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Character Name: Thursday Next
Series: Thursday Next (book series)
Age: 52
From When?: Thursday will be entering at the end of book five, when the airship she's on has just begun to explode. Instead of parachuting off, she'll be contacted by the Admiral at that point and transported to the Barge in the nick of time.
Inmate/Warden: Warden. Thursday is a detective in the real world, and a member of Jurisfiction in the fictional world (more on this later). Essentially, she’s as Warden-y as it gets without being an actual warden. She has an extremely strong sense of justice and a very strict moral code.
Item: Thursday will have her TravelBook. It’s a transdimensional book issued and read-locked to all Jurisfiction agents, and it contains a number of items useful for policing the fictional world-a hat for ejecting out of tricky situations, a flaregun, and a self-destruct mechanism. On the Barge, most of this stuff will be gone or useless, but she’ll be able to read and respond to messages in the book itself.
Abilities/Powers:
Despite her age, Thursday is physically fit and is a reasonably good shot. She’s received military training before, and she’s been trained in hand-to-hand combat and can disarm a man in seconds. It’s implied that being the daughter of a time traveler has given her something of an edge as far as aging is concerned; she won’t die until she’s well past a hundred.
That’s not the important bit, though. The important bit is that Thursday can bookjump. In other words, she's able to enter the world of any book she chooses simply by reading an excerpt of it. She isn't exceptionally good at it, so she has to read out loud and the excerpt generally has to be long and rather descriptive, but she can do it nonetheless. Practically living in literature for sixteen years has also given her a pretty good idea about when she's in a written medium and when she isn't. Most of the time, she's at least semi-aware of the fourth wall, and occasionally she breaks it outright. She also has an extremely good working knowledge of most of the Western literary canon as well as modern literature; chances are, if a character is from a relatively well-known written work published before 2002, she’ll either have read it (in some cases she’ll have met the character before and/or worked with him or her), or at the very least know the basics of the plot.
She’ll have been informed of the nature of the Barge prior to her starting, so she’ll know that the written characters on the Barge are, for lack of a better way to put it, really the people they say they are. That way she won’t be accidentally fourth-walling everyone like mad, and she definitely won’t be pointing out they’re in a written medium. It’s also unlikely that bookjumping will be necessary at any point during her stay, since she’ll know why she’s here to begin with.
Oh, and she’s pretty decent at croquet, too.
Personality:
Thursday's world is a strange one at best, and she'll be the first to admit that it's nearly impossible to grow up in it normally. She's very open-minded about things like time travel and alternate universes; having had a father and a husband who technically don't exist but somehow do can do that to you. As a result, she'll often accept bizarre explanations for things she doesn't understand; the nature of the Barge shouldn’t faze her much, if at all. She's very impulsive and often does the first thing that pops into her mind without quite thinking about it; this gets her into trouble just as much as it gets her out of it, since her idea of 'a wise thing to do' is somewhat skewed given her thoroughly odd upbringing.
Upbringing aside, for the most part Thursday comes off as your typical competent policewoman - confident, professional, and slightly cynical. She's very passionate about what she does and has a tendency to take her job a little too seriously. She doesn’t relax often; another character notes in a later book that she’s rarely smiling even in her vacation photographs. This isn’t to say that she’s completely humorless; her brother and husband constantly tease her about her inability to properly tell a good joke, but she'll laugh readily enough at one. It’s simply that she’s extremely dedicated to her work, and in both worlds her job is something that requires constant attention to detail.
To be honest, Thursday would probably come off as something of a workaholic if it weren’t for the grounding force that is her family: her husband Landen and her two children, Tuesday and Friday. She is fiercely devoted to them-the reason why she’s rarely smiling in vacation photographs is because she’s almost constantly looking for some form of threat or incoming attack. This isn’t paranoia by any stretch of the imagination; Thursday has made some powerful enemies, and they’ve targeted her family before (and more or less murdered her husband before she got him back). When that occurs, she has no qualms about striking back as hard and as fast as possible. She’s earned herself something of a reputation in that respect; it’s gotten to the point where if a multinational corporation or the local mafia wants something from her, they will very pointedly do everything in their power to get her to do it except threaten her family. Needless to say, any friendships she forms in her time at the Barge will be treated the same way, and it’s likely that she’ll feel almost as protective of her Inmate as she does of her family, though for different reasons.
Although Thursday is best known to the general public in her world as an exemplary policewoman, it’s also well known that she doesn’t adhere to the letter of the law. She’s more concerned with doing what’s right than with doing what’s legal, and the number of times she’s bent or broken the rules to get something done are too numerous to count. In one memorable occasion, she defied military orders during a battle simply so she could commandeer an ambulance and retrieve the wounded, and then proceeded to do it again. In a lot of respects, this is what makes her so valuable to Jurisfiction and so dangerous to criminal organizations; her superiors may dislike her stubbornness and her blatant disregard for regulation, but her colleagues know she’s got their back.
Thursday prefers things black and white; she functions well under pressure and prefers action to chit-chat. She flounders a bit on the midtones, and tends to close up or try to run away rather than deal with her emotions head-on. She is more than a little lacking in tact; if she thinks something needs fixing or is wrong in some way, she’ll say so outright, and if she thinks someone is being an idiot, she has no qualms about telling them to sod off. It doesn’t matter who the person in question is; her husband and mother once spot an imposter Thursday because she doesn’t criticize her mother’s baking as tasting strongly of paste. This doesn’t mean she’s not friendly, because as a general rule, Thursday likes people; what she doesn’t like are people trying to push something on her or trying to get her to do something that goes against what she believes to be right. Despite her lack of tact, she does worry about hurting the people she loves, and generally this manifests itself in her not telling them things because she thinks they’ll be safer that way. Needless to say, it rarely works.
Thursday as a Warden will be first and foremost concerned with getting to know her Inmate as a person-not just their history, but also their motivations and their desires. If she can find out what makes them tick, she figures rehabilitation will be that much easier for both them and her. Life in the BookWorld has taught her that redemption can be found in just about anyone, and she likes to think the same is true for real people just as much as fictional ones. That said, she’s not afraid to lay down the law when she needs to, and she won’t hesitate to put her Inmate at gunpoint if that’s what is needed to make them behave. She’s had to deal with an unruly version of herself before-this may well be a walk in the park compared to that. Or it might not. We’ll have to see.
History:
(Note: Jasper Fforde seems to pride himself on putting as many convoluted plotlines into a book as possible and then weaving them all together at the very end. Most of the time it's pretty much impossible to ignore a plotline because it's usually crucial to the resolution of another. I’ve cut as many sideplots as I can, but still-warning for tl;dr. D:)
Thursday lives in an alternate-universe version of England, where the Crimean War never ended, cloning is commonplace (genetic engineering by Goliath, the resident evil multinational corporation, has brought back Neanderthals and mammoths, and Thursday herself owns a pet dodo), and literature is placed on virtually the same pedestal as religion. England has also instituted the Special Operations Network, or SpecOps, a specialized police force used to deal with duties "too unusual or too specialized" to be handled by the regular police.
Thursday's own family is a bit messed up because of that last one; her father was (or should have been, depending on how one looks at it) a member of the ChronoGuard - the SpecOps division that polices the timestream - but went rogue after realizing how corrupt the system was and began work as a time-traveling knight-errant, trying to right the wrongs in the space-time continuum. As a result, the ChronoGuard eradicated him with a well-timed knock on his parents' door on the night of his conception. By all rights Thursday and her brothers, Anton and Joffy, shouldn't even exist, but somehow her father managed to evade the eradication and occasionally freezes time to visit Thursday, though he never stays for long.
That said, Thursday still managed to be born in 1950 at St. Cerebellum's Hospital in Swindon. There isn't much information about her childhood in the books, aside from the fact that she was quite close to her older brother Anton when she was growing up. At the age of eight, she visited Haworth House, the former home of the Brontë sisters. Here she met a kindly Japanese tourist who briefly "bookjumped" her into the original copy of Jane Eyre on display, which in Thursday's world ended with Jane agreeing to accompany St. John Rivers to India rather than marrying Rochester. It was the first time Thursday entered literature, but it wouldn't be the last.
Shortly after Thursday graduated from Swindon University with a major in English Literature, she joined the Wessex County police, where she was commended for bravery in the recovery of Ethel Goliath, the daughter of Goliath Corporation's CEO, who had apparently been kidnapped (very little is known about this incident). At this point the Crimean War started up again, and Thursday and Anton joined the Wessex Light Armoured Brigade and were shipped off to the Peninsula. It was here that she met Landen Parke-Laine, an officer in the brigade, and the two became romantically involved. About ten months later, the brigade participated in a disastrous attack against Russian artillery - their world's version of the "Charge of the Light Brigade." Thursday and Landen survived the charge - Landen minus one leg - but Anton was not so lucky. Thursday refused the Crimean Star, a military honor which had been offered to her when she went back after the brigade had retreated to pick up the wounded, served another year in the Crimea, and returned to Swindon, rejoining the county police.
A year later, an official report of the charge was published; it blamed Anton Next for the charge and revealed that he had been "pointing up the wrong valley" moments before the armored column moved off. Landen gave evidence at the military inquiry; Thursday, refusing to believe that her brother could have made a mistake that costly, accused Landen of speaking ill of the dead, broke up with him, and moved to London. Here she was inducted into SpecOps-27, the branch that dealt with literary crimes (literature being much more important in Thursday's world than it is in ours).
Ten years passed without incident before the original manuscript of Martin Chuzzlewit was stolen from Gad's Hill, Kent. The primary suspect was a man named Acheron Hades, the third most wanted criminal in the world, who had been one of Thursday's professors in university. Because Thursday was one of the few people in the world who knew what he looked like - Hades didn't resolve on film and possessed a multitude of other supernatural powers - she was promoted to SpecOps-5 (essentially a department for legal assassinations) and aided in the search for him. She and her team successfully tracked Hades down but failed in arresting him; Acheron's brother Styx and the rest of Thursday's team were killed in the attempt. Thursday was nearly killed herself; while recuperating in the hospital, she encountered her future self, who advised her to transfer back to Swindon.
Upon her return to Swindon, Thursday renewed her friendship with Landen Parke-Laine and discovered that Mycroft, her genius uncle, had succeeded in creating a "Prose Portal" - a device that allowed the user to enter any work of fiction. Predictably, it wasn't long before Mycroft and his wife were kidnapped and the Prose Portal stolen by Acheron Hades, who fled to the Socialist Republic of Wales. There he used the Portal to enter the stolen manuscript of Martin Chuzzlewit and kill a minor character, and because he had affected the original copy, every copy of Martin Chuzzlewit in existence was altered. Hades attempted to blackmail Thursday and aptly named Goliath representative Jack Schitt (who had also expressed interest in the Prose Portal) into giving him ten million pounds, but the plan went badly awry. Before Hades could kill off Chuzzlewit, however, Mycroft succeeded in burning the original copy, ensuring that no copy of the book could ever be altered again.
That, of course, wasn't enough to stop Acheron Hades, who targeted Haworth House next, easily stealing the original manuscript of Jane Eyre from the display there. He kidnapped Jane and removed her from the book, taking her into the real world; because Jane Eyre is narrated in first person, more than half of the book instantly vanished at the point where Jane was kidnapped. Thursday and a colleague, Bowden Cable, managed to track Hades to Wales, where they discovered that Hades had formed a temporary alliance with Jack Schitt, who saw the Prose Portal as a means of mass-producing devastating weapons that would never have existed in the real world. With these weapons, Schitt planned to end the Crimean War once and for all. Before Schitt could kill Thursday and Bowden, however, Hades activated the Prose Portal once more and escaped inside Jane Eyre; Thursday followed him inside the novel, taking Jane with her and restoring the narrative. Thursday, with the help of Edward Rochester, then succeeded in killing Hades, but Thornfield Hall was set on fire in the process, Rochester's first wife was killed, and Jane returned and married Rochester. Thursday had, in essence, accidentally changed the ending of the book from the one in her world to the one in ours.
Upon Thursday's return to the real world, Jack Schitt tried once again to obtain weapons using the Prose Portal, but Bowden Cable successfully imprisoned him in a copy of "The Raven." Mycroft destroyed the Prose Portal, the British pulled out of the Crimea, and Thursday, now reconciled with Landen, finally married him.
Several months passed before anything of interest occurred - then things began happening at a mind-boggling rate. A Goliath operative, Brik Schitt-Hawse, contacted Thursday, demanding the return of his half-brother Jack Schitt. Thursday refused; even if she had wanted to retrieve Jack, she had no means of doing so, Mycroft having destroyed the Prose Portal some time before. In retaliation, Goliath contacted Antoine Lavoisier, a corrupt member of the French chapter of the ChronoGuard, and successfully eradicated Landen Parke-Laine. Thursday found herself plunged into a universe where her husband had died at the age of two - the only proof she had that he had ever existed beyond that was the fact that she was inexplicably still pregnant with their son.
In an attempt to get Schitt - and therefore her husband - back, Thursday traveled to Osaka, Japan, to find Mrs. Nakajima, the Japanese tourist who had read her into Jane Eyre thirty years before. At the same time, she found herself the target of a number of baffling attempts on her life, all of which seemed to involve improbable coincidences. Manipulation of these coincidences allowed her to locate Mrs. Nakajima's apartment, where she learned that she possessed the ability to bookjump. She found a personalized TravelBook in the apartment and successfully made her first jump into the Great Library, the figurative center of the BookWorld.
Possessing the TravelBook meant, in essence, that Thursday had been invited to join Jurisfiction, the organization that policed literature. She was quickly apprenticed to Miss Havisham from Great Expectations and proved herself a capable, if not skilled bookjumper. Soon afterward, she returned to the Outland (the BookWorld term for the real world) and read herself into "The Raven," pulling Jack Schitt out of the poem. Predictably, Goliath refused to reactualize her husband and tried to kill Thursday instead, but she escaped with the help of Miss Havisham.
Thursday then learned that the person who had been trying to kill her with coincidences over the past few months was no other than Aornis Hades, younger sister of Acheron, who was seeking revenge for her brother's death. Aornis, who could control both coincidences and other people's memories, contacted Thursday and issued an ultimatum: Either Thursday killed herself and her unborn child, or Aornis caused the end of the world through a series of improbable coincidences. The decision was simple enough to Thursday, but she never got the chance to actually kill herself; her father stepped in, sacrificing himself at the end of his life in order to subvert the chain reaction of coincidences and foiling Aornis's plans.
Realizing that she was no longer safe in the Outland, Thursday retreated to the BookWorld, deciding to stay there until her son was born. However, life only got even more interesting; upon her induction into Jurisfiction, Thursday found that the Council of Genres - the organization that headed Jurisfiction - planned to introduce a new, interactive reading experience called UltraWord, which would effectively replace books. Thursday was suspicious; UltraWord sounded far too good to be true. At this point several veteran Jurisfiction agents, including Miss Havisham, were mysteriously killed, and the sociopathic Minotaur, which had been kept securely under lock and key, managed to escape into the BookWorld. Naturally, Thursday began her own investigations.
As it turned out, a fellow Outlander agent and friend named Harris Tweed was the one behind it all. Instituting UltraWord would have rendered libraries and secondhand bookstores obsolete, and Tweed would have become rich on UltraWord sales at the expense of the elimination of fine literature. Desperate to stop Tweed, Thursday invoked the help of the Great Panjandrum, the deity of the BookWorld, and the resulting deus ex machina not only resolved the issue but placed Thursday in the position of Bellman - head of Jurisfiction.
Thursday served as Bellman for a little over two years, during which she led an ultimately futile search for the Minotaur. Then, feeling decidedly homesick, she resigned and departed with her son Friday and Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, who wanted to see the Outland for himself.
Thursday was greeted by her friends and family with some surprise; after all, to those in the Outland, she'd been inexplicably missing for nearly three years. She was also brought up to speed on recent events: Her husband was still eradicated; Goliath, fearing a prophecy forecasting the downfall of a multinational corporation, was trying to become a religion instead; upon her resignation as Bellman and Hamlet's departure, the other characters within Hamlet had revolted and summarily destroyed several of Shakespeare's more well-known plays from within; and if Swindon failed to win the national croquet championships that year, the world would end. On the other hand, if Swindon's notoriously bad croquet team did manage to scrape through, the win would mean the downfall of Goliath, which was unquestionably a good thing.
Getting Landen back was the least of her worries; Goliath, eager to make amends for its past misdeeds, quickly uneradicated him. But the infamous multinational corporation wasn't about to risk going bankrupt, either, and several members of Swindon's croquet team mysteriously resigned overnight. At the same time, several bodies, genetically identical to that of William Shakespeare, began turning up around Britain. Thursday, as determined to see the end of Goliath as ever, began her investigations.
What she discovered was the key to solving the rest of her problems. Goliath had dabbled in genetic engineering - a favorite pastime of many people in Thursday's world - several decades earlier. However, instead of decanting dodos and mammoths, they had focused on human cloning. It was Goliath that was responsible for the small Neanderthal population in Britain, and Goliath that was responsible for the William Shakespeare clones. Thursday and her Outlander friends broke into a long-abandoned Goliath laboratory in Communist Wales, managed to find a copy of the sequenced Neanderthal genome and the last living Shakespeare clone, and returned mostly unscathed.
The cloned Shakespeare was persuaded to enter the BookWorld with Hamlet and piece together the ruined plays. In return for their genome, the Neanderthals agreed to field some of their best croquet players - players that couldn't be intimidated nearly as easily by Goliath. In spite of this, Swindon was still one player short - and so Thursday joined the team. However, as the game drew to a close, she was suddenly shot in the head by the Minotaur, who had been trying to kill her ever since she had returned to the Outland.
Thursday barely managed to survive the shooting; luckily for her, the bullet had lodged between her skull and her brain. Meanwhile, the rest of the world was focused elsewhere; Swindon had won the national croquet championship and Goliath had, through an unbelievably complex chain of events, gone bankrupt. Things eventually returned to normal again, and they more-or-less stayed that way for fourteen years.
Sometime during those fourteen years, SpecOps was forced to disband, and Thursday and her colleagues set up an underground division of the old organization, posing as a company named Acme Carpets. Also during that time, books about Thursday's life, similar - but not quite - to those written in our world, were published, and Thursday soon found herself forced to deal with her fictional selves, both of whom wanted to enter Jurisfiction, and neither of whom were entirely suitable for the job. One - known as Thursday1-4 - was a stereotypical leather-jacket-wearing, gunslinging action heroine, complete with gratuitous sex and violence, and the other - Thursday5 - was a pacifistic drip. While Thursday5 had some potential as a future Jurisfiction agent, Thursday1-4 did not, and her selfish nature led her to steal the real Thursday's TravelBook, effectively locking her out of the BookWorld.
To make matters worse, Goliath spent those fourteen years picking up the pieces and building its strength again, and by 2002 it was once again a powerful corporation. This time, its nefarious plan to make ridiculous amounts of money involved the development of a bus called the Austen Rover, which was supposedly capable of intertextual travel. Goliath realized that people in the Outland would potentially pay enormous sums for the opportunity to travel through fiction, and it intended to take full advantage of that fact.
Meanwhile, Thursday realized that while Friday, who was now sixteen and the eldest of her three children, seemed to be the typical uncommunicative, surly teenager, his tendency to get suspended and stay in his room was merely a front. Friday was supposed to become the youngest head of the ChronoGuard in centuries - or so the ChronoGuard claimed - but he soon rejected this possibility after discovering that time travel had never actually been invented. Instead, the current ChronoGuard was using time travel on the assumption that it would eventually be invented sometime in the future. This worked for the moment - but time travel would never be invented in their world's future, and the ChronoGuard's constant use of something that didn't exist would soon bring about the end of time. Friday had been skipping school in order to undermine the ChronoGuard's efforts to use time travel, and he had discovered that the key to preventing the end of time lay in an old formula of Mycroft Next, which he had left in "The Wreck of the Hesperus" seventeen years before (when the Prose Portal had still existed).
Thursday was forced to ally herself with Goliath in order to gain access to the Austen Rover - her only hope of entering "The Wreck of the Hesperus" without her TravelBook. However, the scientist who headed the Austen Rover project was none other than the wife of Jack Schitt, and instead of "The Wreck of the Hesperus," Thursday was left stranded on the Moral Dilemma, a ship that forced her to make one cruel and unnatural decision after another involving the passengers. Thursday, however, managed to escape and retrieve her uncle's formula, before returning to Jurisfiction in time to defeat Thursday5, who had tried to take her place. With the formula, Thursday and Friday were able to prevent the end of time. However, that prevention came at a price - the elimination of time travel altogether and the destruction of the ChronoGuard.
As the fifth book drew to a close, Thursday had just discovered that a serial killer was loose in the BookWorld - one that targeted series narrated in the first person - which meant that Thursday herself was at risk.
It was at this point that she was contacted by the Admiral, and she made a deal with him for assistance in finding the murderer in exchange for her services on the Barge.
Sample Journal Entry:
[The communicator switches on to a middle-aged woman in a leather jacket. She looks a little dishevelled-her ponytail has a few mousy brown strands loose, and she’s panting slightly, as if she’d just been running-but her expression is calm, and an attempt at a smile is making its way across her face.]
Well. This is quite a change from the exploding Hotel Class I was in just a moment ago. I can’t really complain-not if this gets the job done.
[A pause as she tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear.] Anyway, the name’s Thursday Next-the real one, not the written one-and it’s nice to meet you all. I’d appreciate it if one of you could show me around-I’m still trying to get my bearings, to say the least.
And does anyone know where the library is? I’d like to tell some people not to wait up for me.
Sample RP:
(Sample is a post from another RP-please let me know if it’s a problem and I can provide you with another!)
The first thing Thursday Next noticed upon opening her eyes was that it was dark - the second, that she was lying down. Strange; she'd been sitting up moments before - she was sure of it.
The third thing she noticed was the silence. She and Anne Wirthlass had been bound for Longfellow's "The Wreck of the Hesperus," and by all rights it should have been the sound of the ocean in her ears, not this disconcerting nothing. And instead of the anguish and bleak despair that came with entering such a tragic poem, she felt - well - somewhat puzzled and a bit tired, which was more or less normal (observation four).
The bed - she'd been lying on a bed, she noted, and filed that away for later (five) - creaked underneath her as she sat up, holding still for a moment to allow her eyes to adjust to the lack of light. She was in a small room of some sort - the whitewashed walls and antiseptic smell suggested a hospital (six?) - there was another bed across from her, though the bedclothes had been rumpled, as if the person who'd slept there had left abruptly -
The smell.
The BookWorld had almost no smells, unless the smell in question was somehow important to the plot or an overarching theme. And the cold, clean scent of antiseptic was far too real to be fictional. She wasn't in Longfellow - that much she'd known - but now she was almost certain she wasn't in the written word at all. And the Austen Rover had been destined for Longfellow - or at least, Wirthlass had claimed it was destined for Longfellow - and things one through six fell into place so neatly Thursday fancied she could hear the click.
Goliath. Damn them. What did Wirthlass have against her? Was she even the one pulling the strings at all? Forget that - how could she - Thursday - have been so stupid? What had she been thinking, going and trusting them like that? It was just like them to ignore the impending end of time in order to exact revenge for something that had happened nearly twenty years ago. They'd left her more or less alone for the better part of two decades - why the hell had she decided to let her guard down now?
Oh, right, the impending end of time. Which meant, of course, that right now there was none to lose. Figuratively, anyway.
She slid off the bed, going straight to the drawers and yanking them open, searching for something - anything that might help. Her heart leaped at the sight of a book in one of the drawers, but it quickly plummeted again - just a journal, its pages woefully blank. Was this their idea of a sick joke? Probably. She scowled, dropping it back into the drawer. There was more in the other one - pens, a radio, some batteries (batteries for what?). She looked under the bed, beneath the mattresses, and finally located a flashlight under her pillow.
Thursday stared at it, feeling distinctly uneasy. A flashlight? Under a pillow? What kind of place was this?
Her gaze was drawn almost automatically to the door, which to her great surprise was half-open. The feeling of unease doubled in intensity. This was all wrong - the last time Goliath had trapped her anywhere, they'd put her in a blank cell without so much as half a page of paper. It was as if - well, as if they were trying to get her to escape...
Common sense dictated that she should just stay in her room and wait - no doubt worse things lay in store for her if she tried exiting her room. For a moment she was tempted to do just that, but then oh, right, the end of time occurred to her, and in the same instant something on her finger clinked faintly against the metal flashlight as she shifted it to her left hand.
Her wedding ring, she noted, and then she was out the door and running down the hall at full speed, barefoot and unarmed, barely noticing the dirty, stained walls around her. Her husband - her family still existed - GSD knew what Goliath was doing to them right at this instant -
She would get out of here and back to them. She would.
Special Notes:
None, really! :D