AN: You guys remember "Can I Park My TARDIS Here?" right? If you don't, you might want to read that first.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but Emily, Eliza, Dina, Random Partygoers, and the onion dip. Keep your fingers OUT.

Emily had a graduation party at her parents' place sometime in April. They had a huge three-story house, but it was just a few of us and a lot of food.

"So what are you going to do now?" Emily asked. "Are you going to go home, or officially move out? And are you going to look for a legit job?"

I laughed. "My mom would hunt me down if I didn't come home. I'll probably look for a job around where my family lives first. What about you?"

"I don't know. I'm trying to decide which career to get into." She shrugged.

I lowered my voice as I looked around the room. "Do you even know all of these people?"

"Well, most of them. I think we've got a party crasher, but so far he hasn't done anything besides stick his fingers in the onion dip," Em replied.

"Is he… trying to cosplay or something?" I asked.

"Yeah, what the heck is up with the Spike duster?" I grinned at her Buffy reference. "He could smuggle so many puppies in that thing!"

"Better a leather overcoat than a ninja headband," I replied. "Manga geeks are even worse than Buffy geeks."

"Not to mention it'd clash with his hair." She was right. The blue would look almost grey next to his dark copper-colored curls. "Do we have to worry about him pulling out a stake or something?" Emily asked as we turned toward the stairs.

"Nah," I replied after a pause. "He's wearing a novelty shirt that says 'Schrodinger's cat is dead.'"

"But I thought it was alive and dead at the same time." She looked like she wanted to call the shirt retarded.

"Maybe the back says it's alive." I said. "Can't exactly see through leather, can I?"

She laughed at my mock-English accent as she leaned on the wall under the banister. "So are you up for a game, or are we all just going to sit around and be awkward?"

"I'm not your only guest," I said, "Why don't you ask everyone else?"

"Because," she whined, "I stink at talking to a lot of people."

I raised an eyebrow. "There's like, ten other people here! Maybe twelve."

"Yeah, but I don't know all of them. Would you mind distracting the crasher or something?" She gave me the puppy eyes.

"Emily, you're just announcing a game. Go like, three steps up your stairs and say, 'Hey, everyone. Who wants to play a game?' and go from there." I nudged her with my elbow.

She gave me a pained look before she went around the banister-wall and up a few steps. "Hey, guys," she said timidly. "Guys, who wants to play a game?"

Everyone turned to look at her.

"What kind of game?" the party crasher asked. I thought for a moment he had an accent, but I couldn't be sure at such a short sentence.

"Umn…" Emily looked like she'd been thrown off just by being asked a question by someone she didn't know.

I looked up and mouthed, "Go Fish!"

"Go Fish," she said quickly.

I heard a couple of snickers behind me, and saw Emily's face turn red. "I mean… 'What If.'"

Dina, who was probably more interested in playing Go Fish, asked, "What kind of game is that?"

Em looked down at me. "I-I'm not sure," she lied. "I've never played, but Eliza can tell you."

I rolled my eyes and turned back to the small crowd. "Basically, everyone sits in a circle and has a sheet of paper and a pen. You write down a random 'What If' question. Say… 'What if Doctor Who wasn't just a TV show?'" I inwardly sighed, knowing half the people wouldn't understand the rules until halfway through the game. "Then everyone folds their paper up into fourths and puts it in the middle. Everyone grabs a random paper out of the middle—not their own—and answers the question they get. Then we go around the circle. First person asks the question they got, and the next person says the answer to their question. After everyone's had a laugh, that same person then reads off their question, and the next person reads their answer. It goes on until every question and answer has been read, and then we write new questions."

I saw a few shrugs and "Why not?" faces, so I went to get some paper.