Ever have an idea that you think up offhandedly, probably while drunk, that won’t dislodge itself from your head?

Well, that’s The Curio for me.

It’s a story of a college kid who inherits this building. But it’s wrong, you see. The building is wrong. The inside is way too big to fit in that squat gray building. There’s a ballroom, a whole library and the dozens of bedrooms. It probably doesn’t help that the building was willed to the kid by crazy uncle Franz, who no one had seen in years, and no one could ever remember having the financial where with all to own any sort of property, let alone a freestanding building in a fashionable college part of town.

You see it turns out that mad old Uncle Franz wasn’t so crazy after all. He was an Esoteric. A member of the Community of Esoteric Scientists. Or in layman’s terms – he was a mage. A practitioner of the arts and sciences that the rest of the world chose to forget about. And the Curio was his responsibility to the Community. One that he chose to shirk. And with his death, the Curio has passed on to his chosen heir, our college kid. To the Esoterics, the Curio is place of sanctuary. Here they can gather safely, research their experiments, restock their supplies and rest their heads after a long journey.

So now the main character has had all sorts of bizarre responsibility thrust upon him, in addition to his student work and other relationships. He finds himself straddling two worlds, and the only people who know what’s going on are his girlfriend and football player best friend. Both of whom came with him that first night he visited the Curio.

The thing is a story-based serial with no real ending. The only plot points I have are the football player best friend accidentally opening up a living grimoire and inadvertently becoming a genius because of it. And the slow revelation that the all the Esoterics coming to the Curio are fleeing from something, something none of them will openly talk about. And maybe that mad old Uncle Franz isn’t dead, and that the Community just declared it so they could pass the Curio on to some one who could keep it open. And the eventual conflict when Franz shows back up claiming rights to what is his.

I’ve got a couple thousand words kicking around in a Word document right now that I want to distill into a very tight pitch that I can pass out to an interested artist, but holy crap. The set up is just so big.

And I didn’t even get to the Man in White. Or the dragon roost on the roof. Or why the basement is locked. Or what they are all running from.

And yes, it’s meant to be a comic book.