Turn in your Tickets! {WonkaBlitzPlot}

[charade]

Mr Twixters stands behind his factory gates, checking his watch nervously. The tickets said for the guests to arrive at two a.m. on the the dot. A bit early perhaps, but he needed them to arrive before he opened for business in the morning. Some of his colleagues said he was crazy for opening his doors to strangers,to let them see how he makes his candy, but he no longer cared about that. No, he needed the publicity. The sound of footsteps reached his ears,and he perked up. He didn't know who exactly would be coming as he had mailed out the tickets at random, and there was a chance that some people might not decided to come, or send their avox to check it out instead. It warmed his heart to see people lining up in front of the gates, and so he unlocked the gate and ushered them past the threshold, through the main door and into the lobby. "Welcome to Twixter's factory! Our candy is to die for! You lucky rascals are going to be taken on a wonderful trip throughout my factory and when you leave, each of you will receive a gift bag. And one extra lucky guest will receive the thrill of a lifetime!" He beamed at each of them in turn and then paused as the red light above the lobby desk flickered on. He smiled apologetically and tipped his hat. "I'm sorry, there appears to be a technical difficulty in a section of the factory that I have to attend to. Please, get to know your fellow winners while I take care of it." And with that, he flounced out of the lobby and into a side door which he locked behind him, leaving his guests to talk amongst each other.

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[Spesh]

[presto]

vail greene

When I had gotten my ticket in the mail, I was so absolutely excited! Of course it would happen for me, I'm already perfect looking and perfect acting and perfect perfect, but I was still oh so very excited. I was getting the meet Mr. Twixter, the man who had closed his factory to the outside for so long but was no opening it for eleven others! It's sort of like that story that mommy and daddy told when I was younger. 

Maybe I'll be the on who wins!

Even if I don't, I'll surely get to eat a lot of awesome candy when I'm inside the factory. I made sure to wear only a few clothes so that it'd be easier to skinny-dip in the chocolate lake I've heard so much about in the factory! Hopefully my girlfriend won't be too jealous!!

I'm just oh so excited I can't even contain myself, so I check to make sure my ticket is in my wristlet, and then prance up to the group of people who have silver tickets exclaiming, "I'm just so excited for this! I can't wait to meet Mr. Twixter!"

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[Nofo]

Juno Veranda

Her face lit up as she walked up the steps to the factory, this was a luxury Juno had always wished for but had never been lucky enough to receive. Sweets for days, the people had said. The fliers were secretive about the real prize but Juno knew that it must be sweet and she had always loved a good piece of candy.

It was a cold winter night and she hoped that the torture of the frozen capitol streets would be replaced by the smell of peppermint and the taste of chocolate. Whatever happened inside, Juno knew it was going to be a day she would never forget. She looked around her at the faces around her and finding none more excited than her. She was practically bouncing in her fur boots.

Juno smiled at Mr. Twixters words, the prize was candy and that's all she wanted. Enough sweets to rot your teeth, she hoped. But that didn't matter did it? Any good candy will melt in your mouth.

[Knuckles]

Vladimir Dostoyevsky

A ticket arrived at the house stating my master won a trip to check out the factory that makes all kinds of special food for the fancy parties. I've always wanted to taste the food that's served fresh, but it never happened. I've never been able to taste anything fresh. I'm a criminal that doesn't deserve that treatment of anyone. My master didn't want the ticket. He didn't trust whoever sent it out. He's a man that doesn't trust many. He threw the ticket to me telling me that I must go. I didn't want to go at first. I wanted to stay in the mansion obeying his orders; however, I was given an order to go. I took the ticket and slowly headed out. It's early in the morning, but the ticket says I need to be there at two am. I stand before the giant factory afraid to move. My heart prances in my chest as my entire body shakes. I don't know if it's cold, or if I'm just nervous, but I'm willing to guess it's from the cold. I make my way to the gate as it swings open, and the guy welcomes us before he runs away. I rub my hand over my eyes trying to take in what's happening. It's more than I ever seen in my entire life. I wonder why I was sent here. It's perfectly harmless. Nothing will ever go wrong. I've never experienced anything like this. My heart leaps as I look around at everyone.

[Onyx]

“it must seem like a fairy tale” pig teeton-darwin - seventeen - avox Of course, when the ticket arrived in between the pages of a magazine that weekday morning, silver and shining and addressed to the lucky recipient, I didn't even consider showing it to my new 'master'. It fluttered to the ground and I snatched it, palming it straight from the air into my pocket. (Sometimes, practiced sleight of hand really does come in useful). The day arrived, and I crept out through the cellar door as I had so many times before. The moon was large and the sky bright, and I was thankful for being located in the heart of the party district; so I could slip amongst the revelers unnoticed. The gates of Mr Twixter's factory gleamed like jaws, spotlights glaring bubblegum-pink and peppermint-blue on us accumulating few. I glanced around me, unsure of who anyone was - Avox or Capitolite - or of what was in store for us. Only one thing was certain: this was going to be a day I'd remember, for the rest of my life.

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Raven Trenton

[presto]

Raven was perhaps the happiest his been in a while when he received the silver ticket from that one candy maker. Which means he was only a tad bit intrigued on why some old classic candy maker was doing to this. Mr. Twixters had reputable candy that was always guaranteed to taste great and it always did. So why do this publicity stunt? Raven thought to himself as he sat in his bleak downtown Capitol flat that matched his bleak unfortunate sad soul. So when he went to the old yet glorified factory he was a bit surprised to find that the others were at least half his age. "Hi there" he awkwardly waves at the others before Mr. Twixters made his speech. Well now I'm more than intrigued. I want to know what Twixters has up his sleeve.

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[Will]

As I approach the gate to the Twixter's candy factory I think about the events that lead me here. Well, I got a ticket in the mail, which I held crumpled up in a silver ball in my fist. I like candy, I like staying up late, so why not go out for something like this? It's always fun walking around at night. I feel like nobody can criticize me or tell me what to do.

It's cold out here. The light dusting of snow makes my new sneakers wet and soggy, causing major discomfort. These were supposed to be waterproof. I'll have to talk to the store once I get back. They're going to get some hell for this. As the gates open I walk in, zipping my coat up, for it is getting colder the longer I'm out here. Mr. Twixter greets us all with smiles and kind words. I'm not sure I like him. I don't really like many people.

He steps inside of the factory, claiming that he had to fix a problem. Figures. He just leaves us out here in the cold while he gets to stay in his sweet smelling heated candy complex. I decide I'll just wait here and study the others who were invited.

[Gone5eva]

Her fingers gently stroked the ticket as she approached, perhaps the last to arrive. Malissa Dawn, the fasionista swore to herself when she opened her mail last week to design a line based on the candy making processes she found within. Bobbing gently on the balls of her feet, she twirled her lime-green tipped hair between her fingers, and clutching her coat tighter to her frame.

It was strange though, to be out and about this early in the morning. She'd napped the night before, and woke up at around one just to get ready for the momentus occasion.

"Hey," she began, her head tilting gently to a side as she watched the others. "Why d'you think we're here so damn early?"

[Kire]

Does, Says, Thinks

He could barely believe he was here. All this time he had been a good boy and he had now been rewarded by getting a silver ticket. The nurse had let him out of the hospital after seeing how excited he was. Now he stood here, along with a bunch of other people - who he would mostly ignore - about to enter into a candy factory. Liam stared in wonder at the factory before him, looking like the eight year old he thought he was. Everything was awe inspiring and huge, making him feel like a little bug. I hope we get a lot of candy. Nursey says I shouldn't eat too much of it, but she's not here. Still staring at everything, he took a few steps forward toward the door.

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Other: And so it begins.

[Spesh]

[presto]

vail greene

Nobody responded to me. How rude of them! It's like they're all avoxes. There is absolutely no way. I would never let myself be seen with a crowd of avoxes. That'd be social suicide! May would never ever ever forgive me and it would be awful. I'd have to lock myself in my bedroom and eat my sorrows away naked. And then I'd feel all bad about eating so much. It'd be a downwards spiral.

I walk over to a girl with a longer neck and nudge her. "Aren't you just so excited to be here! I could just kiss someone I'm so excited."

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[Onyx]

“it must seem like a fairy tale” pig teeton-darwin - seventeen - avox One overexcited bubblehead come bouncing over towards me and I suppress a groan. Twixter has left us stranded out here while he sees to some technical hitch, and I find his command to 'get to know' one another both insensitive and frustrating. They're Capitolites. We're Avoxes. Social law dictates that us criminals are below them, not their companions or familiars. "Aren't you just so excited!" she coos, and I grimace. Yes, of course, I would reply, had I a tongue, and I'd rather the likes of you didn't spoil it for me. But, of course, knowing my place, I smile sweetly back at her and allow my eyes to glaze over in that vacant Capitolite way. All I'm doing is playing a part, putting on a show, like I do every minute of the day.

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[Spesh]

[presto]

vail greene

And now this meany doesn't respond either. I am the daughter of an important member of the high society of the Capitol! Everyone should, no, has to, respect me! They all have to respond to me, and if they don't daddy said he'd send them off to jail. He said he'd do so even though I'm a big girl and should take care of my own problems, because I'm still daddy's little girl to him! But since daddy isn't here, I have to handle this on my own.

I confront her, "How rude of you! Do you know who I am?"I ask rhetorically, "I guess some people just have a generally negative demeanor and you are one of those people. How are you not ecstatic?!"

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[Stare]

The ticket was silver and fluttered between her fingers like the most delicate of butterflies.

Her mum had been so proud when she saw it. She'd beamed and hugged her tight, telling her what a beautiful, wonderful daughter she was, and how going would be good for her. Her father had told her she was one of the luckiest people in the Capitol. On the morning they were supposed to arrive, she came early, her make-up surprisingly modest, with just some magenta around the eyes with lollipop spirals on the lids and her lips. She'd clipped pink extensions in her hair to match, pretty streaks that contrasted with her darker strands.

The variety of the people in the lobby was great, and she couldn't help but be intimidated. The encouragement to interact had fallen on deaf ears - instead she did what was normal for her when surrounded by new people. She evaluated their faces. She imagined what beautiful things she could do with just some blush, skin dye, and lipstick. She could make them into angels, ghosts, fairies. She could make them beautiful or ugly. But she wasn't at the factory to do anyone's make-up. She was there to make her parents proud.

And that she would.

[Rosetta]

[presto]

Luca Stentori~

It’s never encouraging when I’m told to “get to know” others.

I fiddle with my ticket at the edge of the crowd, chewing on my lower lip. My master found it on the doorstep a few days ago. Frowning, he had turned to glance at me, waiting attentively behind him. There was no name on the letter. Only a ticket. Of course, it was naturally for my master, had to be, why not invite a popular interior designer? But, of course, my master is busy, too busy to go to a candy store, so he sends me.

I am not pleased.

I’ve just been instructed to make my master’s presence known. But, that’s kind of hard when you can’t speak. My nose is stuffed and my head aches from a cold I contracted last night in my drafty room, but my master sent me along on my way anyway, squeezing my arm and instructing me not to make a fool of him. My hands tighten around the ticket, crumbling it a little bit. Here I am, master, your Avox, Luca, sent like a dog on one of your errands again. Here I am. Make me do the impossible again and again. Make me speak. I slide back in the shadows of the lobby, frown deepening. To my upmost displeasure, the smell of candy has finally managed to invade my nostrils, but it’s not welcome.

I can’t taste it anyway.

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[Onyx]

“it must seem like a fairy tale” pig teeton-darwin - seventeen - avox The urge to roll my eyes is mounting, but I became a master at suppressing that need long ago. Instead, I gaze at the girl with bright eyes as if I'm enthralled by what she's saying. Clearly, she's the sort to abandon me if she knew I was an avox. Looking for a way to excuse my silence, I cover my mouth and feign a coughing fit, before pointing at my throat apologetically. Sore throat - for someone as airheaded as her it should work. Having tried before, I know that saying my own name without a tongue is impossible - the 'g' sound just won't come, and I'm left with a sort of glottal clicking that's incomprehensible. Instead, I look at my new companion and say "I'm P" in a fake-hoarse voice. Perhaps this will get me off answering any more questions, at least.

© delusional