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Post by The Nutty Chocolatier on Jul 31, 2006 9:50:49 GMT -5
"Groovy!" Nutty exclaimed. "Dear Willy is already at the factory, 'working' as they call it. So! Everyone take a Hop Pop super-quick, toss one of these delightful treats down your gullet, and shout THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY as loud as you can."
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Post by The Poetic Protégée on Jul 31, 2006 14:45:36 GMT -5
Loud enough, Nutty?
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Post by The Nutty Chocolatier on Jul 31, 2006 21:27:22 GMT -5
Nutty burst out with a giggle like an ostrich might yodel and murmured, a bit shy, "It'll do." The chocolatier ate her own piece of candy, and a few long moments passed. Then all of a sudden, the three felt a strange rumbling in their stomachs that squirmed and wriggled its way up up UP their necks and before anyone had time to construct a protest, they all gave a unanimous and completely involuntary POP! from their mouths. In an instant quite inconceivable to the human brain, they all magically plopped down onto the floor of the Chocolate Room. The grass was still a vivid emerald, the candy apple blossoms still a shocking red, and there, about three meters away, flowed the chocolate river of lore-- bubbly, umber and rich as ever. Both the Earl and Jay looked around a little wide-eyed when they first caught sight of this new and wondrous location. There just wasn't any getting used to that kind of place. There was a cough. The frilly-cuffed couple turned around. Nutty leaned against a nearby tree, as if she'd been waiting a year, with Willy Wonka attached to her arm. An awkward pause followed, as Willy had a bit of an inferiority complex as it were, and meeting another Johnny and his Angel with hair comparable to his own was..... well, reason for an anxiety attack & that's enough said, methinks. "I err..." said Nutty, eyes darting to and fro between the others. Jay was a bit nervous herself. She wasn't sure what John would sa-- But then the Earl swept forward without warning, gracefully cleared his throat and gave a slight bow to their counterparts. "How do you do." He greeted politely, and held out his hand to shake Wonka's. Jay suddenly smiled, grateful that her Johnny's manners were not going to be a problem in what was already a difficult situation. She took a step towards Wonka, and curtised. "How are you, Willy? It's been a while." ...By now there were two hands extended in Willy Wonka's direction, and he hadn't the faintest idea what to do with them. To be frank, Willy was not a fan of this strange man's hand, which looked as if it hadn't been thoroughly washed in who knows how long. And this girl! Oof. "Uh... hi." he squeaked, and tried a quick wave in their general direction. No success. This was not going well. "Cue cards!" Nutty suggested in a violent whisper. She stamped his foot. "OUCH! Oh, right. Kay. Uh... just one second, kiddos." Willy giggled insanely. Then he jerked away from them all and began rifling animately through his coattails, which was a tricky thing to do when your coat is still on. The situation ended up with Willy walking quickly in jolting, animatronic circles while Nutty looked on with mild curiosity, John Wilmot with something of a grimace, and Jay with mixed stupefaction. [Your turn. ]
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Post by The Undaunted Doña on Jul 31, 2006 22:13:48 GMT -5
LOL! This is funny..cant wait for Jay's part!
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Post by The Caribbean Crusader on Jul 31, 2006 22:24:36 GMT -5
[Had to pop in to say I love your Charlie sig, Nutty. ]
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Post by The Nutty Chocolatier on Aug 1, 2006 1:32:58 GMT -5
[Thanks, Green horn. ;D And Capp'n, WHO DOESN'T?! Charlie and Johnny... it's almost a tie. Almost. ]
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Post by The Poetic Protégée on Aug 1, 2006 6:51:04 GMT -5
"Do you think we should help him?" Jay asked her Johnny as Willy continued his struggle with his coat. The Earl, who had adopted his much practised bored face, surveyed the strange creature before him before answering.
"No."
Before Jay could even think of scolding him on his callousness, there was a loud cry of 'Ah-ha!' and with an expression of sweet victory Willy Wonka held up a thick wadge of cue cards all neatly emblazoned with his trademark initials. He cleared his throat as beside her, the Earl rolled his eyes. Jay elbowed him swiftly in the ribs before returning her attention to her hosts.
"Ahem," said Willy glancing once at Nutty who gave him an encouraging nod, "Welcome to the Factory!"
There was a pause. Realising some sort of response was desired, Jay said, rather too enthusiastically, "Thanks!" The Earl snorted with laughter but recovered quickly at a sword sharp glare from his Angel. Willy flipped to another cue card and continued.
"I trust your journey here met with satisfaction," he said pronouncing the words as if he had never read aloud before, "We've never tried the hop pops before on...people. I'm glad it was a success." He grinned at them.
Both Jay and the Earl turned a little pale but neither Willy nor Nutty seemed to notice. Willy flipped to a new cue card, gloves squeaking.
"Brunch will also be composed entirely of new inventions," he continued, "I hope you enjoy them. Please follow Nutty and keep your hands inside the vehicle at all times." Willy did not seem the least bothered by the fact that there was no vehicle in sight, neither did Nutty who leapt onto centre stage like an excited squirrel.
"This way!" she said loudly before turning on her heel and stalking away across the edible grass, Willy on her arm.
"What does he mean by new inventions?" the Earl asked as he and Jay followed at a discretely safe distance. He seemed to find their surroundings disturbing rather than wondrous and was clinging to Jay as if she was a liferaft.
"It means we're in for quite a time, I expect," Jay replied trying to sound positive rather than terrified. Nutty and Willy strode on before them happily discussing the delights to come, blissfully unaware of their guests misgivings. Jay just hoped that they made it home the right size, shape and colour.
[All yours, Nuttycake!]
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Post by The Nutty Chocolatier on Aug 1, 2006 22:43:32 GMT -5
As the grass hills rolled away under their feet, parts of the Chocolate Room came into sight that few had ever had the chance to see. A whole variety of new trees and bushes seemed to wiggle and wobble as they walked by, and though their leaders seemed oblivious to them, Jay could have sworn that one strange plant made a move for Wilmot’s trouser leg.
“Are they meant to be doing that?” Jay called out to those up ahead.
“A- what? Oh sure,” Willy murmured half-heartedly.
“Well now I feel very safe. Thanks.”
"...you're welcome."
They walked on for a long time. John Wilmot had no idea where they were being led, nor did Jay, and they were too afraid to ask. Then, without any clear distinction, the landscape completely changed. Where once they had been walking on green grass they now trod on tile, the outdoor lighting had given way to a more clinical atmosphere, the plants had disappeared, and now up ahead they could see nothing but an eerie fog where a few nondescript lights seemed to be hovering. Jay wondered faintly how they could have walked into a totally different room without knowing it. And what was worse: the chocolatiers had disappeared. They weren’t in front of them anymore. All they could see were their feet and the luminous fog in this alien, new room.
The Earl and his Angel stopped in their tracks. They turned around, and saw that the place from whence they came wasn’t a place… it was a wall. Their only exit had vanished.
“Well…” John began smugly, as he turned back around to survey the limited scenery.
“Well… what?” asked Jay.
“Well, I was going to comment on the utter absurdity to this whole event, and of this madman you insist on us following, but I think now perhaps my words are a tremendous understatement.”
Jay glared at him. But as she opened her mouth to retort a scolding, she was interrupted. Far too abruptly, a terrifying noise erupted from everywhere all at once. Jay and the Earl covered their ears and felt their knees buckle. It was fantastic; the sounds shook the whole room. Then there was a sharp and terribly loud SQUEAK as if someone had dropped a microphone, followed quickly by a change in volume. The noise was spun down to a non-fatal level, and after a few seconds they could actually begin to make out the lyrics to a song. . .
willy wonka, willy wonka, the amazing chocolatier, willy wonka, willy wonka, everybody give a cheer—
The tune got no farther. It died instantly, as did the lights around them, and without any warning at all they were thrown into absolute darkness and silence.
A pause followed, and the Earl popped his lips.
[Woot! Take it, Jay! ;D]
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Post by The Poetic Protégée on Aug 2, 2006 12:58:18 GMT -5
After a few fruitless seconds groping into the gloom, Jay found John's hand and held on tightly.
"Scared?" her inimitable Johnny asked mockingly.
"No," retorted Jay, "Well...maybe...a little."
"I'm not surprised," said John, "Who knows what's going to happen to us next." He moved closer to her.
"What are you doing?" Jay asked as he leaned even closer. Surely he wasn't thinking...
"What does it feel like I'm doing?" Of course he was.
Being quite unable to resist a kiss from her Johnny, Jay completely forgot where they were but was soon sharply reminded when dazzling white light suddenly erupted all around them. Nutty and Willy were revealed, both seated on one side of an enormous, polished oak table that was now in the middle of what looked to be a grand, old English dining room. Both of them were staring horrified at their unsuitably entwined guests.
With a huge force of will born of mortification, Jay wrenched herself free of John's arms but nothing could hide the magnificient shade of scarlet her face had turned.
"I'm going to kill you, Wilmot," she hissed. The Earl smirked, clearly not embarressed in the slightest.
"Er....yes....well....that didn't exactly turn out as planned," said Nutty, doing her best to cover the noise of Willy's gloves squeaking beside her, "But we're all here now...would you care to join us?"
"Would be delighted," said John, "Darling?" Jay narrowed her eyes, muttering curses, but took his extended hand and together they approached the table.
"This whole room was Willy's idea," said Nutty proudly, "He thought you'd be more at home in this setting." It was a truly magnificient room, more in the style of a royal palace than what Jay was used to. John, however, seemed quite pleased at the thought that someone thought this would suit him.
"Very kind of you, Willy," said Jay, "Thank you."
Willy, who had not yet recovered from seeing....that, gave a nervous grin before returning his gaze to his knife and fork. Nutty patted him consolingly on the arm.
"Ready for the first course? Because I sure am," she said brightly. With a snap of her fingers, a door behind her opened and two large trays floated forwards towards the table. As they got closer, Jay saw that they were not floating at all but being carried.
"What in God's name are they?" asked John before she could stop him. Willy blinked.
"You don't know? Why, they are Oompa Loompas, my good man! Straight from..."
"I don't think they need to hear the story," said Nutty gently.
"Oh, kay."
John continued to view the Oompa Loompas with the utmost distaste until Jay kicked his shin under the table.
The trays were placed on the table, their silver lids still in place. As the Oompa Loompas prepared to reveal their contents Jay took a deep breath and held it. Both Nutty and Willy were lookingly extremely excited, and she wasn't entirely sure that was a good thing.
[Hit it, sweetie! ;D]
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Post by The Nutty Chocolatier on Aug 3, 2006 21:17:36 GMT -5
"Ready? READY?!" Willy squealed with delight. "I'm extremely anxious to see what you'll make of this one. I went over the recipe over and over again!" "For weeks and weeks!" Nutty popped out. She threw her hands up for emphasis. "Yeah!" Willy went on, smiling perpetually. "So, my dear guests, prepare yourselves for something more fantastic than you could ever imagine!" He clapped his squeaky hands and at once the tray lids were lifted high over their heads! "Good Lord," Wilmot uttered in awe. "Is that a llama?" It was. On the Earl's plate sat a perfectly crafted sculpture of a llama, about the size of a lunchbox, and made entirely out of chocolate. At least, the Earl thought it was a sculpture... up until the moment the animal raised its head and turned it to look at the other appetizers. Jay looked down at her own plate to see a little chocolate lion yawn widely and begin to get up. She gasped. "AYE!" Nutty shouted at Wilmot as answer. "And look! I've got an elephant!" "Giraffe!" Willy exclaimed with joy, looking down upon his with pride. "But they're alive!" "Yeah! It's it just great?" Willy jittered away. He sat back and folded his hands to watch the giraffe uncurl itself from a sitting position and begin to walk around. "But we can't eat them if they're alive!" Jay protested, even as her lion strode over to John Wilmot's llama and proceeded to stare at it intently. Willy's smile melted away immediately and he looked genuinely worried. "And why ever not, my dear girl? They're perfectly delicious." [step up, Jay'ms! ]
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Post by The Poetic Protégée on Aug 4, 2006 5:53:38 GMT -5
"Chicken is delicious too," pointed out John, "But I usually prefer it to be dead before I stick my fork into it."
Suddenly Jay's chocolate lion, which had been crouching down, leapt forwards onto the back of John's llama and sank its chocolate fangs into other creature's neck. The llama gave a horrible bleat and then collapsed under the lion's weight. Both Nutty and Willy broke into applause. The Earl tore his eyes away from the mess on his plate to look at Jay but the whole scenario had stolen her voice clean away.
"Wasn't that just wonderful?!" cried Willy who was almost bouncing with delight.
"Perfectly marvellous!" said Nutty, beaming.
They waited a few seconds for their enthusiasm to reach their guests, but neither Jay nor John could quite bring themselves to applaud the grisly spectacle they had just witnessed. The thought of driving cutlery into the still moving lion was enough to make Jay's stomach flip.
"You know," she said weakly, "I think I've lost my appetite."
Willy dropped his fork with a loud clatter.
"Lost your...? Nutty, did you hear that? Get off your chair and look for it, will you?" Before Jay could stop them, both Nutty and Willy were crawling under the table shouting up such questions as 'When did you last have it?' and 'What exactly does an appetite look like?'
"You know," said John as he broke off a piece of his dead llama, "I'm beginning to enjoy myself." He popped the chocolate into his mouth and winked at Jay.
"Ah!" cried a voice from beneath the table, "I think I found it!"
"Willy, dear, that's my shoe."
"So it is."
Jay began to giggle. At first she tried to stop herself, but that only made her laugh all the more. By the time Willy and Nutty emerged empty handed there were tears rolling down her face.
"Don't mind her," said John as he licked his fingers lazily, "My highest commendations on the chocolate llama."
"If you liked that, you're going to love what comes next!" said Willy excitedly. That one simple sentance brought Jay to her senses so fast her head span.
"You know," she said, "I think I just got my appetite back."
[Ball's in your court, Nuttilicious ;D]
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Post by The Nutty Chocolatier on Aug 6, 2006 1:16:17 GMT -5
[Oh no, I've got writer's block! Anyone who strolls in and wants to take this turn for me is free to do so. It's all communal writing here in the end anyway. Any takers? Be free, my chocolate doves!]
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Post by The Eternal Optimist on Aug 6, 2006 16:21:45 GMT -5
"What in the world Lions, chickens Lamas oh my" Star explanied noticing the zoo of choclate aniamls.
Nutty noticing a new guest dusted herself off. "Hello Star, what brings you to our factory" Nutty said exnoring the chicken pucking at her shoe.
"I heard loud noises coming from here and went to check it out" Star answered
"this most be it" Willy explained grapping Star's boot
With a loud scream Star flew up into the air not knowing what or who grapped her foot. She flew around the room screaming
"Get it off me!''
Poor Willy was hanging on for dear life while Star was zooming about the room. Finally she claimed down long enough for Nutty to pull him off her.
"Wow" Willy said dusting himself off
Jay and Earl giggled as Willy when he walked back to the group was swaying like Captain Jack.
Star who looked embrassed apololizged for her actions. Nutty smiled and said it was no big deal.
( alright Jay or Nutty take it please)
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Post by The Nutty Chocolatier on Aug 8, 2006 4:10:23 GMT -5
[Super. Thanks, Starfire. ] "Exactly, what was that?" The Earl posed to his Angel. Jay moved around awkwardly as she had no certain answer. Meanwhile, Willy flopped down onto his seat looking decidedly unsettled. He murmured something incoherently, and tried on a smile. "Hey Starfire, why don't you sit over here?" Nutty asked, thumping a nearby chair with her fist. "Okay." And brunch was on a roll once again. A band of Oompa-Loompas coaxed their chocolate animals out of the room as another team marched in carrying a large tray with a mysterious golden lid on top. It took six Oompa-Loompas on each side just to lift it onto the dining table. "Oh! Delightful!” Willy exclaimed finally and clapped his hands. “You kids are really in for a treat now, oh boy…” “I can barely contain myself,” Wilmot whispered in Jay’s ear. “And err, I don’t suppose you’re going to tell us what it is?” Jay asked. “Well duh,” answered Nutty. The tray had been pushed gently into the very center of the table for all to see. All eyes were now fixed on their next ‘course,’ and for good reason. The object before them was truly enormous. The lid was the shape of a giant church bell and etched with intricate pictures depicting Oompa-Loompas in various figure positions, and these were painted with vivid color. “What are all those?” Starfire asked Willy with intense curiosity. The chocolatier was only too excited to reply. “Why of course those are scenes from Loompaland mythology. See, there’s the great Loompa hero, [unprintable handgesture], fighting off the evil [unprintable handgesture] as he tries to drop bombs on the villages. And this one here! Oh, well I don’t really need to explain all that juicy folklore to you. I’m sure it must get boring after hearing it all over and over again in schools…” Nutty tapped her Johnny on the shoulder and whispered something to him. They both looked suddenly dumbfounded and Willy clapped his hands again. “Hah! Oh dear me, of course, time is running out! There’s none to waste! Next course! Next course!” Now two teams of five Oompa-Loompas burst through the doors. This time they marched single-file with individual golden dishes between them, circled the table once or twice, and finally laid their plates down in one fluid motion before dancing back out of the room. A silence fell. Willy looked around at his guests with a knowing eye. The lights flickered slightly. Then all too suddenly, Willy held his hands high over his head and clapped them together once with piercing authority. All the golden lids immediately shot upwards from their golden plates (including the large one in the center) and flew swiftly up to the ceiling, where they proceeded to hover and glitter and shine on the own accord. But what was revealed from under those golden flying lids was something so much more fascinating, that no one even thought to look up. Nutty stood up and yelled “Behold!” Around them now were ten small golden plates filled with the most colorful desserts imaginable. Some of them were cakes, others elaborate sweets, and still others were filled with various towers of stacked candied cookies that swayed back and forth. But the center plate stole the room’s stare. On it sat a live octopus of a fearsome size that had been flipped upside-down so that it squirmed and writhed uncomfortably. It was like a fountain of tentacles- the centerpiece of their meal. There was a storm of laughter from the chocolatiers’ side of the table, and there was much rejoicing. “Oh! Wait, wait!” Willy hushed what might have been said. He had now stood up as well and was pacing the room to get a better angle on his creation. The octopus’ movements began to grow more animated, even violent. It twisted and turned its arms in great winding motions. Jay clutched the Earl’s hand when a tentacle swooped a little too close, yet Starfire seemed to be enjoying it all. “Eddie would love this,” she said absentmindedly, gazing up as the octopus lurched this way and that. “Oh! No! But wait, there’s a lot more!” Willy went on, still running back and forth aimlessly. He checked his watch. “Just a few more seconds…!” Suddenly a silence fell, like the clear before an awful storm, and in it Willy swung around back to Nutty’s chair and opened an umbrella above their heads just in time— BOOM. The room was a dark, brown, and delicious chocolate-covered, octo-explosion. [Enjoy, Jay.]
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Post by The Undaunted Doña on Aug 8, 2006 18:33:42 GMT -5
[This is a quite interesting read girls, keep it up.. ]
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