When I arrived at the office this evening the parking lot was packed and there was a crowd milling about in the lobby. A couple of RVs parked on the side of the street. Our office building is right next to a hotel, and sometimes this happens when some old hippie or a pack of dancers passes through town to play at the UIUC Assembly Hall. I found a path through the crowd and took an elevator upstairs.
About an hour later the fire alarms went off. I grabbed some books and headed to the main hallway - SMOKE! GAK! IT'S A REAL FIRE! Zoom down the stairs, smoke (or something - it's not quite smokey - it's DUST - like the World Trade Center!) getting thicker with each flight.
Waitaminnit - what's all this drywall and dust crap? And klieg lights?! I made my way down the final flights of stairs picking through garbage and dust and hot blinding lights and cables and broken drywall. At the bottom a couple of guys look up: "It's all taken care of, dude."
Turns out someone is filming part of a movie in our west stairwell. The crowd in the lobby appears to be a mixture of a) extras with gory facial makeup and dusty, torn clothes, and b) hangers-on. I guess the folks with makeup were in the stairwell when I arrived. Firefighters arrived after a couple of minutes to see whether there really was a fire (no, the dust triggered the alarms), then we all got back to work.
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