When Leopold Bloom goes out to buy a pork kidney, he sees many people. There’s Larry O’Rourke:
Bald head over the blind. Cute old codger. No use canvassing him for an ad. Still he knows his own business best. There he Is, sure enough, my bold Larry, leaning against the sugarbin in his shirtsleeves watching the aproned curate swab up with mop and bucket.
There is, of course, the “porkbutcher” himself. There’s also “the nextdoor girl at the counter. Would she buy it too, calling the items from a slip in her hand. Chapped: washing soda. And a pound and a half of Denny’s sausages.”
Each of these characters, and really anyone we meet that day, could be said be on her or his own bloomsday odyssey, so let’s write their stories—starting, perhaps, with how the view Bloom himself.
Remember, you can speak as a character using a designation such as *as Dlugacz* or use any other system you can come up with (see previous RPG threads for examples.