did you know it doesn't even hurt [last night, St John]

[lovegonetowaste]

It takes Nica a while to get organised (she's inclined towards laziness, though she's not, generally, a lazy person), but she does, going to track down St John. She has to ask him about the headaches, and talk about getting out of the inn

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[tendencytostart]

"For you? I have five." ...Oh St. John, why do you talk. He's smoking, as he does, and reading The Chemistry of Explosives, a book he definitely didn't have when he arrived, although there's no reason Nica should know that.

Detonation: Theory and Experiment is open next to him on the bed, margins black with scribbles.

[lovegonetowaste]

"Cute," she says, lighting her own cigarette and making her way into the room, closing the door carefully behind her. She raises her eyebrow at the books, but she doesn't comment -- not yet. That's not why she came, and she's good at focusing on a goal.

"Apparently the inn's not safe any more. Wanda wants to know if I want to go move into a bar with her. Figured I'd see what your plans are. There's another thing, too--weird headaches."

[tendencytostart]

"Like 'Jesus fuck my fucking eyes hey my nose is bleeding' weird headaches?" That sums it up nicely, he feels. He'll tackle the first thing she brought up later, because unless Nica suspects Shop agents, he's pretty sure he can handle whatever it is.

The irony of course, is that the problem is a Shop agent (and not a 'Shoppe' agent, as was originally typed), but no one knows that.

[lovegonetowaste]

"That's exactly the kind I mean, yeah. That happened at about eight sharp." She's cool with addressing one thing at a time -- it's easier than trying to have two conversations at once.