Thursday wasn't about to let a little thing like a demon fight, mental possession and losing her jacket stop her from holding her last office hours of the semester. She had grading to do, a final exam to tweak and a Jurisfiction complaint about the use of psychotic plot twists in the upcoming final Barry Plodder book to deal with ( Read more... )

Thursday wasn't hiding. Thursday Next didn't hide, unless there was Goliath, a Minotaur or Cordelia Flakk involved, and even then it wasn't hiding, it was only avoidance. That was the case today. Thursday was tucked away in her office with a mocha, a copy of Mansfield Park and the door half-closed, but still knockable in case anyone needed her ( Read more... )

Thursday was in her office. There was coffee. There were no bombs. All was right with the world.

Thursday was in her office. There was coffee. There were books. There was twitchiness from having not done anything significant for the last few weeks.

This did not bode well for the universe.

Thursday hadn't had a chance to hold office hours on Monday, but she was here now. She had coffee and a book and the door was open.

[OOC: Great Scott! I have a day off. *clings to FH*]

Two words: sugar hangover. That was Thursday's physical state was in as she unlocked her office. She had a mocha in one hand, book and keys in the other. Friday, thankfully, had forgiven her for the weekend's events and seemed quite amused at the whole ordeal. He was now with the babysitter and, unbeknownst to his mother, a little disappointed that ( Read more... )

Thursday was in her office playing with her new toy. Namely, the iBook computer that Logan had given her for her birthday. Considering she knew practically nothing about computers beyond 'type here', the progress on figuring out how everything worked was slow. At least she had coffee to keep her going.

The door was open.

[OOC: Sleep. Will pick up ( Read more... )

Thursday hadn't managed to hold office hours last week due to an influx of footnoterphone calls about Jurisfiction problems, a very fussy two year old with a bad cold and no available babysitter. This week, however, the babysitter was back, the cold was clearing up and the Cat was under strict instructions to handle things on his own ( Read more... )

Office hours didn't happen yesterday, because after accompanying Logan up to the school, Thursday was off in the BookWorld picking Friday up from Mrs Bradshaw's house. Mrs Bradshaw, a lovely gorilla in a sun dress to the untrained eye, had been babysitting Friday since their return from Swindon ( Read more... )

Thursday hadn't slept very well. She hadn't been sleeping well since returning to Fandom, but last night was particularly restless. That may have had something to do with irrationally going after and shooting who she thought to be Acheron Hades, but was, in fact, Hades the Greek god of Death, Lord of the Underworld (and Disneyland) and...well, ( Read more... )