Last night we packed up a bunch of stuff and went over to new new house to basically camp out. There's a fridge there now and we have mattresses in three bedrooms, which is a good minimum requirement; we got food and a couple of bundles of fireplace wood so
artan_eter could set things on fire and headed over.
artan_eter and
teinedreugan had already (using
artan_eter's father's truck) moved a couple of loads to the new place with the assistance of
paladin_of_gaia.
whispercricket and I followed when there were sufficient clean diapers to survive an overnight.
KJ thought the whole thing was fantastic, did a lot of rampaging around, studied the fire ("Nice fire!" and also "Too hot!"), and refused to go to bed because it was all too exciting. While these dramas played out, we became aware of, in the distance:
Beep.
It sounded like a sad, sad smoke detector. We were irritated, because sad, sad smoke detectors should not be a problem on houses just purchased damnit. It seemed to be in one of the big bedrooms.
teinedreugan took down the smoke detector in the big bedroom, pulled the battery from it, and heard:
Beep.
Not from the item in his hand.
He put the battery back into the smoke detector he was holding, which beeped scoldingly, and returned it to its position.
Time passed; the beep was occasionally a topic of conversation. Eventually I went to bed. Eventually I put in earplugs. The beep continued to bother me.
I went out into the hall to stand between two smoke detectors and waited for the beep. It was neither. It was back in the big bedroom in which I was supposed to be sleeping.
"Is it in the closet?" I had asked, and
teinedreugan had said that he had not found it there.
In the closet is a built in chest of drawers. In bleary aggravation I started going through the chest of drawers.
"Beep," said the closet in affronted tones.
"I think it's in here." I checked behind several sliding panels, and finally after going through several drawers I found a familiarly-arranged disc-shaped object. Which I tried - and failed - to figure out how to get open to extract the battery.
I handed it to
teinedreugan.
"This is an old one, wow." He worked at the battery. "Who would put a smoke detector in a dresser?"
"That's what you get for limiting yourself to logic," I said.
When he had extracted the battery from the smoke detector, I stomped back downstairs to where
artan_eter and
whispercricket were doing their various things. I placed the detector on a table. I placed the battery on the smoke detector. I indicated my triumphant and successful hunting.
"Beep", said the smoke detector on the table.
"... did that thing just beep?"
"Yes. It's haunted."
I stared at it for a long moment. "I'm going to take the ghost smoke detector into the laundry room now."
Which I did. If it had any more to say, at least it did not bother me further.
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KJ thought the whole thing was fantastic, did a lot of rampaging around, studied the fire ("Nice fire!" and also "Too hot!"), and refused to go to bed because it was all too exciting. While these dramas played out, we became aware of, in the distance:
Beep.
It sounded like a sad, sad smoke detector. We were irritated, because sad, sad smoke detectors should not be a problem on houses just purchased damnit. It seemed to be in one of the big bedrooms.
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Beep.
Not from the item in his hand.
He put the battery back into the smoke detector he was holding, which beeped scoldingly, and returned it to its position.
Time passed; the beep was occasionally a topic of conversation. Eventually I went to bed. Eventually I put in earplugs. The beep continued to bother me.
I went out into the hall to stand between two smoke detectors and waited for the beep. It was neither. It was back in the big bedroom in which I was supposed to be sleeping.
"Is it in the closet?" I had asked, and
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In the closet is a built in chest of drawers. In bleary aggravation I started going through the chest of drawers.
"Beep," said the closet in affronted tones.
"I think it's in here." I checked behind several sliding panels, and finally after going through several drawers I found a familiarly-arranged disc-shaped object. Which I tried - and failed - to figure out how to get open to extract the battery.
I handed it to
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"This is an old one, wow." He worked at the battery. "Who would put a smoke detector in a dresser?"
"That's what you get for limiting yourself to logic," I said.
When he had extracted the battery from the smoke detector, I stomped back downstairs to where
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"Beep", said the smoke detector on the table.
"... did that thing just beep?"
"Yes. It's haunted."
I stared at it for a long moment. "I'm going to take the ghost smoke detector into the laundry room now."
Which I did. If it had any more to say, at least it did not bother me further.
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I was thinking of the Bloom County where Oliver Wendell Jones builds a bomb out of radium from old watches, though. ("Fire drill, everyone!") Apparently the internet hasn't heard of it, though...may have to scan my copy and release it into the wild.
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It's probably been beeping angrily since the flippers bought the house. And being ignored for so long that its wrath has built to epic proportions and now it can beep without a battery.
Or something. I'm glad you found it.
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I still don't know if that was a dream, but it was a long time ago.
Glad you found the darned thing!
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