It's too early to be up, I think.

[citizendamian]

To lesquatreailes:

Terribly sorry, but - is there anything going on right now with the educational group?

I'm awake, and not good for much, but I could fold things or sweep or something. Scrub chalkboards or anything.

I just don't want to be home right now.

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[citizendamian]

Damian, to be honest, doesn't look like that much. If you said "ex cop on the poor end of a company station who was arrested," you'd expect probably someone taller, and probably a lot less stuttery and quiet. It's surprising it took this long for people to narrow down that he was Damian Montechristeu from Lorena Station. The video was blurry and badly lit, but there was a clear enough shot of him before Hector started interrogating him on camera, and the focus stayed on him plenty long enough.

The riots even got near or even to his apartment building, since he was that near the bank. He's right now leaning on the wall to type a message to his friends once he got his phone back, and the officer is - being pretty patient about it. Also probably reading it over his shoulder, but -

[onlycopinparis]

So Javert IS, particularly when he's caught on to who he's probably messaging. "I would recommend not attempting to go near that particular group just now." There's unrest in most the streets as it is, with various groups out and about and causing problems, but...

"In fact,I WOULD like to ask you questions about them and their activities, if I may. We can make this easy. I'd PREFER we make this easy. It's going to be a VERY long night."

[citizendamian]

Damian jumps a little and tucks the phone in his pocket before reaching to touch the inside of his left elbow. "I was contacting -" He trails off. "Questions, officer?"

Someone else asked him about making things easy. It would be a very very bad time to have a nervous fit thing, wouldn't it?

[onlycopinparis]

"Your...friends..." Javert is not quite sure you could call them THAT, but,well,it seems close enough to him to apply there at the moment, and not in much mood to hesitate, "are currently in danger of their lives or freedom and the National Guard ARE being sent in to deal with the situation. Rather dangerous to be associated with a group currently advocating for the downfall of society. Rather forcefully advocating, this is hardly one of those...columns or pamphlets they produce."

And Damian, well...

"Your name IS linked to the unrest that likely spawned this one."

[citizendamian]

Damian shifts his weight from one foot to the other and leans a little more against the wall. "My doctor, officer. A - my legal executor asked him to examine me and see if there was anything to be done about my nerves, sir."

The stutter's back.

"And you have questions about Lorena Station, officer?" Could he even swear he was a Lorena citizen and ask for a lawyer?

[onlycopinparis]

"Less questions and more ...theories I would prefer to debunk much as I possibly can." Javert sighs. "You went through enough there than to dredge up the whole situation again." He's been a guard, he knows how bad regular things can get on some colonies.

"It IS curious though, your ties to three of them."

[citizendamian]

Damian stills a little and focuses on him. "I'm not sure how there is an easier way to discuss my arrest and interrogation over the space of about a month, officer."

[onlycopinparis]

That does get a quirk of the lips from Javert. It's ironic, rather than amused at least. There's nothing about anything in Javert's life that's openly, actually, amusing, most of the time. There's order, which makes him calm and chaos, which makes him determined and a little grim (a little? His coworkers would snort at THAT notion), and he nods slowly.

"I would suppose very little can. We can limit it to more specifically your meeting with Monsuier Enjolras, if you would, if anything was said of THIS at the time. The doctors are...it's clear enough. They've been remarkably cooperative and noncombatant besides. Their eventual sentences may well end up commuted, but the others, well. You see why I must know. And why I can hardly allow you to warn them of anything."

[citizendamian]

Damian swallows heavily. "I was . . . drugged at the time. I was taken down sometime - I hadn't had a meal yet, so it was before supper, for questioning. A man asked me about the tunnels under Lorena Station. When I came back there was a man in the room."

He does not sound particularly comfortable talking about this, unsurprisingly, but - he's answering the question. And digging out his phone. "Still. From one of the security footages. Someone's been uploading them." It's Enjolras, with a bruise that Damian doesn't remember, probably shortly before they let him out. "He was sed - sedated before they brought him in, and - I was removed from the room to speak with Hector Gantelet. He did not have the bruises then."

He raises his chin slightly. "That's all I remember, officer."

[onlycopinparis]

"That is actually very helpful." Javert's a little surprised,in fact, both by the ease here and how detailed that is. "Security footage then. Knowing about that will help, oh, very much with those questions, thank you. And the other is your doctor and...you know their pet workingman as well." His voice doesn't soften at the last, exactly, but there IS lease heat behind that mention, somehow.

"And well,there IS a story to that, I can imagine. Perhaps worth looking into further too. I will need your phone, for the duration. When this is over...let me give you my card, and the case number to retrieve it."

He's pausing a moment to fish out said card, then adding the case number in question. "If you do think of anything else..."

[citizendamian]

Damian stills clutching the card. "Think -"

He takes a deep breath and looks at the door. "I'm released?"

His phone is - interesting. There's a folder marked "vorsichtig" which seems to have the Enjolras picture. There's the message he sent to Dr. Joly. There's another conversation, no replies for a day to "Ace", and another one to "Gunner."

The conversation with Gunner is blinking slightly.

[onlycopinparis]

"You are." Javert nods, narrowing his gaze after a moment. "If I see you with the rest of them..." There's more of an implied threat he's letting hang in the air with that, instead.

As far as the phone goes...let's see here.

[citizendamian]

"If you see me again," Damian says quietly, "Then I suppose I'll be seeing you, officer."

The conversation with Ace is something about her having a bad strained ankle and crutches, and a smattering of Russian and German sprinkled in with the French. It looks like they've talked mostly between one in the afternoon local time, to up to four in the morning local time. Gunner - there's a conversation concerning a picture of the beach with a slightly sunburned arm visible in the photo, and it's largely in German. The last message, in French, says that there's an ExtSec officer at the door. "James" says he's safe, and he'll be fine. The most recent message is about ten minutes ago asking if he is.

Damian tugs his hat back on, and it down a little more as he slips out. He's - frankly not sure where to go. James said he could go to his place, but that's a no. He was thinking of begging for a couch with one of the Les Amis, but that - is going to put them in more danger, right? So - long ways back. Maybe he could find R? James said R was safe. Or the Cafe Theatre. He could sit there for a few hours with coffee until his hand stopped shaking. Maybe they wouldn't have that play again with the blood.

[stubbornlittleshit]

Arno's been making his own way through the streets and back alleys, using the rooftops wherever he can, to get a look at the action on the barricades and pull the people he CAN away from the worst of it. It had started with injured Guardsmen, but soon enough that had given way to the younger students, doing this out of seriously misguided ideals and trying, simply, to put all of this down as much as he can. If there's a way to collapse the barricades with no one being hurt too, that helps.

He's on his way towards the Corinthe now, and the barricade Grantaire's been attempting to deal with when he's spotting someone who looks fairly familiar, and draws closer, jumping down from the building as he recognizes him.

"Need to get off the streets?"

[citizendamian]

"Mr. Dorian?" Damian sounds - frazzled and on edge to his own ears, but really, it's amazing to see the guy. "I didn't see you -" He's looking at the barricade. "Yes. I do. I was hoping to find -" He makes a helpless gesture.

"It's not been a good night. My phone is with the police."

[stubbornlittleshit]

"Hoping to find...Ah,with the police?" That prompts a frown and a few muttered curses, then Arno's snapping to something like action in his mind. "I can cover you to somewhere safe and get messages along to Mademoiselle Yvette, if that will help. I can think of nowhere safer than our tunnels. The Cafe itself ought to be safe. We're in no position for anyone to build anything now.

I was...hoping to find out where one of my brothers had gotten to but he DOES know how to handle himself...I hope. We were apprenticed together, so what I know, Grantaire should. Within reason. Were you harmed?"

[citizendamian]

Damian's visibly relaxing. "No? I mean - he implied if I went down and visited R's friends - the guys working with a barricade, he'd arrest me or something." The "something" is what he's worried about.

"I was actually hoping to find Grantaire. Or your cafe. Just -" Damian trails off. "Someone kicked in my door. James helped get it back - uh - closing and all that, but -" He gestures shakily. "Anywhere else right now sounds amazing." He frowns. "I think Officer Javert was going to try to do something. And didn't want me to warn them."

Not having the phone isn't helping. It's scary to notice how much he's been depending on it for talking to people or something to pass the time or anything.