In a world of pure imagination

[the_house_rules]

Who: House (aka Willy Wonka/flood affected) and YOU (especially if you're a child and you like candy... because House-Wonka isn't creepy at all)!
Where: The kitchen.
What: He's just making chocolate, guys. And... being creepy. 
When: October 30th, around 9 AM (before the fires)... starting a busy day of chocolate making!

The first thing he remembered

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no child, but a passing visit from a spy.

[christ_onabike]

Bond didn't really feel responsible for this kitchen, he had more important things to be doing - mainly, seeking out this 'Admiral' and finding his true intentions. Never the less, he did pop by the kitchen now and then.

When he went by on the morning, he heard someone inside, so went to stick his head around the door. Normally, he'd have cooly walked inside, and probably gone unnoticed until he spoke.

But that was Willy Wonka. Gene Wilder. Whatever you wanted to call him. He was too surprised to even make a pun, and a lot of things had surprised him here, but this was... weirder than wolves stalking the corridors, or people from Shakespeare. Somehow. He just spent a moment staring.

[thegooddrjones]

Martha Jones? Well, Martha Jones could smell candy from a mile away. The scent of Wonka's chocolate twisted like an innocuous siren's call, all wonderful and delightful and precious. For Martha Jones, who'd already met the Candy man during the prior night's wandering, she knew pretty much what it was and what it could be. Skipping a bit down the hallway towards the kitchen, Martha had a broad grin on her face, because she was hungry and nothing in the world sounded better than chocolate.

Well, maybe ice cream! How brilliant would it be to find ice cream? Maybe Mr. Wonka would make her some ice cream. Martha had watched Willy Wonka with her cousin loads of times, and it was funny... maybe she'd pretend to be Adeola and that she'd never met Mr. Wonka! Well, that probably wouldn't work; not when she'd already admitted that there wasn't any other children aboard the ship

[the_house_rules]

Wonka was using a tiny kitchen tool like a trowel to smooth out the surface of the chocolate. Once it was nearly set, he would cut out dozens of miniature bricks, and allow them to finish setting, and then build the castle. He had the creamy mixture that would be mortar started in another large bowl, and was adding ingredients and mixing and switching back and forth to a large double boiler as he went between mortar and roofing materials, made from a darker chocolate. He was engrossed in what he was doing, when he was startled from his thoughts and his humming by a child. The one from last night.

Wonka looked not quite happy to see her, as though she were interrupting, but humored her with a perfectly put on smile, "Well, hello again, darling child..."

He eyed his chocolate. The trays, the bowls, the base for the castle, and then he looked at the little girl and her stuffed toy on the table, as if sizing up potential damages that could come from this.