Lazlo's Confessionals - August
Lazlo is once again 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 confessions are assumed anonymous unless your character accidentally/deliberately outs themselves. He may or may not try to give advice, too))
((ooc: all confessions are assumed anonymous unless your character accidentally/deliberately outs themselves. He may or may not try to give advice, too))