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[thursdayn.livejournal.com]

Thursday's actually been here a while, really. You just didn't notice.

She's sitting at a booth, scanning the room and avidly scribbling down details. It's easier to have a good jumping-point than to continue to try random doors until she gets the right one.

And she is so distracted by this task of description that she's neglected to notice the strange vanishing of Friday. Oops.

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Hi, welcome to Milliways.

*It's belated, but but late then never, right? Tim takes a seat across from the new person.*

[thursdayn.livejournal.com]

Nothing wrong with late. Thursday has a history of lateness herself.

"Thanks," she says, looking up from the notebook a minute. "I'm Thursday Next."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim offers his hand.*

Sir Timothy Hunter, bar security.

[thursdayn.livejournal.com]

"Security! Great. I'm ex-military, and am always fond of being ... secure."

Thursday shakes the offered hand with a fond look.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim raises a brow as he reclaims his hand.*

We're pretty good here. Got some interesting people who do thier job well.

[thursdayn.livejournal.com]

"Provided it gets done well, it's good, for sure." Thursday smiles, scribbling a few more lines in her description.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*He peers over at her notes.*

What're you scribbling?