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[book_jumper]

*and here's a youngish, dark-haired woman looking mildly confused -- with two dodos, Pickwick and Alan, following along behind her*

--Well, this doesn't look like the Well of Lost Plots. Nor does it look like Swindon. Anyone mind telling me where I've ended up this time? --Oh, right. I'm Thursday Next.

Typist: Thursday, obviously, is from

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[bitterbraeburn]

You're quite right that it isn't Swindon, I have no idea what the Well of Lost Plots is, and I've no idea where here actually is, either. I suppose it's better knowing at least a few places you aren't than not knowing anything at all, though. *headtilt* Well. I can't say I expected to be meeting you any time soon. Welcome to the madness, Thursday. *extends a hand to shake* I'm Margaret Braeburn.

[book_jumper]

Well, thanks for your help. *smile* The Well of Lost Plots, Ms. Braeburn, is where books are made. I've spent quite a bit of time there. *and shakes hand* Pleased to meet you.

[bitterbraeburn]

*dryly* And here I thought that happened in the darkened rooms of sleep-deprived writers.

[book_jumper]

Well, it does. But that's only a bit of it.

[bitterbraeburn]

*headtilt* What's the rest?