SpecOps. Jurisfiction. Fandom High. Thursday has come a long way since her early days in Swindon tracking down the person who stole the Martin Chuzzlewit manuscript. Now she's simply laying low for a while. Everyone needs a breather. Even Thursday Next.
This is Thursday Next. Leave a message and I'll probably return your call when I get in. Unless this is Jack Schitt, in which case...oh sod it. Just leave a message.
"Professor Next? Hello! This is Kaylee Frye. Just lettin' ya know Friday was my last class because I'm goin' back home to my ship. Thanks for teachin' the class. It's been fun!"
"Hi, Professor Next? This is Bridge Carson. I just got your message, so I'm just returning your call and letting you know I'm still in one piece and stuff."
A hand-lettered card was dropped into the mailbox or slipped under the door.
Please join me in wishing joy to Wade "Deadpool" Wilson and Yondaime Hokage Arashi Uzumaki as we celebrate the the happy one month anniversary of their marriage.
"This is Emma. I invited you for a lunch date, not a snogging date!" Pause. "But do come by Caritas and let us discuss it. I am, shall we say, interested in hearing more. Goodbye."
"Hello, this is Emma Frost. I would like to invite you on behalf of myself and Ares to a welcome party for the new teachers at the high school this Sunday evening. It will be at 15 Griffin Way and have alcohol. And food. Hope to see you there!"
"Thursday, this is Drax. I'm leaving shortly on personal business. I don't expect to be back on Earth any time soon so I won't be needing the garage any more. I'll leave my key on the kitchen table."