There are few things St. John dislikes worse than being cooped up because nature is doing something that prevents him escape. Amongst those are root canals, the Shop, and getting seeds stuck in his teeth ( Read more... )

( i don't deserve sarcasm )

( This is why you don't not tell things )

So St. John is perhaps just kickin' it in his hotel room, teaching Ramon to play poker. He is perhaps the worst teacher in the world, because he doesn't have an ounce of patience, so ... there are things in this world that have gone better. Things like World War II. Won't someone interrupt them, for the LOVE OF GOD AND LITTLE GREEN CHEESEBURGERS

John swings by the Sheriff's office in his car. It's a wide-body hard-top model, so there's plenty of room for passengers as he pulls to a stop and (quietly, discreetly) calls for volunteers to go out to Country Road 17 and stop the third group headed to town. In the trunk, he's got spare weapons and ammo. Load up, all.

Ramon sits quietly in the hotel room he and St. John share, setting about to taking his clothes out of his suitcase, unfolding each article, folding it again, then putting it back. He's not going to unpack fully, just because of St. John's occasional habit of tossing all of Ramon's belongings out when the mood takes him. Things are easier to ( Read more... )

When they reach the Dam Site Inn, Nica's not exactly ecstatic, but it'll give her somewhere to have a shower and regroup. Also, she might get the opportunity to figure out more of this whole mystery that is St John -- the fact he's an asshole isn't a huge mystery, but Nica is easily fascinated by what she perceives as 'puzzles' (when they're people ( Read more... )