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[thechief]

That didn't end as well as it ought to have. In the chaos of the rally, we've managed to get the actually wounded to fall back towards the cafe. Madame has claimed she doesn't mind, so long as we keep the treatments to the table we already ruined once and don't scare away the rest of the customers. And I think we may need to order the lobster thermidor for the ten of us a time or two to make up for it, but for now, there are more important things at hand. Whatever happened with the gunshots...and no that was NOT the police, has to be investigated just as soon as possibly. And, for all the fact he has a close friend who was hurt by it, that does mean Grantaire, doesn't it?

Not the person I would hope to see in the face of abject failure to control things, but that will have to do.

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[thechief]

"Ah that." R makes a little face, remembering the moment. "That was...not the best day was it? Cold for one thing and I was...also not at my best." He was hungover. "The vase though. That deserved it. It was visually a lot more interesting on the floor in pieces." he adds, thoughtfully. "The little bits that made it up. Poetic, even."

"Don't they have a word for that in...Japanese?" Enjolras asks, blinking at a Grantaire who sounds focused on something for once. That's a shock to his system if there ever was. He's really only seen the man drunk and not caring one way or the other, or drunk and angry, or hungover and angry, or asleep or angry about other issues if he's not drunk. "The bit where they re-fuse broken pottery with gold and it's stronger and more beautiful for the breaks?" His mind turns toward Lorena with that one and all the recent news therein.

"We have nothing important happening just now. Mostly licking our wounds after the disaster. Of course you can stay. I...don't normally see Grantaire like this." He adds, more serious about that now. "it's an interesting look on him. Although your cousin...I wouldn't mind talking to him actually. He helped get someone out of Lorena who I've lately come to know, for one thing."

[jamesmcginty]

"Kin something or another?" James can't quite remember. His cousin dealt with some fake ceramics once, but all he remembers is long talks about making teapots look older with shoe polish which sounds horrifying and like it'd ruin the tea. "Out of Lorena? I know he flew his ship out, and he was helping guide some of the cargo ships out. He's here right now, probably down at the docks."

James hesitates. "He's a bit worried that there may be - there's talks that the Cards and the people who took the cargo ships might be pursued legally. Since some of them were in holding facilities in Lorena? Like the prison got broken into or something like that. Mervin hasn't told me a lot about it. He may talk to you guys."

[avian_cat]

"Ah - you're awake, James," Tom offers brightly. "I brought you coffee. Well, I'm on my third, so you can have this one." Which doesn't explain why he just handed a mug to R as well, but James isn't asking.

"So this someone - would he be a Lorena citizen?" Tom asks lightly. "I might know about him. Or them. I'm a friend of Yvette Moore."