Ice Cream & Dancing!

[sweariwontdie]

There's a note pinned to the bulletin board, or rather an invitation.

You are cordially invited for ice cream and dancing in the ballroom. All are welcome.

-Armand St. Just

[[Several people also got individual invitations including, but not limited to, all the hobbits, any elves that are friendly with or accidentally related to Armand, Karla and any

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[opal_escort]

Morton wanders up behind Armand, staring at the stereo system. It's like nothing he's familiar with. "Hullo, Armand. What," he asks, "is that?"

[sweariwontdie]

Armand smiles nervously. "Well, according to the directions, you put these--" He holds up a CD, still in it's case. "Into it and music comes out. It doesn't seem to work."

[opal_escort]

Morton blinks at the CD a moment, then picks up the directions and flips through them. "It looks complicated."

[sweariwontdie]

"I thought it would be easier. It's for the dancing." He bites hls lip.

[opal_escort]

Morton looks at the directions, then at the stereo, then shakes his head. "I wish I could help, but I'd have no idea what to do with any of this."

[sweariwontdie]

"Well, have some ice cream. I'l work it out somehow."

[opal_escort]

"Alright. Good luck with it." He gives Armand a grin before going over to get some ice cream.