(Hey guys, I wanted to apologize again for the drought of RPing, it’s getting close to finals week and the last minute projects due aren’t helping much. I’m hoping that this Friday I can start up a new thread, reply to two other long overdue threads with Sarah and BJ as well as hit up the chatroom. Sorry again!
Wonka smiled as he handed the young woman a candy drop, grasping her hand tightly as he dumped the treat into her palm. “It’s only a bit of cinnamon mixed with the greatest stuff, come heaven or hell!”
Wonka giggled, reaching his sticky fingers into his pocket and pulling out a blood red syrup drop. “Try this, Mr. Betelgeuse” he grinned.
Wonka headed into the processing room in the dead of night, curious as to what machine could possibly be running at this hour. Quietly but curiously he strolled to the back of the room, approaching an odd looking machine with a red velvet sheet over it. He pulled the sheet away to reveal a twisted pink and green machine with various levers and dials aligning each side and square inch of the contraption….. except for a giant red button seated above a vending slot. “I don’t recall ever making anything like this….” Wonka thought aloud, tempted to push the giant button. After another quick inspection he decided that it couldn’t hurt…. after all, even if produced a dastardly candy with a wicked side effect, he was THE candy man! Nothing could ever stop the genius that is Wonka!
At last, Wonka pushed the button, causing the gears and inner mechanisms of the malicious machinery to whir and grind. At long last, a small, blood red cough drop popped out of the machine and seconds later into Wonka’s mouth. It was an odd taste….. quite like cinnamon except with some sourness to it that…. slowly resorted into a heated, bubbling sensation like acid to the skin! Wonka panicked and tried to spit out the corrupt confectionery but couldn’t seem to control his mouth or any other part of his body for that matter. He screamed and fell to the floor as his vision became blurred and darkened.
Several hours later, as the factory was about to begin production for the day, Wonka pulled himself off of the floor with his torn gloves and crumpled hat, giggling maniacally. “Interesting…” he said with a grin. “I feel maliciously giddy today…. like I WANT to start a lawsuit!”He cackled and laughed as he licked his fingers of the acidic residue of the tainted hard candy. “Morality Drops… that sounds like a fitting name….” To the average consumer, the candy would seem just like any other normal Wonka treat, but this time the packing would be holding a much darker product. “Judging from my own testing, it should be able to turn the pure wicked….. and the wicked pure! It will cause mass hysteria! Good children will become hellraisers and villains will be heroes… the insanity it would cause!” Wonka cackled again, pressing his finger against the factory intercom. “Attention, you tribal ingrates…” he boomed, “It seems we have a new product ready for launch… I want you to mass produce these new Morality Drops,” he giggled, “… and distribute them to anyone you see for product promotion.”
((Happy April Fools Day everyone! I figured I might as well share the madness with a bit of a “magic anon”-esque effect for the day/week/month (whatever you feel is best!) Morality Drops turn good characters bad and bad characters good, or at least as inverse as your character’s morality can get. So come one! Come all! Grab a sweet with a nasty sour aftertaste!
Also, maybe it might be interesting to get some asks for Evil Wonka to answer! :D))
Wonka was a bit depressed that he still hadn’t gotten the kinks worked out of the last animatronic welcoming committee he had for his original golden ticket winners, but figured that since only one more of his hundreds and hundreds of tickets were found and only one guest was visiting today, it was a perfect way to avoid potential lawsuit. Besides, he didn’t want to melt the latest confectionery masterpiece he had concocted. “Welcome, Ms. Sarah, to my chocolate factory.” Wonka smiled, reading off his notecards. “I shake you firmly by….” Wonka frowned for a moment at the card, wondering why he still had that line written on the card…. best to avoid it from now on. He smiled back at the young woman and with a nod led her into the factory. “Now, Ms. Sarah, I should let you know that the Oompa Loompas usually conduct some background checks on golden ticket recipients since…” Wonka paused, best not to mention the snobby little rich girl, the fat little pig or any of the other recipients.
“I understand that you have a particular history with mazes, am I correct?”In her confusion of how he could possibly know her, the eccentrically dressed man opened the gate and ushered her into the factory before she could even question it. As he spoke, Sarah’s jaw dropped open in surprise. A golden ticket?! She had no memory of finding such a thing. And she would have remembered such an outstanding event as that. She had dreamed of finding one of those tickets, but that’s all they were; dreams. And now here she was in the chocolate factory with Willy Wonka himself guiding her through it. Even though she had fantasized about being able to do this exact same thing, knew that it would be wrong to just go along with it and not fess up. There must have been a mistake.
She was begrudgingly about to tell him that he must have had the wrong Sarah, but he quickly quieted her tongue when he made a reference to the labyrinth she solved years ago. How on earth could he possibly know that? “Yes, I have experience with a rather large maze.” She nervously giggled. “Those sure are some Oompa Loompas to be able to find such things out about me.” Sarah didn’t even know what Oompa Loompas were, but figured she would soon find out. And how were they able to find that out about her? It really wasn’t something she generally went around telling people about. It most definitely had to be her that he was talking of. It would be far too much of a coincidence otherwise. What a delightful and unexpected thing to happen. Hopefully he wouldn’t ask her to present said ticket. She couldn’t help the toothy grin she gave him as she walked with him further into his factory, eager and excited to see what lay ahead.
Wonka smiled as they walked into one of the factory’s more recreational rooms, a candy-coated rainforest built to make some of the sadder Oompa Loompas feel like they were back home in Oompa-Loompa Land, minus the Vermicious Knids, of course. Wonka walked up to one of the dessert logs near the edge of the faux forest and pulled a pith helm off of a small hanger attached to it, replacing it with his signature top hat and proceeding to pull a machete out of his cane to cut through the mint leaves until they came upon a mass of chocolate walls. “Here,” he started while handing her a small caramel arrow, “Is our own personal maze we’ve created for this particular treat. I’ve heard you’ve had experiences with mazes, so I was wondering if you’d be interested in helping me test out my latest confectionery: Caramel Compasses!”
(( Really, really sorry guys, I had a lot of plans to step up the posts this weekend but with an exam, two interviews, a boat load of homework, 1 film project and 1 paper all due next week, I don’t think I’m going to have time to sleep let alone keep my creativity up. Next week is Spring Break so I really, REALLY hope to kick things up then
Sarah stood at the wrought iron gates of the Wonka chocolate factory. Even the air outside of it smelled heavenly. His candies were simply the best that Sarah had ever tasted; she especially liked his chocolate above all other brands. She tilted her head and closed her eyes, inhaling deeply.
Wonka was a bit depressed that he still hadn’t gotten the kinks worked out of the last animatronic welcoming committee he had for his original golden ticket winners, but figured that since only one more of his hundreds and hundreds of tickets were found and only one guest was visiting today, it was a perfect way to avoid potential lawsuit. Besides, he didn’t want to melt the latest confectionery masterpiece he had concocted. “Welcome, Ms. Sarah, to my chocolate factory.” Wonka smiled, reading off his notecards. “I shake you firmly by….” Wonka frowned for a moment at the card, wondering why he still had that line written on the card…. best to avoid it from now on. He smiled back at the young woman and with a nod led her into the factory. “Now, Ms. Sarah, I should let you know that the Oompa Loompas usually conduct some background checks on golden ticket recipients since…” Wonka paused, best not to mention the snobby little rich girl, the fat little pig or any of the other recipients.
“I understand that you have a particular history with mazes, am I correct?”
((For reals this time. I might even be able to squeeze in some work on a thread late tomorrow night. Just one more day, I promise
