Director steps around an archway in time to dodge the mop. "Has anyone seen the facilities? I mean, I'm all in favor of expanding the place, but, really! A man should be able to find the bloody..." A conga-line of authors boogies by, drinks in hand, nearly bowling down a team of waitresses bearing dessert trays. The noise of the dancers, the mariachi band and the stomping feet drowns out whatever he was trying to say.
"Oh, WelshDude! Good of you to help out! But I have to tell you that sort of interactive AAR has been done, sometimes with very mixed results. Make sure you walk that idea past the moderators before you start! Back when I still had a Ring of Power we'd have had... views... on the subject. Send them a PM, and don't expect too much - that's my advice."
"For my part I still think one of the best AARs I ever wrote was presented as a series of essays. Until I got carried away on all the wars it was short, sharp and tons of fun to write. Still, I've never been able to be brief."
He looks up at the word-balloon over head. "See what I mean?" Pulling out a pen, he pops the balloon, showering letters that chime like crystal as they shatter into dust on the floor.
"Place is getting stranger by the day," he mutters and claps WelshDude on the back. "But! That's just how we like it, eh!"