Pretending to be an exhibit at the waxworks museum.
The real trick, of course, is to blink or change poses when no-one is watching. Or, in the case of this waxwork exhibit, adopt a pose when someone approached.
She had hers already. Propped up at the writing desk and staring at the blinking cursor. In some, she actually dropped off to sleep like that, and nobody noticed the difference.
At least she didn’t snore sitting up.
But this time, she had a poker. Someone who ignored the velvet ropes and honour barriers and clambered up into the carefully-set-up diorama to prod, poke, or simply play around with every valuable artefact in there.
Therefore Trezi kept her thousand-yard stare until he was literally right up to her. Almost about to touch.
Then she sprang into motion, turning towards him and very quietly saying, “Please don’t touch the exhibits.”
Which was the worst way to find out that a patron had angina pectoris.
Which, ultimately, lead to hers being the first waxwork exhibit with a warning at the door. It stated that patrons were advised not to interfere with the dioramas, as doing so could result in unforeseen consequences.
Ironically, it lead to more patrons. And less time to stretch when she was working as a Replacement Exhibit.
On the other hand, it meant more money to repair the exhibits she replaced.
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