How Would You Handle The Choreography For Auf Wiedersehen Augustus Gloop From Charlie And The Chocolate

How would you handle the choreography for Auf wiedersehen Augustus gloop from Charlie and the chocolate factory the musical?

Oh we have two left-feet and a bad memory, so we couldn't even tell you the coreography for the current musical versions of AwAG.

Not having a 'chocolate lagoon' or a tiny hose-sized pipe would be a good start for whatever's going on there though.

So we made our own musical wonka...

WW&tCF (OC) - FR: Class War - 'Mr. Pratt'

Meet Mr. Cornelius Twat Pratt: teacher of the 'Class for Excellence' (it's just the upper set), Mr. Turkentine's long-standing rival, and avid John Lennon kinnie. also he's designed after matt berry.

There are two things that piss this man off more than anything: 1) That the Beatles split up (of which he is in a support group for) & 2) That Charlie Bucket, a member of Mr. Turkentine's class, won a Golden Ticket and the entire bloody Wonka factory.

Also, Mini-fic for the art:

Pratt stood at the front of his pristinely perfect classroom, nothing out of place but the slightly unkempt children sitting in front of him. His shorter-than-average bulky frame was far more apparent when measured up to the height of the blackboard, but what he lacked in stature, he made up for with a presence that took up more space than it had right to. "Good morning, Class. And Congratulations." His words had an odd cadence to them, almost like they weren't being pronounced correctly... "You are the chosen ones. Those deemed worthy enough for a chance to be the best. And if you're in my class, you Will be the best." His lips unfurled into a toothy, smug grin. "Why?" The mentor stretched out an arm, equipped- oddly- with a conductor's baton instead of the usual pointer or ruler. With a loud clack, Pratt slammed it against the blackboard, the words 'Win.' written gorgeously in cursive chalk. "Because you have one purpose in life: to Win."

Pratt lowered his baton, mouth forming an almost pout, eyebrow raised. "Failure is not on the curriculum. Perhaps for other classes- 7A, 7C, and damn well sure 7B" a slight growl slipped into tone for the last, but very quickly dissipated. "Never 7S."

In his white turtleneck and light blue-grey suit, he looked more like a fancy CEO giving a pep-talk than the teacher of a rather lower-tier comprehensive school. Pratt closed his eyes, and broke into an almost mocking tone. " 'How am I, a small weakly child, to raise to such ranks' you may sing out in desperation. Follow me, and you. will. find. your. answer." His grin dropped, a serious tone, and outstretched his arms, "So long as you are in this class, I am your God. Your Messiah. And if you fail me, you'll surmount to nothing. Understand?" As he looked out at the children he would teach for the forthcoming years, a chant of 'yes, sir' perfectly in tandem- likely out of intimidation, albeit- he could only feel power coursing through his body. Turkentine stood no chance.

#also im imagining bill would write poetic love notes randomly n turkentine would respond like. Okay - @miketeavee

YES- You get it.

And because Bill's writing is the most gorgeous cursive, everyone thinks Turkentine has a womanly admirer. So David Turkentine's over here like 'Yes, a woman. A lady woman. A female lady woman.' and that works fine because at least they don't think he's gay.

me, joking about a shitpost ship of the math teacher / the sweetshop owner from Willy Wonka: haha that's funny.

me, thinking about it: Yeah, but... Mr. Turkentine- a man who dislikes kids and sweets- complaining about his schoolkids to his partner. Bill- a man who adores kids and runs a sweetshop- softly teasing in response because everything he's saying is amusingly ironic, and he's heard the same complaints a million times before yet doesn't care because he loves him and that's just a part of it.

me, really thinking about it: Having to pretend they're 'good friends' because this is the dawn of the 70s, and being gay had only just been decriminalised, it was 2 years from being stricken as a disorder, and was still considered a 'deviation'. Two men who work primarily around children, would have to be so incredibly secretive about their love, only seeing eachother when there are believable excuses present, meeting only when the shop is closed for the night, but doing it anyway because that's just how it had to be.

me: ... fuck I think I ship it unironically.

This server is the reason we've gone a little awol in the past weeks, and the reason we've fallen head-over-heels back into the Wonka fandom. Amazing people, fantastic discussion, and quite active. Would recommend!

Also for Systems: they have Pluralkit & a 'no using it to RP rule'. And it's proven itself to be a safe-space for CatCF fictives should you have any. People have spoken to our Vi, Mike, Dolly, & Bill and no-one's been weird about it.

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