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Back at it Again [High-Casual - Advanced]

Updated with new ideas! PM me if interested! :)

Back at it Again [High-Casual - Advanced]

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Back at it Again [High-Casual - Advanced]

Added two different ideas, and still looking!

Back at it Again [High-Casual - Advanced]

Still looking for one or two more!

Back at it Again [High-Casual - Advanced]

I feel a little awkward about shouting into the void for a writing partner, but I find myself itching to write again after a long break, and want to find someone to work with and bounce ideas off of to get the creative energy going again.

About Me/Preferences

*My name is Chelsea. I’m a 28 year old female. I was an English major and a theatre minor at college, and have just recently finished earning my Master's Degree in Education, and am starting my third year of teaching.
*I’ve been doing the RP thing for about five or six years total, with a couple of hiatuses due to family issues and education.
*I prefer to write one main female character (third person POV), and however many NPC’s are necessary for what we come up with.
*I usually like my RPs to have romance, but this doesn't *have* to be explicit; I'm okay with a fade-to-black. Whatever floats your boat.
*I prefer to write/communicate via PM.
*I generally stick to 2-4 paragraphs per post, I do tend to get carried away every now and then, but don’t except a novel every time.
*I can guarantee a minimum of one post a week. Possibly more, but I want a low minimum number. I'm a teacher, and that means I'm busy; especially with distance learning being the normal right now. However, I am trying to find those outlets away from school, and this is one of them.
*I love to talk! I want to get to know you outside of just the RP; communication helps build a great relationship and I want to be your friend in addition to being a writing partner.

If all of that floats your boat, then here’s some stuff I have floating in my head. If you don’t see anything that tickles your fancy, still PM me! These are just some ideas I’ve had wiggling around, but I would love to just talk and come up with something off the cuff as well!

Soul Mates/ACOTAR Flavor

I’ve always been curious about the idea of soul-mates in literature. If you’ve seen the movie Timer, I was thinking something along those lines. But instead of a world where you have a device/are born with a timer that counts down to the moment you meet your soul mate, the world I had in mind was a world where you are born with your soul-mates name on your wrist. This could get complicated, on a large scale (people with multiple names, what about different languages, etc.), but the name is written in different “fonts”/handwritings, colors, and you get a first and last name. (The colors have to match, your name must be on the other persons hand, and in general, unless there’s a language difference, the handwriting is the same; so mistakes rarely ever occur).

In this world, with modern technology, it’s very rare for people not to know who/where their soulmate is. There’s the internet and websites dedicated to finding the name, there’s private detectives, language analysts, tv shows and newspaper articles on how “Not to mess up that First Meeting.” There’s also tragedy, people who discover their intended died young, before they could meet. What do you do after the person who was supposed to be the One for you dies? There’s counseling, there’s also dating for people who have lost that someone. There’s so many endless possibilities with this world. A member of Royalty from a country finds out through his families private detectives that his soulmate owns a tiny pastry shop in Paris and has no royal blood in her whatsoever. A famous movie actress discovers her intended works at a dive bar and can barely pay rent. Best friends who grow up living next door; the straight jock who hides his wrist in the locker room because he knows for sure that “David” is not a girls name. ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES.

My thought combines this world with either time travel/alternate dimensions. What happens when a girl is born and she has markings on her wrist that no language analyst can decipher. What happens when she overhears a doctor saying to her parents, “Maybe there was a glitch in the system? Maybe there’s just no one out there for your daughter.” As she watches her older brother, older sister, and younger sister all meet their soul mates. You can’t get rid of the name (people have tried, heartbroken widows clawing at their wrists, it just scars over or comes back as the skin heals itself). So she covers it up with a thick leather wristband; tells people who ask her soul mate died in a car accident before he turned ten. She lies, she smiles, she gets on with her life.

Until her entire family takes a trip to [Scotland/Ireland/New Zealand/Wherever] and she gets hurled back in time/to another world, where the writing on her wrist is the language that they use. This could get interesting if it’s back in time in an unfamiliar place, where she doesn’t speak the language, and she meets the person with her name on their wrist but they can’t communicate (unless whatever sends her back does something like a TARDIS and translates things). I have a lot of different ideas/directions this could go in, and if it sounds like something you’d like to explore, we can discover those things together.

Edited to add: I've been reading the "A Court of Thorns and Roses" series and love the whole concept of a Mating Bond, so incorporating that element could be interesting--rather than actual soul marks.

Assassin/Senator's Daughter * Craving

A senator is up for reelection. He and his daughter had a very public falling out right after his previous election, and if affected his image. So, now that he has to campaign again, something has to be done to restore that image for the public. However, his daughter wants nothing to do with him.

So, now he has an image problem to fix, and since reconnecting with his daughter, he hires the best assassin in the business to work as her bodyguard, because he heard that someone was going to make a threat on her life. He is very public about the rumors and hiring someone to look after her, because, "Even though our relationship is strained, her safety has been and always will be, my top priority. I hope that this might open a bridge so we can close the gap that has formed between us over the last five years."

I imagine a kind of Hades/Persephone, Dark/Light dynamic. The assassin will not take the bribe the Senator offers him to kill his daughter, and when men are sent to kill her, he ends up killing them and "kidnapping" her, which the Senator then also spins for publicity. This can go in a number of different directions that we can figure out.

I have a character in mind, too, below the cut:

Lily Collins

Lily Collins finally had the quiet life she had always wanted. She had been living, happy and content, for the past five years outside of New York City in the small town of Willowsdale.

Willowsdale was quaint. Small enough that there were a lot of familiar faces, but large enough to not feel claustrophobic. It’s quaintness also led to a fair amount of day-trip tourists, which allowed her business to be fairly successful.

The Wallflower was her pride and joy. She had opened the store when she moved to the town five years prior after... the Incident.

She had grown up in the heart of the city. Her mother had passed away when she was in middle school, and since then her father had been even more distant than he had been prior. Her father had been the mayor of New York City for most of her life. Her freshmen year of high school, he had thrown his hat in the ring for Senator.

That was when things changed. Her father and she had never been close. He had wanted her to follow in his footsteps and go into politics, but after running for Class President in eighth grade, she had decided that she was not interested. At all.

So she joined the Gardening Club, and found her passion.

She kept gardening all through high school and college, where she majored in Business and minored in Agricultural Studies. Her father spent most of his time in Washington D.C., leaving her to fend for herself, which suited her just fine. She had always been independent. She had a few friends that she was close with, but on the whole she tended to stick to herself.

Her final semester of college her father had been reelected and he was on the victory circuit. She tried to attend as many events as she could to help out; she understood politics enough to know that image was everything, but she was also busy with her final classes and big projects. She knew her father wasn’t particularly happy with her, but her happiness came before his.

One Saturday evening, she had set her schoolwork aside to attend a fundraising gala to help regain some of the money he had spent during the campaign. Halfway through the dinner an old family friend had approached her looking for Senator Collins. When she went off to find him, the Incident happened.

She had searched up and down the downstairs of the flashy hotel the gala was in, and stumbled across him having a conversation with an older gentleman.

He was blackmailing him. For campaign money.

That had been the last straw. She had stormed off, and her father knew her too well. He followed her, begging her not to tell anyone, and it escalated into a huge argument in the middle of the lobby. A very public, loud argument where all of the dirty laundry between them was aired. She criticized him, he belittled her, she brought up her mother. Neither of them mentioned the blackmail; deep down, she didn’t really want to ruin his career. But the fight still damaged his reputation, and his approval rating took a hit.

She graduated a few short weeks later, and then performed a little blackmail of her own. Lily was generally a sweet, mild-mannered girl, but she had enough of a backbone to stand up for herself when she needed to. She wasn’t afraid to get a little vicious.

So, in exchange for not spilling her father’s secret, he was going to buy her flower shop. She had all of the paperwork ready, the location picked out, and an extra plot of land with a small cottage where she would plant her flowers to sell. Her father was furious, but agreed, signed the check, and watched her leave his office with his teeth clenched.

She didn’t look back.

A little over five years had passed, and she knew that her father would start campaigning again. Sure enough, one evening, she sat at home with a cup of tea, curled up on the couch, and saw an advertisement for his election on her newsfeed on Facebook.

She spitefully reported the ad for being offensive.

Meanwhile, back in New York City, her father’s campaign manager was telling him that the fight with his daughter was causing his numbers to be lower than the woman who was running against him. Desperate to win, he started to come up with an idea. He would just need to make a few phone calls…

Summoned

A quiet college student living alone accidentally summons a demon while researching the occult for a paper. Chaos ensues.

It was nights like these when Sarah was extremely glad that she had opted to live off campus for her senior year. True, her apartment wasn’t much more than a glorified shoebox with windows, but it was completely and entirely hers. She didn’t have to worry about getting locked out by her roommate and forced to sleep in the 24/7-campus library. Or about her roommate blasting music at one in the morning when she was trying to sleep because she had a huge midterm that was worth half of her grade to take the next morning. Or, like her junior year, a roommate that just sat in the dark and stared at her while she slept.

That had been the last straw, and she’d pulled the money out of her savings to rent out the tiny apartment for the entire school year.

Now, nearing midnight on a Friday night, her apartment was blissfully silent, and she sat at her slightly cluttered desk, poring through books for more information on occult rituals. So far, this class had been a test for her; it was totally out of her comfort zone, but she loved the Professor and she had been hooked in by the promise of reading Milton and Dante.

Her Professor hadn’t mentioned that they would be diving into research on the occult in real life, and not just in literature, but if she had known she probably wouldn’t have taken the class. And so far, even though her research was seriously starting to freak her out a little bit, she was thoroughly enjoying everything else. Besides, she only had to write one paper on the creepier aspects. Once she was finished with this paper and handed it on Monday morning, she could switch her research back to The Divine Comedia and Dante’s views on the afterlife—the subject she had also chosen for her senior thesis for the following, and her final, semester.

She sighed deeply, setting down her pen and reaching for her now lukewarm cup of tea. After draining the contents, she ran a hand through her blonde hair and shifted in her desk chair, pulling her legs up and moving to sit cross-legged. She pushed her reading glasses on top of her head to rub the sleep from her eyes and glanced at the clock, promising herself only thirty more minutes, then she could go to sleep. She rested her chin on one hand and idly flipped through the book with the other, skimming through the old, faded words for something that pertained to her research of cults who attempted to actually summon demons and other dark forces.

She thought the concept completely ludicrous, but these symbols and incantations were ancient. The book she was using she had stumbled upon completely by accident. She had been browsing through a local used bookstore that she frequented when it just sort of caught her eye on the shelf. It had cost her a little bit more than she had wanted to spend, but was proving to be incredibly useful. It was full of spells, runes, symbols, and recipes. She didn’t know how old it was, but the pages were hand-cut, and the writing looked like it was in ink; though, some of it was in a dark red substance, that she sincerely hoped was not blood.

As she was flipping through the pages, she paused as she came across a particularly intricate drawing of what appeared to be a summoning circle drawn in red. Her paper was focused on ritual summoning ceremonies, what was involved, and, most importantly, the reasoning behind them. So far, everything she had found related to power; usually a leader of some cult, attempting to summon a so-called demon, in order to gain power and prove to the world that his cult (because, it usually was a male) was the real deal. She placed her glasses back on her face and bent closer, tracing her hands over the various markings, brow furrowed as she did her best to interpret the slightly faded markings.

If you have any interest in striking up a conversation/discussion about any of the above, or developing something entirely new together, please contact me through PM.

Thanks so much,
Chelsea

Here be Pirates -- Looking for a Partner for an Adventure on the High Seas

Still looking, bump!

Here be Pirates -- Looking for a Partner for an Adventure on the High Seas

Hello,

This is a plot that I’ve been wanting to do for a while. But first, here’s some information about me and what I’m looking for:

About Me/Preferences

*My name is Chelsea. I’m a 22 year old female. I was an English major and a theatre minor at college.
*I anticipate this particular plot containing mature content, and will therefore only be comfortable writing with someone who is 18+.
*I’ve been doing the RP thing for about five years. I was on this site before the crash, and I’m pleased to find it back up and running.
*I prefer to write one main female character (third person POV), and however many NPC’s are necessary for what we come up with.
*I prefer to write/communicate via PM.
*I generally stick to 2-4 paragraphs per post, I do tend to get carried away every now and then, but don’t except a novel every time.
*I can usually guarantee a minimum of one post a day; generally I can (and would love to) post more than that (and, of course, if something crazy pops up that will prevent me from hitting that goal/being away for several days, I will absolutely communicate with you what’s going on).
*I love to talk! I want to get to know you outside of just the RP; communication helps build a great relationship and I want to be your friend in addition to being a writing partner.

If all of that floats your boat, here’s the plot I have in mind. In the Background section, there is an OPTION A ending and an OPTION B ending. Depending on which one you pick, there are several different ideas I have for the direction this can go in.

Background

Amelia Pembrooke grew up not knowing her mother, and loving her father more than anything in the world. Her father, Noah, was one of the most renowned blacksmith and sword makers in the land. His swords were praised not only for their beauty, but for their expert craftsmanship, deadly blades, and perfect balance. Mia was trained not only in the art of sword making, but in swordplay as well. And not just by her father; many of the men, pirates and Naval men alike, each traded a trick or two to the girl while they waited for their commission to be finished. By the time Mia was seventeen, she could best just about anybody that came her way with a sword.

One day, when Mia was only eighteen, they had a visitor that they never expected or wanted. The Black Snake, the most feared and deadly pirate in the land, stumbled drunkenly into their shop demanding a sword so fine it would be the envy of everyone on the sea. Her father set a price, and then went to work. Mia kept her distance from the Snake; he frightened her, with his drunken leers and vicious tendencies.

When the sword was finished, Mia couldn't have been happier, for it meant the disappearance of the Snake, hopefully to never return. But, when her father refused to hand over the sword for anything less than the price they had agreed to, the Snake slit Noah's throat and took the sword. Mia watched, horrified, as her father's body crumpled to the ground. The Snake then turned to her, wanting to claim a second prize.

Furious about her father's murder, Mia picked up her father's sword and faced her foe. The Snake was drunk, but put up a deadly fight. Mia had the upper hand, and before long she rammed the sword straight through the man's belly.

OPTION A
With her father dead and nowhere else to go, she quickly thought through available options. She had no other family, and while she thought she was skilled enough to take over the business, people came for her father's swords, and they might not want to pay for her own work. Deciding it was time to make a decision, she took the bag of gold her father had hidden in the house and filled a large bag with as many swords as she could. Then she stripped the long coat that the Snake wore and took his hat. She twisted her brown hair up and stuffed it under the hat, put on the coat--which was just verging on too big, but she needed it if she was going to do what she needed--and finally, she took the black bandana her father always wore around his neck, and tied it up to cover her face. She also took the Snake's pistol, and the sword that her father had died for.

She made her way to the docks, and spotted the Basilisk easily enough. She made her way on board, letting her fury flow through her. Once the crew was gathered on deck and wondering what had happened to their captain, she threw the bag of swords at their feet. "Your Snake is dead," she informed them, lowering her voice a bit and making it sound much rougher. "You can pick up a sword and follow me, and I can promise you riches beyond your wildest dreams. Or you can leave, and no harm will come to you."

And thus, Captain Dread was born, and rumor of his violent killing of the Black Snake and his stealing of the Basilisk spread across the sea. Ten years later, it's still the most feared name on the sea.

OPTION B
With her father dead and nowhere else to go, she quickly thought through available options. She had no other family, and while she thought she was skilled enough to take over the business, people came for her father’s swords, and they might not want to pay for her own work. Deciding it was time to make a decision, she took the bag of gold her father had hidden in the house and filled a large bag with as many swords as she could. Then she stripped the long coat that the Snake wore and took his hat from his head before taking the black bandana her father always wore around his neck and tied it around her wrist. The bandana, and the last sword he had ever made, would be the only reminders of home she took with her.

She put the coat on—which was just verging on too big, but she needed it if she was going to succeed—and donned the Snake’s old hat before making her way to the docks. She spotted the Basilisk easily enough. She made her way on board, letting her fury glow through her. Once the crew was gathered on the deck and wondering what had happened to their captain and why this girl was wearing his accoutrements, she threw the bag of swords at their feet. “Your Snake is dead,” she informed them. “You can pick up a sword and follow me, and I can promise you riches beyond your wildest dreams. Or you can leave, and no harm will come to you.”

A few of the older men left, believing having a woman on board was bad luck, but the majority stayed, deciding to give her a chance. And they were not disappointed.

And thus, Lady Dread was born, and rumor of her violent killing of the Black Snake and her stealing of the Basilisk spread across the sea. Ten years later, it’s still the most feared name on the sea.

Depending on whether you choose OPTION A or OPTION B will dictate how we would proceed in terms of plot. Here are the ideas I had for both A and B.

OPTION A

*Royalty

This can have two different options. Dread decides to kidnap a Prince (or Princess, if you can persuade me) for ransom, growing bored with raiding ships and wanting to try something new. The Prince, once on board, discovers Dread’s secret, and a dangerous game of cat and mouse begins, the roles constantly changing. This particular plot could get a little darker in content, given that Amelia was eighteen when she took on the persona of Dread, and has been disguised as a man for ten years, she doesn’t really know what it means to be a woman.

The other option is a royal stowaway. I don’t have as much fleshed out for this particular one, just that perhaps a member of royalty grows bored with their life and decides to run away, and ends up as a stowaway on the Basilisk.

*Rival Pirate

A rival Pirate, who is quickly making his own name somewhat of a legend, either finally catches up to Dread, or Dread catches up to him. Perhaps Dread gets word of the rival talking trash at a bar that pirates regularly frequent, and decides to eliminate the threat. It proves to be much more of a challenge than anticipated, and either Dread gets captured, or rather than being able to kill the rival he gets captured. Either way, the secret is discovered and the plot can go from there.

OPTION B

*Old Friend/Royal Navy

When Amelia ran away, she not only left behind her home but the only friend she had had growing up, a local boy whose father was a member of the Royal Navy, and frequently sought her father out for swords. The day she leaves, he comes by only to find her father’s body, the Snake’s body, the shop ransacked and Mia missing. He searches for her, has his father try to help, but years go by with no sighting and he eventually gives up.

Ten years later he’s now a Commander in the Royal Navy, and his sole mission is to capture Lady Dread and bring her to justice for her many crimes.

Where we take this is open for discussion. Several options are available, he can succeed and capture her, he could attempt to ambush her ship from the inside and gets caught by one of her crew and taken to her. He gets word that she’s docked in a seedy town, he ditches his uniform for plainclothes and goes to the bar she’s supposed to be at to attempt to capture her. She gets word of his latest promotion, hearing his name is like seeing a ghost, and decides to pay an old friend a visit, not knowing that his first assignment as a commander is to capture Lady Dread, dead or alive; he can’t believe she’s alive, is surprised by her appearance and shocked to learn that she is Lady Dread, and it sparks an argument a sword fight in which one or both is severely wounded, and a relationship that is cat and mouse, chase and capture, flirtatious from her end and angry from his. This is my FAVORITE OPTION, and one I very much would like to play.

*Any of the options from A, just with her being Lady Dread. She would be a very different character, which would change the options and the stories.

If you’re interested, please PM me and we can talk about things. If none of the options above interest you and you have one of your own, I’m also open to that as well!

Thanks,
Chelsea

High Casual - Advanced Partner Search

Added a new plot! Am looking for another partner or two, PM me if you're interested!

High Casual - Advanced Partner Search

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High Casual - Advanced Partner Search

I feel a little awkward about shouting into the void for a writing partner, but I find myself with a considerable amount of free time and an itch to write I haven’t felt in a long time, so, here goes nothing.

About Me/Preferences

*My name is Chelsea. I’m a 22 year old female. I was an English major and a theatre minor at college.
*I’ve been doing the RP thing for about five years. I was on this site before the crash, and I’m pleased to find it back up and running.
*I prefer to write one main female character (third person POV), and however many NPC’s are necessary for what we come up with.
*I’m fine with writing mature themes, as long as you are too.
*I prefer to write/communicate via PM.
*I generally stick to 2-4 paragraphs per post, I do tend to get carried away every now and then, but don’t except a novel every time.
*I can guarantee a minimum of one post a day; generally I can (and would love to) post more than that, but one a day is my minimum (and, of course, if something crazy pops up that will prevent me from hitting that goal/being away for several days, I will absolutely communicate with you what’s going on).
*I love to talk! I want to get to know you outside of just the RP; communication helps build a great relationship and I want to be your friend in addition to being a writing partner.

If all of that floats your boat, then here’s some stuff I have floating in my head. If you don’t see anything that tickles your fancy, still PM me! These are just some ideas I’ve had wiggling around, but I’m not married to/in the mood for one particular plot or another. I would love to just talk and come up with something off the cuff as well!

Ideas/Plots

I’ll start with super basic pairing/tropes, then move up to more wordy plots. I tend to get a little bit rambly with my plot ideas; if there’s one in particular that interests you I would love to discuss things further.

Basic Pairings
*= indicates the role I would prefer to play

& = indicates I have a plot in mind

Boss X Secretary* &
Super-villain X Civilian* &
Royalty X Tourist* &
Pirate* X Royalty &
Dragon(shifter) X Human* &

I’m also always up for revising/modernizing fairytales\myths. Like a modern Hades/Persephone, or a retelling of Beauty and the Beast where the girl is the monster.

True Lies Inspired

Husband and Wife months away from celebrating their five year anniversary. He is a business analyst, a job that requires him to travel quite frequently, and she co-manages a local catering company with her sister. Despite his numerous business trips that require him to be away from home for trips that last anywhere from three days to three weeks, they’re incredibly happy together; plus, the welcome home sex never gets stale. Besides, even though sometimes he’s gone for long stretches, he usually gets long breaks between trips as well. And, he promises her in another five years or so, a promotion will be coming his way that will be the end of the business trips.

But, as their five year anniversary gets closer, his downtime between trips gets shorter and shorter. Her sister, never having particularly warmed to him, suggests maybe not all of the trips are business related. Wife thinks that’s ridiculous, he would never cheat on her. Yes, their marriage isn’t exactly normal, but she’s so happy and so in love. But the thought plants a seed. And the next time her husband comes home, he’s not even there for twenty-four hours before he’s waking her up at 6am to tell her he has to go, he’ll be gone for at least a week.

So, feeling a little upset and confused, she decides to take her sister up on an offer of a vacation. She books a resort stay/hotel room/cruise (close quarters, could be interesting) for a trip that will last five days (long enough to get away, short enough to get back before her husband gets home). However, on her first day there she goes to the hotel bar/the resort restaurant/the cruise pool/bar and spots her husband at the bar, with another woman.

What she doesn’t know, but is about to find out, is that her husband is not a business analyst, but one of the country’s top spies. And she’s about to get caught up in his latest assignment.

Old Friends

They met in middle school and were inseparable best friends all through high school and heading into college. They went to both of their proms together after making a pact that if they didn’t have dates they would be each other’s date. Going into their first year of college together their dorms were on the same floor, and they took a lot of the same classes. At the end of their freshman year, at a party to celebrate the end of exams, they stumbled back to her dorm, drunk and excited about surviving, fell into bed and hooked up.

She was excited. Sure, they had been drunk, and yes, it was messy and sloppy and not ever how she had pictured it happening, but it was something she had wanted to happen. But she wakes up and she’s alone, she doesn’t see him until move-out day, and when they talk, things are stilted and awkward. Eventually he tells her that he thinks it was a mistake, that it shouldn’t have happened, they had been drunk, and he didn’t want to ruin their friendship like that. She takes it with a smile and a nod, punches him on the arm and says of course, it was just a one-time thing, it wouldn’t happen again.

Her first morning back at home, she wakes up and immediately runs to the bathroom to vomit. She sneaks out and comes back with a pregnancy test and sure enough…bingo. She stays up all night talking with her mom about options, what happened and what was said. After laying out all of the options, and being incredibly grateful she has probably the most understandable mom in the world, she transfers schools and they move halfway across the country.

It takes her an extra year and half to get her degree, but she does it and raises her daughter, Katherine, while doing so. Now, a few months shy of Kat’s sixth birthday, she has a job that she loves as a food critic for one of the top food magazine’s in the city; her reviews can make or break a restaurant, and readers especially enjoy her articles because she includes “Kat’s Corner,” where, if the restaurant has a kid’s menu, she takes Kat along and has her review the options available for the twelve and under crowd.

But, the magazine is getting a new editor-in-chief, and everyone’s job could be on the line. The rumors about the new guy stepping in aren’t particularly nice; he’ll be reviewing every one’s work, going along with them to restaurant visits and interviews, to make sure their work is up to snuff. And who does it turn out to be, but the man she hasn’t spoken to in six years, who has no idea that he has a daughter, and has no idea that said daughter will be accompanying them to the city’s newest restaurant that evening.

Soul Mates

I’ve always been curious about the idea of soul-mates in literature. If you’ve seen the movie Timer, I was thinking something along those lines. But instead of a world where you have a device/are born with a timer that counts down to the moment you meet your soul mate, the world I had in mind was a world where you are born with your soul-mates name on your wrist. This could get complicated, on a large scale (people with multiple names, what about different languages, etc.), but the name is written in different “fonts”/handwritings, colors, and you get a first and last name. (The colors have to match, your name must be on the other persons hand, and in general, unless there’s a language difference, the handwriting is the same; so mistakes rarely ever occur).

In this world, with modern technology, it’s very rare for people not to know who/where their soulmate is. There’s the internet and websites dedicated to finding the name, there’s private detectives, language analysts, tv shows and newspaper articles on how “Not to mess up that First Meeting.” There’s also tragedy, people who discover their intended died young, before they could meet. What do you do after the person who was supposed to be the One for you dies? There’s counseling, there’s also dating for people who have lost that someone. There’s so many endless possibilities with this world. A member of Royalty from a country finds out through his families private detectives that his soulmate owns a tiny pastry shop in Paris and has no royal blood in her whatsoever. A famous movie actress discovers her intended works at a dive bar and can barely pay rent. Best friends who grow up living next door; the straight jock who hides his wrist in the locker room because he knows for sure that “David” is not a girls name. ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES.

My thought combines this world with either time travel/alternate dimensions. What happens when a girl is born and she has markings on her wrist that no language analyst can decipher. What happens when she overhears a doctor saying to her parents, “Maybe there was a glitch in the system? Maybe there’s just no one out there for your daughter.” As she watches her older brother, older sister, and younger sister all meet their soul mates. You can’t get rid of the name (people have tried, heartbroken widows clawing at their wrists, it just scars over or comes back as the skin heals itself). So she covers it up with a thick leather wristband; tells people who ask her soul mate died in a car accident before he turned ten. She lies, she smiles, she gets on with her life.

Until her entire family takes a trip to [Scotland/Ireland/New Zealand/Wherever] and she gets hurled back in time/to another world, where the writing on her wrist is the language that they use. This could get interesting if it’s back in time in an unfamiliar place, where she doesn’t speak the language, and she meets the person with her name on their wrist but they can’t communicate (unless whatever sends her back does something like a TARDIS and translates things). I have a lot of different ideas/directions this could go in, and if it sounds like something you’d like to explore, we can discover those things together.

If you have any interest in striking up a conversation/discussion about any of the above, or developing something entirely new together, please contact me through PM.

Thanks so much,
Chelsea