I had neither heard of it happening nor conceived of it happening before it did, right in front of me, at 9:10 am on this Wednesday morning, its cord still going up through a gap between doors and further up the shaft, the extension head lying by a back corner. As it turns out, a vacuum cleaner falling from the elevator ceiling at 9:10 on a Wednesday morning with its cord going up the shaft is an event that was sufficiently unanticipated that there's no simple way to get the elevator working again, as elevator doors opening when there is not an elevator on that floor is also not something that is supposed to happen, and the exception of "what if there's a vacuum cleaner cord whose plug is too thick to fit between the crack between the doors and it goes down through the shaft and is connected to a vacuum cleaner that fell from the ceiling and it holding the elevator door open a floor down" is not an exception that anyone thought to prepare for. As a result, even a specialized tool whose job is to open a specific elevator door when it doesn't want to open is insufficient for the job (which does leave me wondering about that tool's usefulness), and you in fact have to call a specialist who won't arrive until two hours after you open and who will bring an entire toolbox, but who will at least fix the whole thing in, like, five minutes.
I don't think we ever got that elevator vacuumed.
Honestly I think that there won't be some kind of inter-platform colab for the theft of the Pyramids of Giza but people do anything for likes these days
Where should I go in London tomorrow?
I know I said I was going to go to the British Museum, but I can't really think of anything in there that I'd like to see that I haven't (other than a painting). So where should I go? Preferably somewhere free, and not too time consuming, because I want to be back home by about five-ish.