Hey all, as you know I’ve been grinding at real life work a lot as of late and have been neglecting in my duties roleplaying for the last several months. While I have been trying to get a thread or two in every now and then, I can’t deny that I’ve been putting everything on the backburner for all the stuff I’ve been doing online for graduate studies and job searching (case and point, I’ve been meaning to send this particular update since the beginning of the week and only now just got to doing it)
As such, I’m resigning to my role at Twisted Roleplay and limiting personal role-playing for brief, special occasions. I by no means plan to cease role-playing indefinitely, and if anyone ever wants to start a thread just shoot me a message, but as a group member I should be contributing a lot more and I sadly can’t find the time to do as such. Perhaps at some point I’ll find the time to pick up where I left off and rejoin my comrades at TRP, but for now I am resigning until I properly fix up my ‘real life’ priorities.
Thank you all for your support and kindness, everyone, and I hope to return with many more candies, ideas and, more importantly, time soon!
I’ll bite; what’s your favorite kind of candy?
Wonka gave them a worrysome smile and a giggle. He was a bit caught up in his thoughts to hear the children question him… but it was clear that there was some sort of miscommunication. He was their guardian? That was something he didn’t expect to ever be; even when Charlie was learning him at the factory, he felt himself more of a mentor than a guardian. He was not parent, especially after the trauma he was only just overcoming in that regard.
"Oh…." Wonka finally replied with a strained smile. "My apologies, children… there must have been some sort of mix-up. Who did you say dropped you off? A Mr. Poe?"
Wonka then remembered the phone call from Mr. Laff… maybe this Mr. Poe was in on some surprise party at the factory with a surprise visit from this obviously well loved relative? If so, the least they could have done was let him in on it; after all, Wonka was great at keeping secrets. Wonka smiled, “Well, I’ll call Mr. Poe and have him pick you up as soon as he possibly can. In the meantime, why not come inside the factory, try some of my latest confectionaries and have a Laff or two!” The Baudelaires stared at him in confusion as he led them into the factory doors. “Especially when any of your favorite relatives might get here!”
The best of the best at keeping secrets.
The children didn’t like to hear that they were dropped off by mistake. They were starting to feel like nothing more than items you may receive by accident in the mail and could simply return if not desired. But they had little choice in the matter…
Once inside, the children felt extremely warm all of a sudden. Not that it didn’t feel pleasant, seeing as it was frightfully cold outside, but it felt more like walking into a sauna than a cozy warm room.
The children quickly took their coats off.
”Where should we put our coats, Mr. Wonka?” Violet looked at the tall man, who swung around to face them.
He said just to toss the coats anywhere. So they did.
The aroma of candy filled the air of the halls as the children followed Mr. Wonka.
They came to a small narrow room with confusing white and black walls. They were instructed to enter, which they did and once closed in, realized there was no way out. They yelped and hollered, until Mr. Wonka re-opened the same door, which now lead to another part of the factory.
”Magista,” Sunny said. (Meaning: “Magic!”).
“Mr. Wonka,” Klaus spoke up. “Where exactly are we going?”
”This place is so big…” Violet said as she looked around their new surroundings. “How do you keep from getting lost around here?”
Before he answered them, Mr. Wonka lead them to another door. As it crept open, the bright light hit the children’s faces. The neon colors of greens and pinks… the heavy scent of chocolate and fruit hung in the air. It was an entire room of candy!
”Yum!” Sunny chimed excitedly.
The children walked with Mr. Wonka down some steps and only what appeared to be candy grass that crunched under their shoes.
They suddenly spotted large twisted peppermint trees and shuttered…
”Best stay clear of those…” Violet whispered. (The children were deathly allergic to peppermints…)
”What is this place?” Klaus asked as he looked around.
It always befuddled Wonka when visitors kept panicking at the inner factory door; you’d think someone would realize how doors are obviously suppose to work! Nevertheless, Wonka replied to the young boy’s inquiry. “Where we’re going is a place made of pure imagination, my Wonkasphere!” He then replied to the young woman,”After several years of roaming the factory day and night thinking about the next big confectionery idea, it’s quite hard to lose track of where you’re going. After all, I DID build the place up!” he replied, before pausing halfway down the hall. “Wait, no, this is the way to the taffy-pulling room, we need to take the hall to the left!”. He awkwardly giggled as they headed toward the Wonkasphere. He slowly opened the doors that enclosed the sugary sweet acres of confectionery plains, which had the children in awe, the eldest scratching her head in confusion. “Welcome to the Wonkasphere, a biosphere of my famous Wonka candy! Feel free to help yourselves to anything you like, especially these peppermint braches, they’re almost in the perfect season! Let me know what you think!” As the children began to explore the Wonkasphere, he gave them a last minute warning, “Oh, keep away from the chocolate waterfall though, we’ve…. had some problems with that in the past…”
((OH MY GOD
I FEEL SO INCREDIBLY STUPID FOR NEVER REALIZING THE NAME OF THE CANDY STORE BEFORE!!!!))
(( last post didn’t save so I’ll sum this up quickly…. I’m taking the GRE soon and plan to buckle down for the next week to finish studying for that and plan to catch up with all of my threads once I get back. I know I’m currently working with violet-baudelaire-the-inventor but also need to catch up with Sarah and Betelgeuse, if I’m missing any other threads let me know. Going to try to at least make another entry to the Baudelair thread before I go into this hiatus. Thanks and stay sweet! -Wonka ))
As Mr. Poe drove off through the snow covered streets„ the Baudelaires were once again left standing in a strange new town preparing themselves to meet a relative they had never heard of. The three siblings had been left in from of a pair of large iron gates which had two large iron Ws on the front. Klaus held up a piece of paper.
“Mr… Wonka?” Klaus raised a brow and glanced at his sister.
Violet shrugged. “Never heard of him.”
The siblings marveled at the size of the factory. They hadn’t been to a factory since the Lucky Smells Lumber Mill. This was far bigger than it. No logs or trees in sight… a good sign for the Baudelaires.
Just as they stepped closer, the gates opened slowly on their own.
An intercom came on with a gentleman’s voice calling out.
Violet picked up Sunny out of the snow and moved into the front area of the factory with Klaus. The gates closed and the factory grew before them.
As they stepped into the shadow that the building cast, the doors opened to reveal a rather… disturbing sight.
A… puppet show?
As the puppets sang, Sunny tilted her head.
”Cresha bad…” she said. (Meaning: “Those puppets do not look pleasant.”)
Klaus and Violet agreed. As the show stopped, a throne rose from the ground with a man sitting sideways in it, twirling a cane and wearing a tall top hat. Was this their new guardian?
Wonka was gleeful to hear that another group of taste testers were coming to visit the factory. He had received a call from a Mr. Laff about the news and that he would be coming by afterward to pick them up and to ignore any possible screams of joy he might hear them make once they were reunited, whatever that meant. Nevertheless, the puppets had been fully repaired and most of the kinks of the show were tweaked to not catch on fire so he figured he might as well entertain his visitors.
Wonka rose out of the ground in his chair and walked over to the group with flashcards in hand. “Greetings, I am Willy Wonka, founder of the Wonka Candy Corporation. I want to thank you for cooperating with us and volunteering for today’s taste-tests, which we are legally obligated to ensure you will be completely safe.” Wonka gave the kids a smile before realizing their attention was still focused towards the puppets, which had apparently caught on fire again. Most of the kinks were tweaked.
He giggled awkwardly. “Well, I guess we still need to work out some of the kinks on that, but I assure you that today will be a great day for testing!” Wonka was still not fully used to children but these three seemed well behaved enough, albeit a bit confused looking. “That is why you’re here, right?”
((I found out today they stopped making Wonka Exceptionals in February and am deeply, deeply saddened. :( ))