Room 515, Tuesday Afternoon

[anarchist_queen]

Wow, that was a lot of empty bottles around the bed. Leda was passed out, dead to the world enjoying a blissfully dreamless sleep. Later she'd have a hangover to end all hangovers, but that was later.

She'd managed to take off one boot, but otherwise was fully clothed.

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[glacial_queen]

Karla stopped by to Leda's room to say goodbye before she left. It had taken a lot of courage to come up, to face the girl she had failed so entirely. She'd come to apologize, to cry, and hopefully to kiss and laugh before saying goodbye. But seeing Leda like that, seeing her refusing to face what the others--what she!--were nearly clawing their hearts out over...

Well, first, it made her tear up. And then it made her angry.

Later, she would empathize, even try to understand. Right now, all Karla could do was whirl around and stomp down the hall, crying bitter tears the entire way.