A forum game that's rather simple. Fill in the blank in the title of this post. It can be anything, as long as more sensitive material is blacked out and/or put into spoiler tags. Even stuff that won’t fit into soup or that aren’t physical things! The next poster is then the waiter that has to react to the thing in the above user’s soup.
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Example post chain:
Kuru: Waiter, there’s fire in my soup!
Cinna: That’s our special soup flambé, it’s supposed to be on fire. ——— Waiter, there’s a mouse in my soup!
Shenraza: You’re a cat, just eat it! ——— Waiter, there’s a strange glow in my soup!
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Rules:
1. You should post IC. This game could exist on any forum, the IC part is what makes this thread particular to Toyhouse.
2. Black out or spoiler content that might trigger others. Blood, for example.
3. Wait for either two people or 12 hours to pass before posting again.
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Suggestions:
Post surrounding circumstances!
Be crazy!
Have fun!
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Let the game begin, and may the odds be ever in your favor!
Viv stared at the soup, dumbfounded. How did that get in there? It most of come from the sky! "Congratz! You're now the proud parent of a worm on a string!" Viv loudly announced with a smile. "Keep it and I'll go get you another serving of soup!"
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"Waiter! There's stickers in my soup! Now they're all ruined :("
"Sis, I-" Veronica dramatically slammed her hand on the table and made a loud gagging noise. She covered her beak, then turned back to her customer, "That's kinda repulsive?? Could you have given me a warning before literally showing me a dead creature?? I hate this job now? Ugh." Veronica ran a hand through her hair and swiped the bowl in one motion. "You can keep the skeleton, that's ACTUALLY sooo gross."
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"UM... come here, slave? There's LITERALLY a vial of blood in my soup. I don't care who put it in, I'm calling the manager to get your ass fired."
"Ah! I'm so sorry, I thought you ordered that!" En scrambled to get the plate. He had to admit, he wasn't sure why she would order a vial to be put in her soup. Unless she meant... veal...?! "Ugh, idiot!" the prince scowled to himself before looking at Veronica apologetically. "I'm so, so sorry! I-I can get you a new one free of-" Before he could finish, she already made the decision to get his job. He sighed, defeated. It hadn't even been a full day since he'd gotten this job and he already lost it...
"Uh, excuse me! Waiter?" En beckoned you over then awkwardly pointed at his dish. "There's a loser in my soup."
Charlemagne is an entity who didn't need any sustenance in order to survive. It made sense... because he was a god. Everything he made in this city was because of him. But he was curious to watch how these meals were made and too his surprise; there was so many creative people. In fact, he was so impressed, that he even offered to help serve the those who was waiting for such meals.
'Waiter, there's a loser in my soup!'
A loser? He turned away, to see a familiar white-haired boy at one of the tables. Somehow with an empty bowl on top of his head as if he wore it like a helmet. Although, just one look at him, he understood why there was a loser in his soup.
He IS the loser! What a funny boy he is. Poor little prince who accepted how much of a failure he was, especially when his whole kingdom agreed.
"I see." He took the bowl off his head, and snapped his fingers. A wafting smell of onion left the warm bowl sitting before the young Prince. "You may be a loser now. But I am sure you'll be served the winning meal soon enough." He hushed the young boy before he could speak and flashed away a moment later.
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"Mortal waiter. I hope this isn't a mistake, or could it be that you beings aren't very good at taking orders. But... there's a... tuba in my soup."
Maribelle's eyes glanced over Diluvi's soup. She bit her tongue, feeling the need to, for whatever reason, be vicious. Such was the life of a seventeen-year-old girl.
"That is the pizza soup." she said, "But it looks like shit, doesn't it? It's a waste of good food, isn't it? I don't think soup and pizza should go together, ever." She curled her lip as she walked closer to the table. She took the bowl from the woman and looked inside to better inspect it. "But, why'd they give you pizza soup? You didn't order it, did you?"
There was a long pause, before she huffed, and muttered, "The people in the kitchen are useless. I'll get you some better soup."
Maribelle didn't want to say anything. She was smiling, though, her eyes wide as her hands wrapped around a small object. Her hands were dripping... from the soup. She looked up, glancing at the waiter passing by, and hesitated a moment. She carefully nudged them with her soupy hands and slowly parted her fingers in a cage to show the other person a striped toad. It was very alive. And quietly screaming.
"Why's this in my soup?" She asked them. Then, she quickly added, "Can I keep it?"
"Sorry for the inconvenience! I just thought it would be... DOLL-lightful!! Get it! Doll? Barbie? Hah... hah... And the dish would always stay with you because glitter never comes out of anything!... Haha.... Yeah I made it weird, I'm going to get you a refund."
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"Heyyyyy! Waiter!" Deflector called, leaning sharply back from her table as a firey glow enveloped the restaurant. "Waiter, there's a star in my soup."
"Oh, right. Hehe..." Ray carefully picked up the lightbulb by the base. "Sorry to interrupt your meal ma'am. This isn't a prank or anything. I'll get this out of here." Ray then went to the back where he hid hundreds of prank lightbulbs in a box in storage. He wasn't even a waiter! He was actually planning to sabotage the restaurant by replacing the real lightbulbs with the fake ones, in which they would only turn on when the switch was off. "How did it get there?" He thought. "Maybe this was a bad idea..." He then decided to take his box of prank lightbulbs and abort the mission.
"Um, excuse me, waiter?" He pointed to his bowl of soup in bewilderment. "What is this little figurine doing in my soup?!"
"Didn't you read the menu? Every batch of soup we make has a surprise inside, so every customer who orders it has a chance at getting a little present! I hope you enjoy your new plastic friend!"
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"Hey, waiter! Can I ask why there's a hamster in my soup? Or is that just normal around here?"
