June 7 // Robin, OPEN
Date: June 7
Characters: Robin, OPEN to all characters
Location: Chicken coop, slaughterhouse
Summary: The colony's refrigerators are distinctly lacking in meat. The chicken coop contains far too many chickens. Robin decides to do something about both of these, killing two birds with one stone. Or several birds with one knife, whatever.
Warnings: Blood, the slaughter of innocent animals?
Robin stood nervously in the slaughterhouse. He was wearing one of his jumpsuits... he'd spent enough time getting bloodstains out of his uniform already.
So... chickens, he thought. He'd never done this, or anything like this before. He'd been around animal death; he'd been present when several of the circus animals had been euthanized. And he definitely wasn't squeamish about blood and guts. But personally, intentionally ending the life of another living thing... that was something different.
Robin peered in the viewport at the happily oblivious fowl. He was pleased to note that the chickens had stopped eating their eggs when he'd added snail shells to their diet. Thank heavens the library's well-stocked with reference material, he thought. He had had absolutely no idea what to do.
He realized he was stalling. Robin turned and glanced around the room one more time, making sure he had everything he needed: a large pot of boiling water, sharp knives, buckets.... Robin turned back to the door, taking a deep breath. "All right," he said, "let's do this."
Characters: Robin, OPEN to all characters
Location: Chicken coop, slaughterhouse
Summary: The colony's refrigerators are distinctly lacking in meat. The chicken coop contains far too many chickens. Robin decides to do something about both of these, killing two birds with one stone. Or several birds with one knife, whatever.
Warnings: Blood, the slaughter of innocent animals?
Robin stood nervously in the slaughterhouse. He was wearing one of his jumpsuits... he'd spent enough time getting bloodstains out of his uniform already.
So... chickens, he thought. He'd never done this, or anything like this before. He'd been around animal death; he'd been present when several of the circus animals had been euthanized. And he definitely wasn't squeamish about blood and guts. But personally, intentionally ending the life of another living thing... that was something different.
Robin peered in the viewport at the happily oblivious fowl. He was pleased to note that the chickens had stopped eating their eggs when he'd added snail shells to their diet. Thank heavens the library's well-stocked with reference material, he thought. He had had absolutely no idea what to do.
He realized he was stalling. Robin turned and glanced around the room one more time, making sure he had everything he needed: a large pot of boiling water, sharp knives, buckets.... Robin turned back to the door, taking a deep breath. "All right," he said, "let's do this."