The world is much like Fallen London - a sweeping, intricate city, located entirely underground. Darkly Victorian in flavor, it is a world rife with danger, thick with rats, riddled with beer, and threaded through with phosphorescing poetry and startlingly shining spots of beauty. The world above is so distant as to be unknown; the folk who have traveled down here from the Above have no wish to return, wanting to forget or be forgotten. Most live their lives Beneath.
I have more shapes than disting plot in mind, thus far; I see someone scraping out an existance as an odd-jobber and runnerman, carrying messages, killing rats, retrieving packages lost in the mudwastes, and trading in overheard whispers and stolen secrets to make a bit of extra for comfort.
He is good at what he does. He has built reputation for efficiency, and moreover for trustworthiness (in his jobs, at least), which is a decidedly rare quality in the Underneath. It is for this task that he is hired for a transport job - but when he arrives he is not handed a package, but given the care of a heavily cloaked figure to escort.
Somewhere along the route, they are attacked - and the cloaked young woman it turns out is every bit as able in fending off their attackers as he. There is more mystery to her as well.
Will he deliver the package and be done with her? Will he decide to unravel the mystery?
I have no preference for male versus female writers - anybody who can write well can write either gender satisfactorily, in my experience.
I tend mostly to write in the evenings; I am located in EST.
If the idea entices you, and you'd like to help shape this story with me, please contact me. <3