"Didn't anybody tell you not to go out n' eat with the ladies after bingo night? Next thing you know, there's a whole quilt in your soup!"
"...Waiter! There's a whole rabbit in my soup! It's nibbling at the boiled carrots..."
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!
"Well goddamn let the poor lil' thing eat too!! It's clearly hungry!!" She laughs and grabs the plate back "Plus, when you said you wanted it fresh I thought you meant quite literally!~"
"WAITER!!! Why is there is a literal woman in my soup???... Not that I'm complaining of course!"
"Well you did ask for the 'Hottest soup we had'" Gravewood nods, very obviously uncomfortable by the fact he's had a waiters uniform crammed overtop of his usual clothes. Why is he here? Does he really need money that bad? "If you want something milder, I'd suggest the milquetoast soup. It comes with a college aged guy who's never worked out in his life and doesn't stop talking about craft beer."
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"Waiter! Why the hell is there a set of deer antlers in my soup? I'm pretty sure that doesn't add to the damn flavor." He grumbles, crossing his arms.
Crescent's face became pale, this was the biggest mistake in his artist life. He just came here to do his part time job, but apparently he dropped one of his pen into the soupwhile serving...without even knowing it. "M-my apologies! I will get you a new bowl ASAP!" He quickly picks up the bowl, try not to spill it and rushed back to the kitchen.
Crestcent looked into his bowl of soup, then he called out a waiter. "Waiter! There is...um..." he picks up what appeared to be a living, kicking lump of dust "...a dust bunny in my soup."
"Yes, yes, I see the problem here, I do!" Kul set down a can of beans on the table. "This soup is significantly lacking in beans! Quite the conundrum. But it's quite alright now, I've fixed it! This is precisely why I carry a can with me at all times!"
"Waiter! I do hate having to be so troublesome, but I seem to have a second bowl of soup inside my bowl of soup! This is EXACTLY what I said I DIDN'T want!"
"It's our Special Limited Edition Sale Promotion Of Double Soup Once In A Life Time (SLESPODSOIALT), sorry for didn't inform you. But this is a once in a life time chance, are you sure you want to take the first bowl only?" Obviously it was a mistake, the worm is just too lazy to deal with the second bowl of additional soup.
"Um...waiter. I have a problem." Sneaky glared at the next character "Why is there a furby in my soup? The long one?"
"Oh, I'm sorry? I thought you ordered Knife Soup. I will get you a new bowl!" Catele obviously was smiling, this cat's wrath toward humans is getting too far.
She's gonna bring the new bowl of borscht with shaving razors in them. Let's hope Ace doesn't chew on one.
"Waiter!" The cat shouted with an upset expression "Why is there burnt water in my soup? Please explain."
"Thats what soup is," he said dryly, "Heated, or 'burnt' water."
On closer inspection, it seemed that somehow this water really was burnt....somehow. Wallace Grimaced.
"Alright...so I'm not sure how the kitchen managed that, but I'll replace it pronto."
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"Waiter, how'd you get numbers in my soup?"
Manslaughter was just trying to make some moolah.
But, who the fuck would hire her to work at a restaurant?
The child scuttled up to Wallace upon being called over. She peered down at his bowl of piping hot soup, barely able to make out the appearance of a soggy, paper number amongst the broth and noodles. And then another number. And then another. With a loud huff, Manslaughter crossed her arms and glowered at Wallace.
"That's my old math homework." she said, "I put it in there, 'cause I don't want it no more." Why didn't she just throw it in a garbage bin outside? Who knows.
"Uhh, waiter? Come fucking look at this shit!" Manslaughter slammed her hands onto the table's edge and hoisted herself up in her seat, unabashed by the gawking of onlookers. She placed her hands on her hips, and then, with a mighty breath, pointing down at her soup.
"I wanted some fucking tomato soup!" she shouted, "You know, without raviolis!"
"With all due respect, those are Tortellini." The Arcanaloth stated as he pushed up his glasses. "A tortllini is formed by cutting a square of dough, filling it, and then wrapping the dough into a 'navel' shape, which is why some cultures name it as such, meanwhile Ravioli is formed by spreading large sheets with filling inside, and then cutting into..."
He trailed off, then cleared his throat. "I'll take this back to the kitchen right away."
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"Excuse me, Waiter." Boremir said, apprehensive. "There's a Scorpion in my soup."