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Llewellyn Watts was a man on a mission. Technically, he'd already accomplished that mission, as he had picked out some vegan mint chocolate fudge from one of the display cases near the counter. The problem was there were also so many other mint-and-chocolate confections. Not to mention the peanut butter and chocolate ones.

Too many choices. Not to mention too many other options not related to either of those.

The amount of choice available in the twenty-first century continued to be incredibly overwhelming.

[ooc: yeah, that's right. this place exists! post is open if anyone else needs some junk food.]

shapethecentury

Bucky had been on the island for several days, now. And he hadn't learned much.

Well. No. Strike that. He'd learned things. It was just that the things he'd learned didn't seem to make a whole hell of a lot of sense. Memories had come back to him and were coming back to him, but they still seemed muddled or mixed up somehow. The world had changed while he'd been on ice, he knew, but there was still so much that just didn't seem possible. And that was even before going into how the letters to Rebecca dated back to the 1940s, while his memories of this place seemed to suggest... something else.

But five days in Fandom was long enough for him to have found out about radio. He still wasn't sure what surveillance tech was providing it with all its info, but he'd made damn sure he wasn't getting the name 'Bucky' on the airwaves again today. Because early this morning, he finally went looking deeper into the only establishment he was sure he'd been to before.

Getting into the candy store through the back wasn't hard. Regular locks weren't really a match to his left hand, after all. As for what he found... Little, but of some worth. Some paperwork with his signature, proving he'd been the manager of this place, for a time. And proving the frustrating, the impossible: that he'd been here in 2016.

But there was also a further clue. Some of the paperwork mentioned an address. Mauvaise Chance Apartments, #-4, 24 Mallard Way.

Guess he knew where he was going next.

( ooc: establishy! squirrels, please note: that Wonka's was broken into is fine for broadcast, but Bucky's identity is NFB, please and thank you! )

shapethecentury

The rest of the Halloween candy had arrived. Oh boy, had it ever. The entire shop was decked in orange and black and practically bursting at the seams in a way that made Bucky feel half surprised candy wasn't just going spilling out into the street with customers coming in or going out through the door.

At least when he managed to focus more on the matters at hand than what was keeping his brain occupied, anyway. Everything was changing, and he kept on thinking about home even when he was here. kept on thinking about what the future held – for him, personally. The things he knew about, and the things he didn't.

The radio seemed to be stuck on a channel that had decided to dedicate Tuesdays to swing music. It felt fitting.

(open!)

shapethecentury

Yeah, so.

Not only were the walls of the shop a fetching shade of peach today, all of a sudden, but all the new inventory that had come in this morning was also all peach. Seriously. All of it.

So guess all Wonka's was selling today was any peach flavored candy you had ever wanted to sample.

A HELP WANTED sign hung in the window. It was particular apt today.

(open!)

shapethecentury

Wonka's was full of bunnies.

Chocolate ones, that was. Also chocolate eggs in all imaginable sizes. And some... very, very weird bunny-egg hybrids Bucky honestly didn't want to look at for too long. He was pretty sure there'd been an accident at the factory and now they were trying to pass the results off as a new innovation.

There were a ton of those hashtag things on the packaging they'd been shipped to the store in. Now, Bucky wasn't that well-versed in that mode of communication (wasn't like he had too many people to text who weren't also men out of time) but even he could spot desperation when he saw it.

But all the chocolate figurines – abominations or otherwise – weren't the most important thing on his mind right now. Nah, he'd just been putting some new items in the window display, and he was pretty sure he'd seen something that looked like a giant bunny, outside. So now, he was –– okay, he wasn't proud of this, but his first instinct was to try and Google if bunnies that size were a thing. Hey, this was Maryland! (Of course if he'd taken more of a scenic route to work this morning, he would've known it wasn't Maryland but hey, oh well.) Giant bunnies could've been a Maryland thing!

Except --

"All cellphone service as well as the internet are currently down, Mr. Barnes," his phone told him.

Bucky sighed. "Yeah, JARVIS, I sorta just figured that out."

"Also, this is merely a suggestion, but you might want to lock the door."

Today was going to be interesting, wasn't it?

(open!)

smilestopscars

It was Ezra's second-to-last shift at Wonka's today. Probably. Assuming he made it in next week. It wasn't as if his schedule was set in stone, or any other particularly hard material, for that matter.

He went with the flow.

And today's flow was supposed to involve cake, later. But for now, it was mostly assembling a very fetching display of all manner of apple-flavored sweets in the store's window.

He was trying to sneak foxes into the theme. And failing.

[ooc: Open! May be slow.]

smilestopscars

Today's centerpiece at Wonka's was a great big display of bags of Pihlaja marmalade candy. Three guesses as to why Ezra decided that particular fruit of the last international shipment was the best one and deserved to be promoted the hardest.

(It was the fox face on the bag.)

(He wasn't very subtle.)

Wonka's was open and there was a cheerful-enough fox manning the counter, ready to sell treats.

[ooc: Open!]

shapethecentury

Wonka's, as always, had received new shipments from all around the world (as well as the multiverse). Most of them were run-of-the-mill, as far as sweets went, but then there were things that made Bucky raise his eyebrows. Like the box labeled 'lucky poop candy'.

Turned out they were cute enough. Huh.

Meanwhile, he could occasionally hear something... singing, somewhere between the shelves towards the back of the store. But he'd been a Fandom resident – not to mention a Wonka's employee – for long enough to know he could just ignore that. Probably some of Mr. Wonka's latest innovations causing a racket for no real reason.

Or so he hoped.

A HELP WANTED! sign hung in the window but really, did anyone actually want to help with this place?

(open!)

smilestopscars

There was a special on little handmade chocolate figurines today. Ezra spent most of his morning assembling them onto a desk in the most presentable fashion possible.

Which obviously meant putting all the little foxes front and center. Duh, what else?

[ooc: Open! Though slowness from me.]

smilestopscars

Ezra had never had a real job before.

Sure, he'd bartended at Purgatory, but that didn't count. That was still Coterie work. Hardly the same thing as a regular job, even if pouring drinks wasn't as bad as some of his other assignments within the system. This was different. This was... just what it was, and nothing more.

There were still far too many bags of green jelly beans around. But, there was also a sale on newly arrived edible glitter in all the colors of the rainbow! Ezra felt like that was the store welcoming him.

Hello, Wonka's. And hello, Fandom. Ezra was ready to sell you some candy.

[ooc: Ooh employment! Open!]

shapethecentury

Today, there was a sale on lime green jelly beans.

Why?

Because that was all there'd been in the new shipments that had arrived during the night. No chocolates, no marshmallows, no nothing. Just jelly beans. Lime green. And they didn't even taste like lime! They tasted like –– it was a fruit, Bucky could tell you that much, but it wasn't lime. No sir.

He'd already been on hold for 45 minutes now, trying to get in touch with a representative at the company who shipped him these things so he could sort this out.

A HELP WANTED sign hung in the window, and not just because of the jelly bean situation.

Probably.

(open!)

shapethecentury

Wonka's was full of various kinds of Valentine's candy this week. That was only slightly an exaggeration – Bucky honestly felt like it was slightly harder than usual to move around within the store. Everything was red and pink and often shaped like a heart. There was even a small display of vintage Valentine's Day cards (well, some of them were very current for Bucky, and some were plain futuristic), just in case anyone needed a card to go with their dirty candy hearts or their over-priced luxury chocolates.

Bucky was doing his best to just stay behind the counter and work on the books or something. He didn't want to get stuck anywhere.

(open!)

shapethecentury

It was a regular day at Wonka's.

Because a regular day at Wonka's involved there being a small fort made of various kinds of gummies on one of the display tables. Bucky'd been by the store late last night and it hadn't been there. By this morning, it had just sort of appeared. He wasn't entirely sure, but he felt like some of the strategically placed gummy bears outside it were guarding the thing.

The HELP WANTED continued to hang in the window of the store, and Bucky was behind the counter, wondering whether he'd already been here too long when that whole gummy business seemed to make almost perfect sense to him.

(open!)

shapethecentury

Bucky was back on the island and back behind the counter at Wonka's, and there was a lot of candy on sale. A lot of candy. Candy canes and candy corn and all manner of boxes of chocolates all with great big tags saying 50% off!!! because as soon as Christmas was over everything had to go.

Mostly it made Bucky shake his head, wryly. Sure, there was a lot of wallet-friendly fare on offer right now, but even with half off the price, would anyone actually be able to afford the some of the priciest items on the shelves? Jesus, sometimes this place was really something else.

The HELP WANTED sign continued to hang in the window, although Bucky was betting he'd have more luck with it once the new semester started, and Wonka's was open.

(ooc: open!)

shapethecentury

Bucky hadn't been in Fandom for a while. Long story short, Steve'd been sick, and one of Bucky's sisters too, and he'd been needed back home in New York to see to various day-to-day things. And now everyone was doing better, and he was trying to reorient himself back to Fandom. And back to 2015.

And back to working at Wonka's.

"Aww, jeez."

The chocolate peacocks had arrived. Thankfully it was just a small sample shipment but aww, jeez. Bucky felt weird enough selling people the original chocolate birds (because who in their right mind wanted to have a chocolate egg turn into a chocolate bird in their mouth?) and he did not have high hopes that Mr. Wonka had yet completely solved the issues a peacock's tail feathers would cause in the same situation. But guess he'd shelve them anyway. Buyers beware.

The HELP WANTED sign continued to hang in the window, and Wonka's was open.

(open!)

shapethecentury

There seemed to be more people milling about the island than there usually were. Bucky had paid no mind, though, beyond smiling pleasantly at some of the new ladyfolk he'd seen on his walk to work.

He was a little more concerned with what he could have only decribed as a strange feeling of... anticipation, inside the store. He spent an embarrassingly long while pacing around the store, trying to find something that could have caused the feeling. Like something out of place.

But he found nothing.

So he hung the HELP WANTED sign on the window again (graduation had not been great to his employee roster), and tried to go about his business. Making sure the shelves were stocked and there was all the candy anyone could possibly want to be sold to any newcomers on the island.

(open!)

locointhecoco

Pinkie had come back from her class's trip to Ponyville with a boat-load of homebaked apple goodies, a barrel of apple cider, several new outfits, some alligator treats for Gummy, the latest Daring Do novel to read, and a whole lot of rocks.

She was most excited about that last one, right now.

You see, these weren't any ordinary everyday rocks. Oh no. These were special rocks. These rocks were discovered by Pinkie's sister, Maud, and were the super special secret ingredient in rock candy.

So, you know. Edible rocks.

She had a sign up in the window reading "SPECIAL ONE DAY ONLY: ROCK CANDY FRIENDSHIP NECKLACES!!!!" and a cauldron bubbling away to prepare the rock candy. All she needed to do now was get started.

Just as soon as she figured out if that sign needed any more exclamation points.

[open!]

shippedtomaine

Making the hat trick, it was also Emma's last shift at Wonka's, which meant she was scrupulously cleaning the store from top to bottom to avoid thinking about where she was going to be next Monday.

Then, when she went into one of the back-rooms, she found it. A giant, life-size bed made out of candy.

"That can't be hygienic."

[Open]

seveninchmotto

It was Isabelle's last shift at Wonka's.

It was probably going to be Isabelle's last shift at any job that paid actual money, ever. She didn't see herself having a future that involved standing behind counters serving people. The way she saw it, she'd be in the shadows, making sure other people could go on with their business, whether it was standing behind counters or in front of counters or anything else.

And that was fine with her.

Another thing she was fine with? Finding one last dirty note tucked in the side of the cash register. Perks of working the shift after your boyfriend had his.

[ooc: Open! Though subject to SP. Existence of note modded with permission.]

flickofthewrist

Flick was pretty bored today. He was really just counting down the days until he had to leave the island. It was closer than close and Flick really needed to get his stuff packed when he got home today. For now, he was situated behind the counter, surrounded by candy, and ready to help.

[Open, no OCD]

shippedtomaine

It was one of those shipments again. Box after box, filled with nothing but black swan-shaped gummies with only the word 'SOON' written on the labels.

Okay, very funny. Emma wasn't sure what whoever it was who kept making up these shipments was trying to say, but she was totally laughing on the inside. Really.

[Open!]

seveninchmotto

Oh, good. Wonka's was back to being grumpy today, courtesy of one Isabelle Lightwood.

There was also now a sale on all manner of sour candies. Sour gummies, sour hard candies, even some chocolates with a sour filling. It was a theme. She was expressing her angst in a creative and productive way. Honest.

Hey, it was better than that one time she'd thrown candy at Flick at this very store!

[ooc: Open, if you dare!]

flickofthewrist

If Flick's timing was correct, he didn't have too many shifts left on the island. It was sad in a way but considering where he was going, he couldn't be that sad. He was pumped, excited, ready for something new. The candy was stocked up and a few pieces were sitting in front of Flick. Every so often, he'd pop one into his mouth to eat.

His laptop was out and he was browsing more furniture. He needed to get that apartment filled up before he left.

[Open, no OCD]

locointhecoco

"She had four legs that went all the way to the floor. I knew she was trouble the moment she came trotting through my door."

Pinkie had come in to work this morning to find a shipment of very dark chocolate bars, which had led her right down the rabbit hole into getting any candy with a face involved in an elaborate game of noir pretend.

Gummy was the detective. He was sat behind a desk constructed out of licorice gum drops and jelly beans, wearing a little fedora that Pinkie had come up with out of nowhere. There was a little pixie stick outline of a gummy bear on the counter, surrounded by artistic arcs of strawberry syrup. A pack of gum with a cheerful nineties zebra on it was a sobbing witness. By the end of the day, Pinkie would out herself as the culprit with a dramatic, megalomaniacal confession speech and go down in a dramatic jawbreaker fight.

She loved this job.

[Open!]

shippedtomaine

Emma was getting used to finding weird candy and weirder things done with candy when she arrived at work, but this really took the cake.

It was a scale model of a chainsaw, done in gummies, liquorice, and some kind of candy glass, complete with marshmallow logs to cut into. Emma tugged on the 'cord', there mightn't have been a motor, but the chain moved while she was tugging. It was completely ridiculous.

And awesome.

[Open!]

flickofthewrist

It'd been a pretty big week so Flick was actually going to spend his day at work relaxing. He'd done all he needed to do as far as stocking candy and he'd opened the shop but now? Now, he was going to sit back and do nothing. His phone was out in case someone sent him a message but he honestly was just lazing behind the counter, trying not to fall asleep.

[Open business]

shapethecentury

Bucky was doing his level best to pretend last week hadn't happened. It was a lot to process. Possibly even too much. The store had apparently decided to help keep his mind off it, because when he got to shelving new stock, and opened a pack of Junior Mints, he found the pack full of hard fruit candy instead.

A short inspection later he came to the conclusion that all the day's stock had been mixed up. Nothing was in the right bags or packets. So now he was going to spend his day making sale signs that reflected that.

There were also random oranges tucked away all around the store. Just because.

(open!)

shippedtomaine

Emma had kept her head down and avoided the weirdness that had been going on last week.

Still, she wasn't entirely surprised when she came to start her shift and found a pillow fort made of giant marshmallows and bags of cotton candy. After this long on the island, something like this made a bizarre kind of sense. A very bizarre one.

[Open]

flickofthewrist

Flick had no good reason to be here today. He really didn't think anyone would be wandering in to buy candy but he was here nonetheless. It was easy to bar up the door and barricade himself behind the counter, if need be.

Right now, he was standing behind the counter, watching the front door and tapping out a few messages to Joi back home. Not about what was happening because she'd try and come here to help. Just regular, mundane stuff.

It kept him settled.

[Open, if anyone's out]

shippedtomaine

As Emma was setting up the displays, she found a whole heap of various kinds of candy with torn or damaged packaging. Too much even for her to squirrel away.

So she did what any normal person would do, started making candy dioramas. Currently a gummy bear army were massing atop their war peeps to attack their jelly-baby foes.

[Open.]

seveninchmotto

Rejoice, Isabelle was in a good mood today! And she was even using her newly incessant picture-taking in a productive way, because it was ample motivation for making sure all the displays around the store were extra pretty. Of course, this meant there were probably too numerous #wonkas #aesthetic candy photos posted on her Instagram account today, but at least that wouldn't hurt anyone. Except people trying to keep from craving candy.

It was even part of her job to make people crave candy to make them buy candy, so really, the social media was just part of her job!

[ooc: I just spent far too long trying to google for particularly pretty candy and came up with nothing. Open!]

flickofthewrist

The bruise on Flick's cheek had morphed into a really ugly shade of brown and yellow by Saturday. It was still tender to the touch but it was healing. His lip was no longer puffy and the gash that had opened up was scabbing over. So, all in all, Flick had looked worse.

He'd taken some of the morning to stock up on what candy needed to be refilled before sitting down and wondering if he should put out the dark chocolate bacon bar or some Thai Tamarind Candy.

In the end, he put both out on the counter in front of him. See which one sold quickest.

[Open]

shippedtomaine

In a shocking turn of events, there wasn't a grumpy clerk behind the counter at Wonka's today. Though since Emma hadn't caught the radio broadcast yet, there was one who was very confused about why there were tiny little protest signs on the gummy display that read "Gummies against gummy cruelty", amongst other, similar slogans.

However, since she wasn't covered in sugar, this was still an improvement on last week.

[Open.]

seveninchmotto

Bad news, candy buyers: the Bad Mood Brigade was still at large at Wonka's. Yep, this time it was Isabelle's turn to stand behind the counter and look a little sour.

When she wasn't casting glances towards the gummi bear display by the back wall, that was. She could swear she could see movement there every once in a while, just barely, out of the corner of her eye.

Her electrum whip was coiled on the counter next to the cash register. Maybe she'd get lucky and get an excuse to use it on some unruly gummies.

[ooc: Open!]

flickofthewrist

Flick's anger had not abated one iota since Thursday. It was still there, simmering beneath his skin. He'd contemplated not even coming into work today so he could take off and get away from this place but he was there. If he needed to leave, he'd do it after.

The candy had been stocked and Flick was sitting stiffly behind the counter, typing out a few terse words to Joi on his phone. She could tell something was up but he wasn't revealing what it was. He'd do that in person if he ended up in New York later.

[Open]

Current Mood: angry

locointhecoco

The shop had gotten an excess shipment of redhots this morning. Pinkie was entertaining herself by eating them by the hoof-full and spitting fire. So far, she had lit an entire birthday cake of candles, three camping lanterns, and a fondue pot that was now full of cheerfully bubbling chocolate.

Pinkie stabbed a strawberry with a fondue fork and dipped it gracefully into the chocolate.

Mmmm. Fondue!

[Open!]

shippedtomaine

Emma was having a day of it. Having decided to give the store a good clean, she'd tied her hair back and gotten to it. Everything had been going well enough when she'd tripped and fallen head first into a giant open container of powered sugar.

Why did they even have an giant open container of powered sugar?

Why was there glitter in the powdered sugar?

Why was she wearing all black today?

[Open, no ocd.]

seveninchmotto

Isabelle had never had a job before. Not one that paid, anyway. Bein a Shadowhunter was a fulltime gig, and their money was old. So all in all... this was pretty exciting for Isabelle. Not that she was about to admit that to anyone, of course. She was too cool to be publicly excited about selling candy.

Smiling while she walked around the store and familiarized herself with the various products, though? Very much allowed.

[ooc: Open store is open!]

flickofthewrist

At this point, Flick was just passing time until his tenure on the island was up. It was getting closer and closer each day. He found that he wasn't all that worried about it anymore. There were fears and uncertainties but weren't there always? He'd deal with them.

He came in and opened the place up, stocking candy before grabbing a chocolate bar for breakfast. He sold a few sour candies to a rickshaw driver and let one of the baristas stand around and flirt with him for awhile.

Productive day so far.

[Open!]

Current Mood: contemplative

locointhecoco

The little candy shop appeared to be desserted* for much of the morning. But then, around noon, a resounding crash echoed from the store room, and Pinkie came zipping out, covered in little blobs of candy goop, wearing a pair of safety goggles.

"THE GUMMY BEARS ARE RESTLESS!" she shrieked, unconcerned with the fact that there was no one there to hear her, and then she zipped back into the back room.

Then zipped out with a comically large bell, then zipped back in again. And zipped out one last time with a little "ring bell for service" sign, which she set next to the bell.

"GIDDY-UP!" she yelled, and reared back, circling her front hooves in the air, and dashed once more into the gummy breach.

[*I ain't even sorry. Open!]

shippedtomaine

The red, white, and blue candy was nearly all gone, due less to patriotic feeling and more to being ridiculously marked-down, but Emma had found whole trays of leaf-shaped maple candy that had somehow missed being discounted.

Tragic that. Especially since she couldn't just leave it there.

[Open, no ocd.]

flickofthewrist

The past few weeks had been pretty busy. Lots of changes happening in a short amount of time and Flick actually felt pretty excited about what was to come. To celebrate the holiday, he'd put out a display of red, white and blue candies complete with a one little flag attached.

Then, he sat down behind the counter and got his phone out so he could shop for furniture.

[Open!]

shippedtomaine

Amongst the various stock deliveries, there'd been a cooler filled with dry ice and tiny individual tubs of ice-cream with packets of mix-ins.

Lacking a suitable places to put them, Emma was taking care of them the most responsible way she knew how. Or at least she had been, now she was re-reading the packet on what she'd just put in her latest tub. "Who the hell outs pork rinds in ice-cream?"

Apart from her, and on purpose.

flickofthewrist

It was an overcast sort of day which suited Flick just fine. He opened up the store, making sure to actually do some work to earn his pay before he settled in behind the counter. Everything seemed to be decorated with rainbows and Flick wasn't about to change that. It was pretty nice.

He pulled out his phone to answer some email.

[Open]

locointhecoco

The candy shop was always brightly colored and festive, so it took Pinkie a moment to notice that today all the candy was rainbow colored.

She didn't question it at all. As far as she was concerned, randomly appearing rainbow candies was the natural state of the world.

[Open!]

flickofthewrist

If Flick was right, the first summer semester was winding down and that meant he was only here a few more months before it was off to do...something. Yeah, he still had nothing planned for what happened after. It sucked and it made him tired to think about.

He was going to end up sitting around all day, watching television at this rate. Flick leaned against the counter, trying to ignore those thoughts by stocking some candy and, later, pulling out his phone to talk to Joi for awhile.

He didn't whine, at least.

[Open]

Current Mood: contemplative

locointhecoco

Pinkie had eaten so much candy yesterday, she couldn't possibly eat another bite.

Except maybe to try a couple of those nerds, there. And someone had to make sure these gumdrops were still fresh. And -- this was getting ridiculous. She should just pick something that would last her a good while instead of filling up at the beginning of the day. Hmmm.

Seven course meal gum, or everlasting gobstopper? Gum or gobstopper. Gum . . . or gobstopper.

She stuck her hoof in some pixie stick powder and licked it off idly as she pondered.

[Open!]

flickofthewrist

Flick's shifts at the candy store seemed to always be affected when the island went a little nuts. First, he'd been nearly forty and then he'd been a girl. This week, he was just himself which Flick was absolutely fine with. He did some shop clean up beforehand, making sure everything was stocked and nothing had melted due to the heat (hey, air conditioning was good but it was damn hot outside) before taking up his spot behind the counter.

After a minute or two, he grabbed some candy from the shelf behind him and had a sugar filled breakfast.

[Open!]

Current Mood: content

locointhecoco

Pinkie was playing with a couple of pez dispensers.

"Oh Catherine," said the Bitter Woman pez dispenser. "I've never felt so alive as when I'm with you. But -- what will we tell the children?"

"That we're in love, Joan," said Wendy the Werewolf Stalker pez dispenser. "And that love is the most important thing in the world! . . . Sorry, Carl."

The Ratman pez dispenser that had just hopped into the scene gasped melodramatically, and turned to sob into one of the aliens from Galaxy Quest.

As for why Pinkie was wearing a mustache, well. She was Pinkie.

[Open!]

shippedtomaine

When Emma came into work today, there was a new shipment waiting to be unpacked.

She opened the exceptionally large package and snorted in a most ladylike fashion. "Good thing this didn't arrive during the weekend."

[Open, no ocd. Link NSFW.]

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