Lazlo's Confessionals - June
Lazlo is seated on the far side of a curtain dividing two comfortable chairs. Lamps decorate the windowless hold of the ship and light it enough for anyone to see their way - and for him to see nothing but a silhouette on the other side of the curtain. The confessional hours are now open.
((ooc: All comments made to this confessional are assumed ANONYMOUS to Lazlo, unless the petitioner outs themselves. He may or may not ask a question or two, or give advice. All confessions remain private, all secrets will remain secret, regardless of what he thinks or says about them.))
((ooc: All comments made to this confessional are assumed ANONYMOUS to Lazlo, unless the petitioner outs themselves. He may or may not ask a question or two, or give advice. All confessions remain private, all secrets will remain secret, regardless of what he thinks or says about them.))