We Only Have Tomorrow

[employeeoftheyear]

[True to his word, on 6pm Thursday Spongebob has the party at the library set up and ready to go! It's filled with cute handmade decorations, snacks, and cobbled together games! Even with all the help he accepted, it's very clear that this was a passion project for Spongebob.

Taped around the library is a set of rules, and frankly there were a Lot of rule fliers around the library.]

RULES
1. Bring your own food and games! The more fun the better!
2. Stay as long as you want! We can make it a sleepover!
3. ABSOLUTELY NO MURDERING
4. Have fun! 💗💗💗💗💗

[Luckily for those who are aware of the cartoon, the party doesn't seem nearly as micromanaged as it could have been mostly because this party is more in a desperate attempt to keep everyone alive than anything else so have as much fun as you can before tomorrow!]

Comments

[alchemistake]

[Varian told Farrah he'd never been to a party before...so surely, this can count as his first, right? Sure, there's something...particularly sobering that one of the rules on Spongebob's fliers is Absolutely no murdering, but it's...probably fine. He really doubts anything is going to happen, especially not with how it seems they've all reached a sort of silent agreement that murder is bad, actually.

Definitely not worth it, no matter what the Wizard throws at them.

So Varian will be set up at one of the tables with a chess board, a deep dish blueberry-bacon pie, and some red vines if anybody wants something to snack on. Ruddiger is perched on his shoulder eating an apple because Varian has banned him from all candy and sweets, no guesses as to why...

Be forewarned if you decide to go a round with Varian, he's one of Those Nerds.]

[voicerights]

[so after calming down

and doing the whole. Quest For Mountain Dew thing.

the SQUIP is now Chill as can be, and will go ahead and seat itself opposite Varian at the chessboard.

yes. this is logical. acceptable.]

[alchemistake]

[Oh hey, it's the SQUIP. Thankfully seeming a lot more....chill than before, for sure. Varian is still a little worried? But...he's not sure how much else he can do himself.

Chess seems to be a good distraction, if nothing else.]

Oh, hey! Up for a game?

[voicerights]

You're observant. [So dry. But it nods.] Black or white?

[alchemistake]

Hmm...black.

[Varian shifts the board so that the black pieces are lined up on his side. He'd gotten everything all set up before hand, so really all they have to do is start.]

I don't get to play against people all that often, so this should be fun.

[Time to see if you can beat a computer!!]

[voicerights]

Strictly speaking, I am not 'people' either.

[Just gonna go ahead and move a pawn. AND WE'RE...GOING TO VAGUEHAND THE REST OF ITS MOVES]

[alchemistake]

[SAME HERE BECAUSE I DONT KNOW HOW TO PLAY CHESS it's fine it's fine]

You got me there! My dad actually taught me how to play...we used to play a lot when I was little, but I got to a point where I'd always win and...that's no fun.

[voicerights]

You're a clever boy, Varian. Have you difficulty in finding others to play with?

[alchemistake]

Mmm kinda...

[Varian props his cheek up in one hand, moving one of his pieces.]

I don't really have any friends my age back home. Most of the other adults in my village are either too busy or give me a wide berth since my experiments can be kinda...volatile.

[brokeforgood]

[And here's the reason why Ruddiger's banned from candy and sweets, perching on the side of the table, careful not to sit in the pie, munching on red vines.]

Boooo! Fuck Chess!

[alchemistake]

[Wow! Varian raises a brow at Farrah as he straightens one of the pieces that had gotten briefly knocked down when she had a seat.]

Hey, we do not defile chess in this household. What did it ever do to you, huh?

[brokeforgood]

Dropped me during a football game. [ She picks up one of the knights, and makes a whinny sound, galloping it across the chess board.]

[alchemistake]

[Varian pauses, his raised brow becoming TWO raised brows.]

The...what?

[What's football???]

[brokeforgood]

[Shes galloping the knight into the sky now. Look at it go!]

Oh, sorry. At the pigskin ball game.

[alchemistake]

[That's a more fun use of the chess pieces, lbr. Ruddiger makes a little raccoon sound, almost like he's laughing.

Meanwhile, Varian's just like.....LIKE]

That actually gives me more questions than answers, Farrah.

[brokeforgood]

Isn't that the way old timey people talk about football? Throw around the ol’ pigskin?

Whatever. The football isn't the point. [She puts the knight down on the wrong side of the board and picks her giant purse up that she snagged from the costume room a while ago, and digs through it. Once she’s rustled past all the liquor bottles and the bag of cell phone rice —- Oh. There it is. She whips out the death note.]

It’s a sport. And I’m a cheerleader, so it’s my job to cheer on our team. They really suck, by the way, so we were really the only reason anyone showed up for the games. Still are, I guess, but not because we’re good. [She opens the death note. ... Oh boy, Farrah’s really gone to town here. She flips through at least five double sided pages of death wishes for Riley, which are all tiny, neatly written, and have creative ways of death like “eating her own college admissions essay” or “literally melting after finding out she’s in last place on the class ranking”.]

So we dance and chant and do tricks and stuff. Only, this time—- [There’s a page with only one line written on it, and it’s struck through, like she’s felt guilty about it. Something about Clark and a bad hair day.]

This girl. Chess. She fucked up. And dropped me. And everyone saw. [Jesus Christ, Farrah. There are even more pages of death wishes against Chess, with very creative and public and humiliating ways of death listed.]

[alchemistake]

[OH, THAT....IS SURE A LOT OF DEATH THREATS. Which, I mean. He can't say he blames her, since he knows Riley to be the girl who presumably killed her in cold blood. He's a little more bothered by the death note since he knows from Orpheus what it does, but...maybe it's just a prop.

Yeah he's going to tell himself that.

Anyway, he listens as she explains, having to mentally piece together himself what a cheerleader is, which is helped along when she actually explains it herself pretty succinctly.

...the girl was named Chess, that. Is ironic.]

Oh...oh wow.

[Varian can't help but wince, because while that does sound pretty inocuous, it must mean a lot to Farrah. So he's not about to be insensitive, here.]

Chess...do you think she dropped you on purpose, or...?

Chess!

[violentenvies]

[Salieri is no chess master, but it is a popular game to be sure. So he'll slide into the seat across from Varian]

Good evening, gentlemen. [yes, that is both to Varian AND Ruddiger.] I'm assuming this board isn't set up just for show.

[alchemistake]

[Varian laughs, spreading his hands out palms up as if to better show off the chess board he's set up.]

Hardly. This is a declaration of war.

[His grin would almost look scary, if he wasn't clearly joking around.]

Are you up for a challenge, Sir?

[violentenvies]

[oh. The joking makes a smirk curve the corners of Salieri's mouth, and he leans an elbow on the table]

Certainly. By all means, I'll accept your challenge, good Sir.

[alchemistake]

Alright then! Black or white?

[All of the pieces are set up, so it's a matter of turning the board the right way.]

[violentenvies]

I'll take black.

[alchemistake]

[The board was conveniently turned the right way already for that, so LET THE HANDWAVED MOVES BEGIN because fuck if I know how to play chess]

I didn't know you could play chess, Salieri. Guess I'll be finding out first hand if you're any good, huh?

[violentenvies]

Of course. Chess is a game of the nobility, after all. [after Varian moves first, Salieri will start off the game easily, neither playing a strong offense or defense. He's just trying to get a feel for how Varian plays]

It would be a shame if I wasn't at least a decent player.

[alchemistake]

[Varian plays very logically. He's going to make his moves according to how Salieri does...maybe a touch aggressively? Mostly because he wants to impress him, or probably make it seem like he's better than he is at the game.]

I like to say I'm pretty good too. Not that I've had somebody to play in a while, but...you know. It's like riding a bike! Probably.