Thursday's Room - 33 Apocalypse Ave, Wednesday Night
Thursday managed to put Friday to bed only after a song about a coyote by an Australian childrens' group stopped playing in both of their heads. Well, it had started in Friday's, then he hummed it and sang along in Lorem Ipsum and the song was contagious. Thankfully, it stopped when Friday seemed to run out of steam and now he was fast asleep and the singing was gone. Unfortunately, she was never going to be able to get the song out of her head forever.
The entrances to Friday's room were firmly closed and set up with rudimentary alarms should anyone try to get in. The purchase had been made earlier in the week in light of Pheces' threats, but after hearing on the radio that the town wasn't safe, it was serving a dual purpose.
Thursday retreated to her room and checked the page of her TravelBook she was using for messages to and from the BookWorld. She hadn't been able to return yet since they were still perfecting the filtering system. Right now, no one could get in or out but they were working on altering the system so she could pass to and from the BookWorld without being forcefully knocked back into the real world if she tried.
With Jurisfiction out of touch, a job that didn't require altogether much active work and nothing much else to keep her occupied, Thursday couldn't help but dwell on the last year - turning into a child, Logan and then Logan leaving, Nighten, older Friday, the incident at the church, almost losing Jurisfiction and the BookWorld and, most of all, Landen's absence throughout the whole year - as she sat in bed, settling down for the night.
I wandered through fiction to look for the truth buried beneath all the lies.
I stood at a distance to feel who you are hiding myself in your eyes
Thursday glared up at the song. "Don't start."
The entrances to Friday's room were firmly closed and set up with rudimentary alarms should anyone try to get in. The purchase had been made earlier in the week in light of Pheces' threats, but after hearing on the radio that the town wasn't safe, it was serving a dual purpose.
Thursday retreated to her room and checked the page of her TravelBook she was using for messages to and from the BookWorld. She hadn't been able to return yet since they were still perfecting the filtering system. Right now, no one could get in or out but they were working on altering the system so she could pass to and from the BookWorld without being forcefully knocked back into the real world if she tried.
With Jurisfiction out of touch, a job that didn't require altogether much active work and nothing much else to keep her occupied, Thursday couldn't help but dwell on the last year - turning into a child, Logan and then Logan leaving, Nighten, older Friday, the incident at the church, almost losing Jurisfiction and the BookWorld and, most of all, Landen's absence throughout the whole year - as she sat in bed, settling down for the night.
I wandered through fiction to look for the truth buried beneath all the lies.
I stood at a distance to feel who you are hiding myself in your eyes
Thursday glared up at the song. "Don't start."