Grinnel
Well-Known Member
I will confess that the story that this is for is a comedic adventure, not a Si-fi or true fantasy, but I could use your collective imaginations.
The story is called LUCK and is about a PI who has very unusual luck:
The truth was that the laws of probability tend to warp around me. Things that have only a one in X chance of happening tend to add zeros to the one. One in a million becomes onehundredthousand in a million. The chances of an elevator breaking down while I’m on it are probably about one in a million. The chances of it happening for the third time in the same week are, well, one in a much bigger number. The problem is, that doesn’t seem to make much difference. My chances just improve. Unless it’s a lottery.
Okay, so maybe it has some small fantasy elements.
The problem is our hero unknowingly helped to steal something from a twenty-something collector, who is the youngest son of the head of the mob in Toronto:
The rest of his office, however, was definitely descript. Everywhere in the office were shelves, stands and display cases filled with a little bit of everything. There were sports cards,ancient manuscripts, artwork of various types. Everything but Pokemon cards-no,wait, he had one of those on a stand as well. Dominic seemed to be the ultimate collector.
The Sweet Young Thing (not a romantic interest) the protagonist was with stole something from here, not because it was incredibly valuable, but because it was stolen from her father before he died. Since the theft the protagonists have been having narrow escapes from the junior mobster and his crew trying to get it back.
All that I know about the stolen item is that is lightweight, fits in a purse, is not a(n obvious) weapon.
“STOP THEM! THEY STOLE MY-“ the elevator door closed, muffling his last word. Making it sound like “Magurbasha!”
The name of it, or the title, or the type of thing it is may or may not be a Magurbasha, as the word was muffled.
I am 30,000 words into the story (this item was stolen around 2000 words) and neither I nor my protagonist knows what it is, why it is valuable, and what (if anything) it does.
It is time for him to find out.
The item can be a minor bit of fantasy as we already accept the premise that there is luck, but cannot be high fantasy.
For example it could be a Mayan item that brings luck to criminals who own it and has no effect on non-criminals, but it could not be a codex that opens the door to the faerie realm.
Any ideas?
The story is called LUCK and is about a PI who has very unusual luck:
The truth was that the laws of probability tend to warp around me. Things that have only a one in X chance of happening tend to add zeros to the one. One in a million becomes onehundredthousand in a million. The chances of an elevator breaking down while I’m on it are probably about one in a million. The chances of it happening for the third time in the same week are, well, one in a much bigger number. The problem is, that doesn’t seem to make much difference. My chances just improve. Unless it’s a lottery.
Okay, so maybe it has some small fantasy elements.
The problem is our hero unknowingly helped to steal something from a twenty-something collector, who is the youngest son of the head of the mob in Toronto:
The rest of his office, however, was definitely descript. Everywhere in the office were shelves, stands and display cases filled with a little bit of everything. There were sports cards,ancient manuscripts, artwork of various types. Everything but Pokemon cards-no,wait, he had one of those on a stand as well. Dominic seemed to be the ultimate collector.
The Sweet Young Thing (not a romantic interest) the protagonist was with stole something from here, not because it was incredibly valuable, but because it was stolen from her father before he died. Since the theft the protagonists have been having narrow escapes from the junior mobster and his crew trying to get it back.
All that I know about the stolen item is that is lightweight, fits in a purse, is not a(n obvious) weapon.
“STOP THEM! THEY STOLE MY-“ the elevator door closed, muffling his last word. Making it sound like “Magurbasha!”
The name of it, or the title, or the type of thing it is may or may not be a Magurbasha, as the word was muffled.
I am 30,000 words into the story (this item was stolen around 2000 words) and neither I nor my protagonist knows what it is, why it is valuable, and what (if anything) it does.
It is time for him to find out.
The item can be a minor bit of fantasy as we already accept the premise that there is luck, but cannot be high fantasy.
For example it could be a Mayan item that brings luck to criminals who own it and has no effect on non-criminals, but it could not be a codex that opens the door to the faerie realm.
Any ideas?
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