A Royal DDR Party
Dear Alanna,
Queen Thayet cordially invites you to attend a royal DDR party. It will be held in the queen's chambers next Saturday, July the second at dusk. Bring nothing but yourself and a bag of chips.
Alanna stared at the pierce of parchment the messenger had handed her and grimaced. What was Thayet up to this time? And what were chips?
Saturday Morning, July the Second, in the Queen's Chambers
"What is that, Thayet?" Jon asked, pointing to the floor.
Thayet, who had been busily pushing furniture out into the hall, turned and looked. "Oh. That's Numair's newest creation. He calls it 'DDR' or Dance Dance Revolution. It's a game, sort of. You see, you step on the arrows on the floor as you see them come up on that screen," here she pointed to a panel on the wall Jon hadn't noticed before. "It runs on magic. It's a new kind of dancing. C'mon. I'll show you."
Later that day
"Jon? Are you okay?" Raoul asked his friend. The king was currently practicing for the DDR party later that day. "Jon!"
Jon looked up, finally realizing that he had an audience. "Ummm..." he said, looking around. Each and every man in the King's Own that wasn't on duty in the north stood along the wall to the practice court, watching their king, smiles on their faces. Raoul was there too, not smiling, but trying not to laugh to hard.
"Jon," Raoul said, "what are you doing?"
Jon put his hands on his hips, and scowled at Raoul. "For your information, I'm practicing for the DDR party tonight. Thayet threw me out of her rooms because I was too good, so I came out here. Do you have a problem with that?"
Raoul couldn't stand it anymore. Jon's dancing was horrible. Rolling on the ground, Raoul squeaked out a 'no'.
Jon, fed up with his friend, stormed off.