…seen a gold fairy and made eye contact with it!! …went to Portugal. …had super gush-worthy food and drink experiences. …watched movies and shows through the eyes of Source. …seen dazzling atmospheres. …received incredible-feeling flattery. …won first place in a beauty pageant. …been called stunning! …had high self-esteem! …felt vain as fuck! …felt on top of the world! …looked great! …been completely satisfied with the way I look, naturally!! …had a boyfriend! …vacationed in Florida! …went to an amazing beach resort in Mexico! …consumed A LOT of high quality food!! …been called brick wall!! …been an exceptional soccer player (exceptional at defense!)! …shined at sprints on the track team!! …had fun with art assignments and essays!! …felt confident! …been surprised and delighted!
This has been done before—twice that I know of!! So for it to be “original”—it must be heavily subverted…like Wanda/Vision meets Ground Hog Day meets Sidekicks.
Consider theme (mindset) and corresponding goal…
What if one of them is making the day repeat (like in the comic with the future assassin who’s the MC’s x-boyfriend’s son—she was the antagonist all along <<twist>>)? I like upbeat stories and twists, keeping that in mind.
A goal could be to break the loop…already done.
The goal could be to achieve something epic—like what if the MC is someone who can manipulate time, and for the best outcome she keeps repeating the day over and over!! Even BETTER—what if she keeps repeating the day (deliberately), over and over again because of the side character—either Irredeemable plot and/or stalker?! The best outcome for the world would be for the two of them to come together, but she’s not into him/ready for love (cliche!!)… she’s unaware that wooing him is the best possible option!! Sleeping with the Enemy (my idea of the plot) meets Irredeemable meets Cupid.
I’d like a MORE upbeat plot—I did get the thought of “psychopaths/sociopaths” in the business world… what if a new girl with the biggest heart runs into one such man and keeps rewinding time to beat him at his own game (that is, succeed in the business world as a compassionate human being!!)!! A dark Tin Man meets Glinda meets Business 101. With her power, it’s easy to come out on top—at least it used to be, until she met him.
“Businesspeople are the backbone of the economy. You could define a businessperson as a jack-of-all-trades when it comes to making and spending money. You can find them in virtually every organization buying and selling goods, managing operations, supervising workers, balancing the books and overseeing finances.”
Powerful alignment Amazements and attraction/alignment Satisfaction and (the) superb Savoring and (the) spice of life Interests that fill you and invest-fulness One’s eternal-ness and on top of the world Newness and noteworthy
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Ponder: What fills you up? Analog that which fulfills you. Savor more, Satisfaction is the game Invest in your joy. One is eternal after all. Now is always the time to be passionate about life.
Summary: While three modern day geeks are playing Battlestar Galactica—an adventure board game—they shift into a universe pre/post the events of Battlestar Galactica…
The game is played on an app and is set in the far, futuristic future.
In the game, the players control their own fellowship and use strategy to build up their skills.
Along the way they meet Galaxy Trucker.
RE: The animal bit… could be a pet hypnotized (or something) to steal something?!
For Lana, the 1920’s-1960’s was her obsession. From her chronic fantasies to her wardrobe and decor—it was all lavishly inspired by that time. Her Carol Lombard poster was the first thing she saw when she woke up—Carol being a pinnacle of 30’s old Hollywood glamour she couldn’t get enough of.
Showered and dressed (in pretty vintage fashion), Lana existed her spacious, cozy bedroom into the long hallway leading to the main building.
She wasn’t a teacher, guard, scientist, engineer, cook, cleaner; she didn’t hold a position at the institution. Nor was she one of the children being brought up at the institution since infancy, she was turning 42 in just a couple more week.
[Scene:] Shot of the large establishment as Lana enters the main building (think on a grand scale like that of the TVA in Loki), Lana perky and impressed, her blonde hair in her usual Joan Davis inspired updo.
Genres: Mystery (upbeat).
Spoiler: The children are being held at the institution because of “Bernstein/Bernstain conundrum”. Since the start of the 21st century, children had began disappearing…
July 17, 1976 45 years to this day, Sheriff Wiseman was born to a sweaty couple in NYC during a heatwave and power outage. Despite the traffic, the Wiseman’s had arrived safely to the hospital right at the knick of time. The police hadn’t escorted them, but because officers had made an appearance while Lana was breathing through it in the taxi cab, emotions heightened, the sirens piercing—when she later held her newborn boy, she decided that Sheriff would be his name. Ben went along with it, collapsed in the room’s arm chair—his body gelled to the cushions, the atmosphere dazzling, his mind in a daze. He wiped his brow with his pointer finger. “Sheriff,” he murmured, “Sounds like hope.”
Present Day Sheriff was grocery shopping in the produce aisle, listening to the song playing on his air buds—A Change is Gonna Come (featuring Lizzo); he loved the original, but then his sister introduced him to St. Paul’s version and he was hooked.
At check out, he looked over the magazine section—one of which called out to him and he reached out for it. Glossing the cover was a man in his early 30s, arms open, a big smile on his face—the title reading, “The Meaning of Life; by Philosopher Maverick Ileac Jr.” Flipping to his article, he reads, “…philosopher Iddo Landau suggests that all of us have everything we need for a meaningful existence—“ “You’re up,” the person behind him pipes up, the man was wearing a garish purple jacket and half his size. He places the magazine on the concierge belt…
Later that night, he looks up Maverick Ileac Jr….
12 years prior to coming face to face with Daphne in the mysterious log cabin, Bekan, son of Erland and Ivana Valgard and brother of Booth, Bothi, and Bothe, born and raised in Norway, woke up in a forest—familiar to him, just a few miles from his home, still piss drunk from the night before, wanting more than just fables… He recalled a man, tall and dark skinned, talking about myths from his country—Portuguese nymphs that could shape shift and had super human strength; and Chinese dragons, a hodge-podge of 9 other animals.
antlers of a deer head of a camel? neck of a snake belly of a clam scales of a carp claws of an eagle paws of a tiger ears of an ox
He sang aloud, trekking back home.
Stepping out of the forest and into an open field, covered in fog, he felt his boot hit a path… the fog began to clear clear and he could make out buildings he’s never seen before. The path was peculiar, but he ventured further onto it. Seeing the same song again, changing the animals in it.
Author’s Note: These events lead up to him seeing Daphne for the first time at the log cabin.
Inside a wooden cabin, 4 stories high, deep in a vibrant forest, there was a beautiful cabinet—lavender and gold, with thick columns and watery clear glass that never dusted. And inside the cabinet were many enticing pieces—artifacts, tech of and out of this world; then there was (on the second shelf, to the left side) a jar beautifully painted and skillfully crafted: Inside—you had fables, all real and tangible and sweet. To get into the cabinet—and to the jar—you just need to let it happen, and it will, in a blink of an eye.
And on May 21st, the day before the 22nd of May 2019, Daphne had wished for a retreat—far, far away from the black & white party she wasn’t ready for. A party that would be a first and so far off from her comfort zone…
5 years after Daphne blinked herself into an ethereally domed forest, she made herself at home in the cabin. A first for the cabin. Until Daphne, people would come and then go—the longest was a month. Five years, the cabin thought, is a bit excessive. Daphne, however, was the first to come not for enlightenment, but a major pause.
And within those 5 years, she was in total peace and tranquillity, and totally taken care of and perfectly tended to by the cabin; and no one else came.
It was bedtime and Daphne was comfortable under her sheets and coiffed pillows and in her lavender night dress. Shutting off the lights with the closing of her eyes, she began thinking about home, her other home, stuck in time, awaiting her return. “22…” she thought, “It’ll be the 22nd when I—.” The lights immediately turn on as her eyes shoot open at the sound of glass breaking downstairs. Getting out of bed, slowly, she slips into her slippers and silently opens her bedroom door.
Meanwhile, downstairs, is a huge oaf of a man, clad in Viking arm, muscles straining against his everything, with a clay red hair and emerald green eyes, drunkenly hitting into every piece of furniture to the cabin’s awe and amazement—everything in front of him a war path.
“What is that?” Daphne asked the cabin adamant about getting rid of whatever was causing the ruckus—she knew the cabin had her back, whatever it might be, so she continued down the stairs, silently.
Reaching the last step, the crashing ensuing, looking over to her left at the ceiling high doors leading to the study and the source of the noice. And with one final leap down to the tiled foyer a tin pale hit the floor rather loudly. She blamed the cabin for making the noise. And the study became quiet, she immediately turned to run upstairs, when the doors burst open—the man putting a hand to his forehead, looking downcast, eyebrows furrowed, “I~. Do you mind—I have quit(e) the ache.” Keeping her in place. He gave off no animosity. Looking up at her, he continued, “Lang time nae see. It’s been a funky since a last see ye. Haven't changed a bit, 'ave you?”
Oct 5, 2021 “Who wants to see the monster move?!” The five year old shouts. Claudia’s grandmother offers her a warm roll on the kitchen counter, it’s right before dinner and Claudia is immersed in the imaginary and everything fun and delightful—through her eyes the world is so vivid, dazzling, and colorful.
Year 4931 Preetha embellishes her stories like she does her mashed potatoes—with lots of cheese (raw and grass-fed). Cheesy only in the best of ways. She was almost done regaling to the her co-workers, when Claudia—now 47 and a half—looked down at her half eaten pastrami stick. She muses about being in Italy. “—and that was when—BANG—the band plays right when she picked up her hat!”
Later that day Claudia begins seeing the most unusual hat in her head. She picks it up and puts it on her head. Then like the woman in the story, she parades around the room of onlookers in all of her glory and vice and announces, “I will funnel you! And you! And you!” Pointing towards the crowd she’s encircled in, “To Italy and beyond!!”
Note: Italy had been transplanted to another planet in sector 45 of Galaxy Princeton just 93 years before. Her great, great grandmother had been born and raised. And to get there you could either grab a cab, use a tablet, or basic witchcraft. *Funneling is done to teleport on a massive scale.
Snapping her back to reality, she receives a call on line 1–it’s Ariel Code read HG—2000 (Washington, in sector 3, one of the earliest places to be transplanted from Earth). “Hello, this is Claudia Clemens for CC3–“ A gruff voice from the other end mutters, “Am I on a private line?” He repeats the same question again to his Vancouver (*all-purpose bot). “Oh for the love of Samsara—VINNY you’re a bucket of bolts and frayed hardwires, I—“ the phone cuts off. Unbeknownst to the people at CC3, the call was scrubbed from existence.
Days later… Claudia is checking herself out in her bathroom mirror, pursing her lips, with her hands on her lips in her full length mirror—when she received a notification. A free, all-expense-paid trip to the capital of Italy: Rome. “Turn around bright eyes,” sings softly behind her—the monster in her closet. She takes five paces towards it, pauses, then opens all doors with a push of a button. Picking up her all black vacation bag, she accepts the trip (scamming being a thing of the past, she would often win cool things, including trips around the galaxy, and her vacation-time was vast).
