WE LIKE TO PARTY

[grimgrinningghosts]

[There once were some worlds that worked so hard, there was just no time to play. But that will all changed when a weird bus pulls up one day.

Your character is going to be in the middle of whatever, at their home, on a mission, dying, whatever...when they’re approached by the giant Moron Mountain Party Bus. Approached is a strong word when it seems determined to reach your character at all costs, crashing through walls or blending in, whatever necessary.

Once the bus approaches and your character has taken notice of it, the doors open. You have three options here.

1. You can board the bus willingly, upon which the bus will close it’s doors drive/fly/dive towards it’s next pickup.
2. Be hypnotically entranced beyond your free will and dance on to the bus, thanks to the actually-hypnotic tones of ”We Like To Party” which the bus will play should you choose not to willingly board.
3. Have your character get pulled onto the bus by a giant cartoon hand that emerges from the top of it, grabbing and tossing your character on.

Once they’re on, you’ll realize the interior of the party bus is fairly luxurious. There’s a pole, a couple of drinks stashed next to one of the couches, and a disco ball. A few TV monitors hang around too, broadcasting some basketball game (but there’s a remote right there). There’s clearly someone wanting to keep you comfortable, but...who?

It’ll be of less comfort when you realize the bus doesn’t have a driver or a steering wheel, and as soon as you stepped on, all of your powers and weapons were rendered useless. It’s ominous, but hey, there’s drinks.



(ooc: Welcome to Foolish Mortals’ Non-Disney Round! You won’t arrive at Moron Mountain until the host intro log, so your bios and the locations haven’t come into play yet. If you or your character would want anything aboard the massive party bus within reason, feel free to assume it’s there, as it’s obviously pretty luxurious. The bus pick-ups happen in the following order, ICly:

1. Morty Smith
2. Boss Baby
3. Otis
4. Wabuu
5. Ginger
6. Fizzy
7. Willy Wonka
8. Coraline Jones
9. Gandhi
10. Cleo
11. The Little Girl
12. Audrey
13. Penny Poledina
14. Beth Tezuka
15. Beetle
16. Kubo
17. Spongebob Squarepants
18. Aquaman
19. Bender
20. Samurai Jack
21. Dinobot
22. Zhu Li Moon
23. Sarah Lynn
24. Bojack Horseman
25. Centipeedle
26. Dan Backslide ]

Comments

[candymancan]

[So.

So.

Wonka's just minding his own business, taking some kids on a very dangerous tour of a chocolate factory that may or may not have a cat-and-mouse infestation. Just finished having a young girl rolled away after turning blue and expanding like a balloon. Perfectly normal.

And then a fucking bus crashes through the wall and runs over Grandpa Joe.

So that's... that's new.

But right now, Wonka is a little distracted by that song the bus is playing, and before he knows it he's dancing along to the beat, in front of the watchful eyes of the remaining children and parents.

Who cares that most of this bus is full of animals? Who cares that someone probably just died? It's fine. It's fine.

Later, once more people get on the bus, he starts to realize something may possibly be kind of maybe wrong here. Maybe.]

Uh, excuse me? Does anyone actually know where this bus is going? Or why we're on it? Or who is responsible for crashing into my factory?

[in4apounding]

We're on the bus because we were kidnapped and the person driving is probably responsible? ...I don't think anyone knows the first part though, I'm sorry.

[candymancan]

Wonderful news. Someone will be paying the lawsuit for the damages done to the factory. Oh, and that Joe person's medical bills, I suppose.

[in4apounding]

I think they damaged the Vytal Stadium, too, when they took me. The Councils definitely aren't going to be happy about that.

...Was this Joe person a friend of yours? I'm sorry.

[candymancan]

Oh, no, I met him today. He's just some old man who was taking his grandkid around for the Grand Tour of my chocolate factor.

... Now that I think about it, his grandson probably had to witness him getting splatted by a bus. Terrible shame. [He seems pretty nonchalant about it.]

[in4apounding]

Oh no, that sounds terrible!

[It's cool Mr. Wonka, she'll pick up the empathy slack.]

[candymancan]

I know- think about all the money I might have to spend in lawsuits! Of course, it's not my fault that a bus came crashing in, but with me being made to dance onto the bus, they could believe I'm in on it...

[in4apounding]

Oh. I meant. That man getting crushed, and his grandson having to watch.

But that does sound bad, too.

[studentbody]

Um...no.

[Here's Cleopatra, looking...completely unbothered by that fact. She's swinging around a stripper pole with unnerving capability for a sixteen-year-old. She bends backwards and tries to snatch Wonka's hat off his head.]

But who cares? It's fun.

[codeofhero]

Congratulations, you're the latest person to ask that question.

[Says the raptor, looking quite annoyed at the fact that there are so many humans here, and nothing is making sense so far. But sure, why not another confused human?]

[candymancan]

I'll be rather surprised if any of the rest of you were asking about my factory. Don't think the papers would have gotten the story yet.

[codeofhero]

What would be so newsworthy about a factory?

[candymancan]

Because it's my factory, of course. Don't you know who I am?

[codeofhero]

No.

[candymancan]

[Wonka scoffs.]

I, dear lizard, am Willy Wonka, purveyor of the finest chocolate and candy the world has ever seen. And now my factory has been destroyed by whoever is responsible for this.

[fiftyyearspast]

I'm afraid not. They ran over my motorcycle before I could do anything else.

[The last bit was kind of a lie, but nevertheless,]

All we know is we entered this bus through hypnosis, some sort of arm, or willingly. And they're not about to let us leave anytime soon.

[candymancan]

Spectacular. [Deadpan.

Then, more upbeat-]

I'll have to keep this in mind should I have to do another tour, since this bus ruined my current one. Less selective and prestigious, no more of that golden ticket business. Just kidnap some people off the street and bring them to the chocolate factory!

Then again, that's a lot of greedy mouths and hands to deal with. Mmm. Perhaps not.

1/2

[fiftyyearspast]

[fiftyyearspast]

[Is this guy one of Aku's minions? This man already seems to radiate a far more intense energy than his nemesis.]

I guess...? Sorry, no, please do not kidnap strangers off the street.

What's this golden ticket business for, anyway?

[candymancan]

Please, it was merely an idea. [He waves his hand dismissively.]

Oh, you don't know? Everyone in the world is talking about it. Five bars of my best chocolate contained a golden ticket in their wrappers, which would earn their owners a tour of my factory. The media was in a frenzy over it for months, people went mad buying chocolate like it was the end of the world, and my candy sales were better than ever... And now this has gone and ruined it.

[fiftyyearspast]

Kidnapping is serious business. A heinous crime, if you will. [Frowns]

I haven't heard, though I do see the appeal of chocolate. It's one of the good things I've encountered upon arriving in the Future.

[Jack's skeptical and not too sure about the tour, though. Must be one of those lottery things he's overheard some people talk about every now and then.]

Ah, so you are a businessman. I see.

[candymancan]

[Wonka is like. Way too accepting of the "arriving in the future" comment. But then again, he went into an alternate universe to get Oompa Loompas, so I guess he's got some experience with that sort of thing. Tom and Jerry Chocolate Factory lore]

Businessman, entrepreneur, chocolatier, candy-maker, whatever you want to call it. What matters is that I make the greatest candy and chocolates the world has ever seen.

[fiftyyearspast]

[THIS IS....SO MUCH] ...Do you offer free samples right now? I think I've eaten a rat for the last three days. [Didn't even finish it before running away from his fears, god damn it.]

[shoshtupid]

[ So Wabuu doesn't really care about your problems

but here, have a raccoon throw an empty beer bottle in your direction, before he both burps and laughs silently. ]

[candymancan]

[The bottle misses him by several inches, but he still flinches back.]
...

Filthy creature. At least you're not another cat.