In my WIP I'm borrowing some characters from Hamlet/Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead. In my story the Players need my time-(and reality)-traveling teenage (ttt) football player to help them get to Elsinore. One scenario I've come up with is that one of their cart wheels has broken, and they use him on one corner of the cart to "play the part of a wheel."
My own real-life 17yo son says he would turn their 4-wheeled cart into a three-wheeled cart with the weight at the rear, and that they would need him to keep re-repairing it.
Would either of these work, for a journey of say a mile or two? Any other ideas, either for the cart wheel idea or for another way to force the ttt and the players to stick together for a while?
They won't give him his magic time-travel coin back until they're at the castle, so he's motivated to help them.
FWIW, here's a clip of the movie of R&G are Dead, which includes a cart. In my version the cart is smaller and the wheels are solid wood. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DgxlbQSV1UY
And here is what I have written:
Getting the cart to the castle was sheer torture. The horses would roll it until it stopped on the broken part of the wheel, and then three of us would lift the rear corner until it got to unbroken wheel. Roll, roll, roll, clunk. Lift. Roll, roll, roll, clunk. Lift. It was slow going, but fortunately we didn’t have far to go.
My own real-life 17yo son says he would turn their 4-wheeled cart into a three-wheeled cart with the weight at the rear, and that they would need him to keep re-repairing it.
Would either of these work, for a journey of say a mile or two? Any other ideas, either for the cart wheel idea or for another way to force the ttt and the players to stick together for a while?
They won't give him his magic time-travel coin back until they're at the castle, so he's motivated to help them.
FWIW, here's a clip of the movie of R&G are Dead, which includes a cart. In my version the cart is smaller and the wheels are solid wood. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DgxlbQSV1UY
And here is what I have written:
Getting the cart to the castle was sheer torture. The horses would roll it until it stopped on the broken part of the wheel, and then three of us would lift the rear corner until it got to unbroken wheel. Roll, roll, roll, clunk. Lift. Roll, roll, roll, clunk. Lift. It was slow going, but fortunately we didn’t have far to go.