The last one I was in was cold, uncaring, and everyone gossiping about everyone else. Kind of like all the other halls I've been to during the 29 years I was in. And not to mention the shows that went on when the Hounder's hounder came around. There was an elder in the last hall that I went to that would not talk to me for over 3 years. He had visions of becoming a C.O. himself, so when the C.O. was standing there he came up and hugged me. I asked him why he would hug me when he would not even speak to me in years. You should have seen the look on both of their faces. Needless to say, he is in the same place, kissing the same asses trying to get ahead.