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Game 2: Remember the Order of the Food (Part 1)
At the rooftop of the Thompson Hotel.
Director Leaves gestured to the edge of the blue curtains surrounding the deck. "Alright, please welcome our great waitresses, who are going to serve your delicious lunch!"
The first waitress appeared around the corner, smiling and carrying a large tray of several plates of amazingly prepared food. The red, yellow, and blue teams all clapped and eyed the tray with desire.
The waitress stopped by the yellow team's table first and gently settled down the tray. The second and third waitresses appeared and walked up to the red and blue teams, also settling their tray of food down on their tables.
All three trays contained the same food. The players rubbed their hands in glee, Otabek stood up to help his team's waitress move the tray to the center of the table. Victor thanked his team's waitress over and over again.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, for this! You show producers are too nice to us!" He placed a hand on his chest, looking at the director.
The waitresses began placing the individual plates of food on the table at a nice and even pace. Otabek looked at his table's food and compared it to the other two teams.
"Hey, we're the first ones to get here. So can we get a little more?"
Director Leaves shook her head. Otabek stuck his head out a little, unable to comprehend it. "No?"
The waitresses continued to lay out the plates on the tables and the players continued to gaze excitedly at them. Director Leaves decided to do a little more explaining.
"All of the food you see on the plates are all cold-prepared and ready to be eaten. Feel free to dig in after the waitresses finish placing all of them down."
Martz loosens the belt around her shorts. "Seeing all this food...well, I know that there's no way I can finish this with a restriction around my belly!"
The waitresses finished placing the plates down and began walking away in an orderly fashion. The players all grabbed their plates and forks and leaned forward to grab the available food before them.
But then Director Leaves held up a hand and shouted. "Hold on! Before you all eat, I have a little something for you to do." She smirked.
The players all look at her in shock and disappointment. Yuri. P angrily threw his fork and spoon down and rubbed his eyes in agony. The rest of the players began complaining and demanding to know what the 'little something' is.
"Are you kidding me? What is it!?" Victor cried.
"What is it!?" Chris agreed.
"What is it!?"
"Tell us!"
They all looked like they were ready to hurl their plates at the director. But before things could escalate to that level, the blue curtain surrounding the area that was located behind the players, suddenly fell down!
"Whoa!" Chris nearly dropped his fork as the curtain fell down behind him.
"Aaah!" Martz cried.
Phichit stood and turned around to see what was behind the curtain the whole time. His jaw dropped. The rest of the players did the same and turned around, equally shocked.
What was revealed behind the curtains was a large rectangular swimming pool, sparkling with lights and decorated with artificial plants around the edges. At the front edge, closest to the players, were six large boards of some kind.
"A pool!?" Georgi was in awe.
"Hold on, hold on. What does this have to do with food?" Chris questioned. "Because it's not good to go swimming until about an hour after eating."
"Do we have to eat and jump off those boards at the same time?" Otabek asked.
Director Leaves called for their attentions again. "Settle down, everyone! Now, choose two people from your team to go onto those boards behind you."
Victor looked at her skeptically. "Wait, two people? Like randomly?"
"Exactly. Or in anyway you want to, just choose two people to go sit on those boards."
Yuri. P pointed at the strange-looking boards behind them. His eyes darted on the springs hidden underneath and the little foot supporters that he assumes is where they're going to be putting their feet on.
"What are you planning, director?" He asked.
"But, wait!" Chris complained. "I can't dive. So...is it ok if I skip out on this one…?"
"It's not that deep!" Director Leaves countered. "Only 1.6 meters!"
Victor turned around, wide-eyed in shock. "Only 1.6 meters!? I can barely handle the shallow end of a recreation pool! This is deep! Have you prepared lifeguards just in case?"
They all began laughing. It seemed like these games are designed just to suit Victor's weaknesses. Yuri. K didn't care too much about the pool though. He just wanted to eat. "Hey, hey! But we still get to eat during this game, right? I mean the person who's not chosen to go onto the boards gets to eat, right?"
Director Leaves nodded and Yuri. K immediately made up his mind. "Alright, you two are going up. End of discussion."
Yuri. P and Martz gapped at him. But Yuri. K refused to budge from his table seat. He's going to have his lunch whether they liked it or not! The rest of the teams are also beginning to decide on who's going to stay at the table and who are going to go up to the boards.
At the yellow team, Chris and Otabek went up to the boards and nervously sat down. Their backs were turned to the pool and nervously glances at Sala, who didn't like it. "Don't look at me like that! I'm already getting goosebumps!"
"We don't even know what this game is going to be!" Otabek cried.
At the red team, Victor and Phichit sat down on the boards. Victor held on tight to the sides of the board as if his fingers were superglued onto it. Phichit was nervously laughing to calm himself down, but it only made him seem creepy.
Georgi looked back forth between the food and to his two teammates sitting down on the boards behind him. They gave him nervous thumbs up. "Hey, hey. It's ok. Don't worry about us." Victor soothed unsuccessfully.
"I am worried! I feel so isolated here, with you two back there!" Georgi complained.
Chris decided to ask the director one more time about the safety of this game. "Director! I seriously can't even tread water! Victor's right, is there a lifeguard nearby?"
The director pointed at herself. "Me. I'm a certified lifeguard. And there are two other lifeguards over by the side of the pool that are out of uniform, but still on duty. Relieved now?"
Chris and Victor shared a sigh of relief upon seeing two men, they assume to be lifeguards, wave to them from the right side of the swimming pool. Director Leaves continued on with the game. "Ok! Now everyone sitting at the tables, come on up. Here are the mission cards that'll tell you the rules of this game!"
The three players at their tables walked up to the director as their teammates nervously cheered them on. "Go! You got this! Don't worry about us!"
The second Sala looked at what's written on the back of the mission card, her eyes became giant saucepans. Georgi didn't dare turn around to look at his teammates and just shook his head at the camera that was pointing at him. Yuri. K looked like a zombie right after reading the printed rules.
Their teammates immediately demanded to see what was stated on those cards. The three players walked up to their teams and showed them the back of their mission cards. They also nearly fell back in shock.
Victor read it out loud. "Remember the Order of the Food. The player who's sitting at the tables has to make a burrito by selecting food from the plates IN THE ORDER that they were placed on the tables from the trays by the waitresses when we first came in!"
Phichit's mouth gaped open. "I wasn't even paying attention!"
Chris was ready to flip a dinner table over in that instant. "No! What kind of game is this!?"
Yuri. P shook his head and did a beheading gesture to himself, whispering to a nearby cameraman. "Actually, I'm very glad that Yuri. K decided to volunteer himself to sit at the table. I can't remember a single thing from when the waitresses placed those plates down."
Suddenly, Victor realized that there was more written. "Oh wait, hold on. After the player at the table finished making his/her burrito, and he/she is confident that the food was placed on, in the CORRECT ORDER, he/she may take a bite.
"If the order is right, then that team gets a point! But if the order is wrong, then the player's two teammates sitting on the EJECTION CHAIRS will be punished! What kind of punishment!?"
Otabek felt his pulse racing. "I'm already feeling the adrenaline rush, and this isn't even an international competition!"
"NO! I change my mind!" Yuri. P cried. "Piggy, let's switch, my memory isn't that bad actually."
Yuri. K refused to budge once again. "I don't care! I just want to eat! Go back to your ejection chair!"
The director called for the three players to go back to their individual tables. "This game is testing your memory. Your true memory. None of you guys knew about this game, so none of you paid attention to how the waitresses placed down the food. It's focusing on what you know from what you've observed. Good luck!"
Victor complained once more. "Can we have a quick player switch! Georgi's IQ isn't that high, so how about we switch him with Phichit? I mean, Phichit, you said that you're good at memory games, right?"
Georgi looked at Victor with offense while Phichit sweats. "Uhh…"
Director Leaves shook her head. "No player switches! Too late for that! You'll just have to go with the flow!"
At the blue team, Yuri. P and Martz sighed, knowing that with Yuri. K at the table, the two of them are about to receive a lot of punishment…
Sala looked rather confident, however. She eagerly picked up a pita and a pair of tongs, leaning over the plates of food before her. "Are you starting, director?"
"This game has now started! Whiste blows!"
The correct order of the food being placed down on the tables by the waitresses:
1) Lettuce
2) Beef slices
3) Grated cheese
4) Cherry tomatoes
5) Honey-garlic sauce
6) Diced carrots
7) Ham
Sala carefully observed the food before picking up the piece of lettuce from the first plate. Chris and Otabek nod eagerly as she placed it down onto her pita. She continued to look around, trying to remember which food was placed after the lettuce.
Victor took the chance to mess up the yellow team. Pretending to give advice, he cried. "Carrots! The diced carrots! They must be the second one!"
The rest of the players couldn't watch anymore due to the sheer pressure of this game. They began singing Twinkle, twinkle, Little Star, just to calm their nerves down. Sala, uncertain at which food was the next one, decided to take Victor's advice and placed the diced carrots on her pita.
From behind her, Otabek shook his head, knowing that she already made a wrong choice, but he can't say anything about it. Sala went on to pick the next food, a slice of beef, then the next one, and on and on.
By the fifth plate, Sala didn't know which food belonged to which rank anymore. So she just went with gut instinct. Picking up the sixth food, a tiny cherry tomato, she dipped it into the seventh dish, a tray of honey-garlic sauce. And she was done!
Wrapping the pita up into a roll, she turned around to face her two teammates. "I'm telling you guys right now, there's no way you'll receive any punishment!" She cried confidently.
"We believe in you until the end of time!" Chris cried equally confident. Otabek just stayed silent, preparing for the punishment he knows will soon come upon them.
Sala brought the burrito up to her mouth and slowly began taking the first bite of it. The red and blue teams looked over with intensity, eager to know what will happen. Sala takes another bite out of her burrito, nothing happened.
Chris felt that nothing was happening and let out a victorious. "Oh, yeah."
But then, Director Leaves shook her head and pointed at the people on the sidelines, who were controlling the function of the ejection chairs. Chris saw that too and his eyes immediately opened wide.
Without warning, the ejection chairs beneath Chris and Otabek sprang up, sending them flying out of their seats and into the pool behind them! The red and blue teams all applauded and laughed at the sight of the two yellow players receiving their punishment.
Sala looked behind her in shock. She failed her teammates. And she was so confident on her selections too! What did she do wrong?
In the pool, Chris and Otabek emerged from the water, sputtering and gasping while adjusting their wet hair out of their eyes. Chris grabbed onto Otabek but then realized that his feet could touch the bottom of the pool.
Victor and Phichit couldn't stop clapping at the amazing performance from the ejection chairs. Phichit threw in a little burn. "Hey, guys! Looking really handsome in there!"
"Thank you. I'll take that as a compliment." Chris threw right back.
Chris and Otabek made their way to the edge of the pool, crawling back onto the deck. Sala was still shocked that she made a mistake in her judgment.
Realizing that the punishment of his teammates would be ejection into the swimming pool, Georgi felt sweat pour down from his neck to his back and completely drench his red t-shirt.
"Seeing that happen...well, I feel that the pressure on me is greater than the pressure on my teammates. I mean, they're counting on me not to make a mistake! I can't promise that!"
Georgi shakily picked up a pita and began selecting the food using the tongs from the plates. His first choice was the same as Sala's, the piece of lettuce. He was pretty confident he saw the waitress put down the plate of lettuce first.
But that's all that he remembers. Nervous and uncertain, Georgi decided to pick up some grated cheese from its plate, then he moved onto the beef slices. From the ejection chairs, Phichit could already see that the order is wrong and silently prayed for his own survival.
Georgi stopped and looked around the table, trying to remember what the next dish was. Victor was growing scared and impatient and questioned whether or not Georgi was knowing what he was doing.
"Hey! Georgi! You're choosing your fourth food, right? Do you know it?" Victor asked.
Georgi shrugged his shoulders, trying to calm him down. "D—don't make me feel any more nervous than I already feel! You're going to mess me up!"
"You're already messing up! What's the fifth food? If you don't know that, how do you know what the fourth food is?"
The yellow team was enjoying the red team's struggles in choosing the proper order of food. They began purposely messing up Georgi's concentration by singing a parody of Row, Row, Row Your Boat, by replacing the 'row' with 'choose,' and the 'boat' with 'food.'
Then Chris looked over and saw Yuri. K's face at the blue team's table. "Oh! Check out, Yuri. K, look how hard he's struggling right now!"
They all looked at the blue team's table. Yuri. K was rubbing his eyes, desperately trying to understand the whole concept of this game and how to evade Yuri. P's laser-eyes when it is their turn. Which is going to happen very soon…
At the red team, Georgi finishes with his food selection and rolls up his pita. Although he was originally very hungry at the start of the game, he lost all his appetite now due to fear of what will happen should he consume this burrito.
Behind Georgi, Victor already knows that he and Phichit will be ejected into the pool and prepared a pose so that he would at least look good while flying through the air. Victor puts one hand on his head and held up two fingers with his other hand, trying to look like a happy tourist.
Phichit hits Victor's arm, telling him to have some faith in Georgi, even though, he knows that it's not going to end well for them. Georgi, wanting to redeem himself a little, decides to give backup reasons to support his selections.
"I feel that my selection is correct. Because back when the waitresses were placing down the food, I was helping them with it! So my judgment should, in theory, be more accurate than Sala's!" Georgi supported.
"We believe in you!" Phichit cried.
"Yeah! That's it, Phichit!" Georgi agreed. "Go red team!" He takes a big confident bite out of his burrito.
A millisecond later, Victor and Phichit were sent flying from their ejection chairs and into the swimming pool! Victor kept his pose throughout the time spent in the air to the moment his back hit the surface of the water.
Georgi sighed as he sulkily chews his burrito. It didn't taste that good anymore. The yellow team laughed and applauded, returning the favor the red team gave them back when they were ejected from their chairs.
"Don't worry, Georgi." Chris soothed. "We believe in you too!"
Georgi puts down his burrito and turns around to stand up. Facing the empty ejection chairs, he bows a deep and sincere apology bow, before sitting back down on again. In the pool, Phichit helps a scared Victor to the stairs at the corner of it.
They crawled back to their ejection chair. It was the blue team's turn now. Yuri. P felt his heart skip a beat, not in a good way, when the cameras all pan towards him and his team.
Knowing the harsh reality of punishment, Yuri. P attempts to raise Yuri. K's spirits a little. "Alright, Piggy. Forget about everything I said earlier, you're actually very smart. You're a genius! You hear me? A genius! Please keep us dry."
Martz covered herself with her arms, her entire shaking. "Aaaah! I want to cry right now! I was never a big fan of roller coasters or any violent ride in amusement parks, I don't know how I'm going to handle this!"
Ignoring the taunts and teases of the yellow and red teams, and his very 'supportive' blue team, Yuri. K picked up the first item for his burrito. A slice of beef. Completely different from what Sala and Georgi picked for their first item.
Without thinking twice, Yuri. K dipped the slice of beef into the honey-garlic sauce. From the other teams spectating, laughter burst out like a storm. Even though none of them knew the actual correct order. They were all 100% certain that the first dish was the lettuce, NOT the beef.
So what was Yuri. K thinking? Martz and Yuri. P knew it. They were doomed from the very start. Yuri. K continued picking his food items, going with the cherry tomatoes, then the grated cheese. Chris was confused as to what Yuri. K's logic was.
"Yuri. K, when you're nervous, how do you usually think?" Chris asked.
Yuri. K began to laugh, but Yuri. P came to his defense. "Hey! Stop distracting him! He's not nervous at all! You're trying to mess us up, that's all. Go on, Piggy—I mean, Genius, you got this!"
Martz began to discuss what she thinks the real order is with Yuri. P. "I think that the carrot dish was the around the last ones to be placed."
"The first and last ones are easy to guess, it's the ones in the middle that are harder to make out." Yuri. P said.
By now, Yuri. K had finished selecting his food items and rolled up his burrito. He looked very happy with it. Almost as if he didn't care about the order at all!
"Hey, guys. I'm going to eat it now, ok?" Yuri. K warned.
"NO! WAIT!" Martz cried, panicking. Yuri. P couldn't stand that ear-splitting scream right next to him and tried to calm her down. "Satan, Satan. We'll be going to together, I'll be all wet too. Feel better?"
The rest of the teams also tried to calm Martz down. Otabek shook his head at Yuri. K. "All he wants to do is eat."
Which was 100% true. Without shame, Yuri. K closes his eye as he takes a deep and sensual bite into his perfectly rolled up burrito. Victor pushed Phichit out of the way to see the look on his beloved's face as he ate.
Yuri. K leaned forward in an exaggerated fashion to display the amount of passion he has in consuming this lovely burrito. Yuri. P screamed in agony at the sight of their 'teammate' enjoying himself with lunch while he and his nemesis are about to be punished.
Victor takes a photo of Yuri. K's facial expression with his eyes before turning to wave at Martz and Yuri. P.
"Bye bye!"
Immediately, the ejection chairs underneath the two teenagers were launched, sending them through the air and into the swimming pool. Yuri. K stopped eating, unable to continue, knowing that he's about to get a mouthful of curses from his two teammates once they leave the pool.
Martz was barely able to touch the bottom as Yuri. P struggled to pull his wet hair out of his face, looking like a blonde labrador with it all over his eyes. The other two teams decided to give a standing ovation for their two favorite platinum blondes in the water.
Martz pointed a finger at Yuri. K. "You're not a team player, YUUURRRIII!"
Shrugging shoulders, Yuri. K continued to eat his burrito. "Eh, not as bad as I thought. Mmm...this is good."
Victor looked at him with dreamy eyes. "Awww, my Yuri's just hungry! That's all!"
From the pool, Yuri. P managed to get his wet hair out of the way and stuck out his middle finger at a still-eating Yuri. K. He and Martz made their way back to the ejection chairs.
Director Leaves observed that during the first round, none of the players from each team looked each other's choices to make out which ones were right and which ones were wrong. Perhaps this game a little too hard…
Well, time to tweak it! She raised her megaphone and called for their attention. "Alright! Time for round 2! This time, I'll change the rules a little. Instead of waiting for the player at the table to finish making the burrito and then eating it. The second the player puts on the WRONG food item, the two teammates gets ejected into the pool!"
They all groaned and complained. This rule makes it game easier in finding the CORRECT order of the food, but it also means MORE pain for the six players sitting on the ejection chairs.
"Director, why!?" They all cried.
"We truly thought that this was going to be a peaceful lunch!" Otabek complained.
"This isn't fair to us!" Victor gestured to all the players receiving the punishment.
Yuri. K agreed. "Victor's right." He takes a cherry tomato.
"This isn't fair." He pops a slice of beef into his mouth.
"Mmm. I mean, try and understand what our teammates in the back are going through." He continues talking in between bites.
"They are being flung into the air. Chomp. While we are several stories above the ground. Slurp. And landing in the pool on their backs. Swallow. That's painful. You're cruel and heartless, director. Urp. Excuse me. Oh, and! The pressure on us table players is high!"
Victor couldn't stop laughing at the huge appetite of his fiance. Director Leaves shook her head at Yuri. K to stop eating the food items and begin the second round already. This time, the blue team starts it off.
And this time, Yuri. P and Martz will be punished as soon as Yuri. K puts on a wrong food item. Yuri. K picks up a new pita and readies himself with the tongs.
"Alright, let's begin."
Hope you guys all enjoyed this chapter! Poor skaters, they can't handle the pool too well. Oh whatever, it's just melted ice. At least they're not being ejected onto an ice patch! Now THAT would be painful!
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