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[absinthe_eyed]

If anyone would like to mark their doors with blood, I have some--one or two doors' worth.  It doesn't take much.  Mark it like this.  I don't know how closely the deities expect us to follow the Biblical myth, but it seems sensible to replicate it as closely as possible.  The blood came from a young male lamb... unblemished, as prescribed

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[had_not_lived]

Do you really think we have to? I'm not sure I could stomach it...

[absinthe_eyed]

You and Todd can come here. You won't have to that way.

[had_not_lived]

Billy lives with us, too... I don't want to crowd you and Shilo, maybe we should just do our own door? Um. If we can have some of the-- you know. [NEIL HATES THIS CURSE OK. Gross stuff abounds.]

[absinthe_eyed]

I'll bring it over.

...Would you like me to paint it on your door? [Not that Justin's wild about this curse, but he's already done the killing and puking. Why not paint another doorframe?]

[chasingmorning]

[Of course she wants people to be safe. And of course she ants whatever is going on to be over... but absolute compliance with killing something and then having its blood around, that's different.

Justin knows what's going on though, she reasons. At least he acts like it. She was not present or a part of the lamb retrieving and...the rest of it.

She watches him take to the kitchen.]

Food is part of it?

[absinthe_eyed]

[Justin doesn't know what he's doing, and the parts he knows about? He would rather not. He's going to feel guilty about that damn lamb for a long time. He doesn't look at Shilo from his food preparations.]

In the Bible, yes.

[Paaause.]

I'm sorry.

[chasingmorning]

[She leans on the counter near his workspace.]

It's okay.

[From the look of the kitchen, it's like nothing happened out of the ordinary.]

We just don't know.

[About the City she means, about the end. She sighs, not quite a teenage melodramatic type to give a frustrated father. But a little one. Being mad at Justin isn't done. And she isn't mad.]

I hope nothing bad happens.

[absinthe_eyed]

Not exactly.

[What's left of the lamb is outside and it was slaughtered and bled with as much obsessive neatness as possible.]

We're not going to know until it's too late to do anything else.