"You see, That.." They gesture to the bowl for a moment, staring in practical disbelief. "...That is art. You are not supposed to eat it. Don't be stupid. Just look at it." They set an example, staring into the bowl as mini clocks slip down the sides. "...it is art.. Not food... Chef is an idiot.."
"Why is there a portal to hell in my soup, Waiter?? I just got out of there!!"
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!
Lilith looks at the soup, then writes on a piece of paper, “My master made it, she probably wanted you back...I can ask someone to make you a new soup if you like, though...”
Lilith raises her paw for a waiter, then shows them a card she wrote on:
“This soup has a gemstone in it...Why? Did someone drop it in accidentally?”
*shrugs* "You said you wanted a hearty, rich soup! That gemstone makes it rich alright, your bill comes to $23,000 per carat."
"Uhh...why is there molten plastic in my soup?"
"Snickering uncontrollably" My who ever could have done such a thing Hmmfh. "He Kicks something that looks suspiciously like scissors under the table "I'm sure someone was just trying to make you laugh ill go make you a knew soup. " He smiled. He thinks he still has some grumpy cat memes in the back.
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" Waiter." He said very calmly. "Why is there a red string in my soup..and whys it connected to my pinky?! What the hell when did you put that on me?!"
"Pardon?" She lifts up the red string and finds a bobbin attached to it. It wasn't a string of fate after all...
"So that's where my thread went, but how... Sincerest apologies, I'll get you another one."
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She shoves away the sparkling bowl. "Waiter, may I ask why there's glitter in my soup?"
"You did ask for the Bedazzled Soup...It's just how that soup comes. I can go tell them to make you one without the glitter though."
"Waiter..." She looks at the bowl, making a disgusted face. "Why is there rotten flesh in my soup?"
"The person in back who cooked that is an even bigger fan of this man, he told me not to say anything about it, but it's clearly interfering with food quality. I'll be back..." She takes the soup and walks away.
"Waiter, why is there a butterfly in my soup?" She looks at the soup closer, trying to identify what particular butterfly got in her soup.
“I wouldn’ know, you prolly coughed it up or somethin’ , like if you had butterflies in your stomach,” they replied with a huff of annoyance, scooping the butterfly out with a spoon and setting it down on a napkin.
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“Uh Waiter, why’re you in my soup ? It’s not a public pool or anythin’. “
"Huh. Good question. Usually I'm not really pleasing to the eye, let alone my smell. But who knows?" He shrugged as he simply stood there in a ridiculously giant bowl of warm chicken broth. "I mean, I could be like a durian? A real stink bomb but I heard the fruit tastes pretty good. Are you gonna give me a try at least?"
He stood there at the table with his eyes never leaving his meal. He raised his hand. "Uh... before I ask for a new dish: Why is there a live cow in my soup? I thought you were supposed to cook the beef first!"