Room 515, Tuesday Night

[anarchist_queen]

Having stolen borrowed the coffee maker from the common room, Leda boiled up the water for the cocoa, and debated lighting some soothing incense. She decided to let that go for the moment. There were also blankets for curling up in. She hoped she'd be able to help ease whatever was troubling Karla.

[For the afore mentioned Karla please. That they met up is okay for broadcast, but I think any details are not.]

Comments

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Yeah it's a weird holiday. It's been kinda blurred through centuries of cultural mixing and commercialism. All I know for certain is that it all started out as a festival called Sowan spelled Samhain, where the barrier between the world of the dead and the world of the living was really really thin. Almost non-existent."

[glacial_queen]

"Why do you even have that barrier?" Karla asked. "In this world, I though dead was dead."

Except for vampires.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

"Ooohhhhh that's getting into a whole thing that people have been debating since the beginning of everything." She shrugged. "There's ghosts, but not everyone believes in them. Course, for a long time, no one believed in Elves either."