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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-03-04 05:33 am

[ march i log: we need medicine ]

Who: Everyone
What: New arrivals, desperate times, whispers down the hall.
When: March 1st - 18th
Where: Barrayaran camp / Cetagandan base
Warnings: TBD

Quick links:
Riverfall
Barrayar: Plague / Camp / Missions
Cetaganda: Plague / Base / Missions



welcome to barrayar.
It's the dark of night when you come to in the foothills. Snow on the ground, chill winter wind whistling -- in fact, it's dangerously cold, and all you have is the clothes on your back.. A steep mountain range towers just ahead, its peaks illuminated by the light of two moons. Whatever you last remember, it isn't how you got here, and you feel oddly jetlagged, slightly queasy.

And you're not alone. There are a few other people close by, all looking equally lost and confused. But before any of you have a chance to figure out what's going on, the soldiers arrive. There's a war on, they say, and you unlucky bastards have just been dropped right smack in the middle of it.

With March comes some relief. The first few days to a week are still bitterly, dangerously cold, but the weather starts to pick up gradually over the course of the next couple of months. It only gets barely above freezing, but after the last month, it might as well be a summer's day.

riverfall
The party last month definitely boosted morale, and certainly brought the outsiders closer to the villagers. They're noticeably friendlier toward the outsiders afterward, although they still give the exotics and their accompanying ghem soldiers the evil eye.

Given the village's covert assistance with the war effort and the fact that the Cetagandans found enough data to include the village in its regular patrols, Riverfall has become sort of a middle ground between the two sides. Coinciding visits don't happen every day, but they can provide opportunities for the two factions to secretly meet. Of course, this always carries a risk…best be sure not to be caught by either side's soldiers. Thanks to Negri, the Barrayarans roughly know the patrol schedule.

barrayar
Temperatures are still pretty low by the time March rolls around, and the first week is considerably cold, but it's steadily getting warmer as the month goes on. By the second week, it's just warm enough to start taking baths again -- and boy is there ever a queue.

On the 2nd, a small troop of soldiers arrives, led by Prince Xav Vorbarra, Olivia and Sonia's father, and Piotr's aide-de-camp Captain Ezar Vorbarra, a distant cousin of theirs. They bring with them a load of relief supplies fom Beta Colony, improving not only their food and medicine situation, but some to pass on back to the Riverfall villagers in return for their help. Anyone lurking around at night might see Ezar talking to Negri from time to time as well, and Sonia seems to be getting up to some kind of mischief where Ezar is concerned.

Prince Xav gives Piotr a very helpful tipoff -- there's a Betan biochemist waiting in the occupied district capital, Vorkosigan Vashnoi, to rendezvous with him on his way back off Barrayar. Xav can't stay long; he needs to find another way off-planet, and Doctor Micah Niadem has been laying low in Vorkosigan Vashnoi, but the risk of their presence being detected grows with every day. It may be easier and safer to smuggle them back to the camp than try to get them back off-planet for now -- and besides, their expertise in astrophysics might prove useful. But Xav hasn't yet been able to make contact through the soldiers occupying the city, so Piotr sends his own scouts.

Piotr, with Xav and Ezar as advisors, is trying to come to a decision about what to do about the Cetagandans' wormhole project. There's no telling what the Cetagandans really intend to do with the wormhole device, but disrupting or destroying their project would mean no way home for the outsiders, and…Piotr no longer feels that to be the most honorable option. That, and the idea of this technology in Cetagandan hands does them no favors. But their intelligence on the project is limited -- Byerly will prove to be a useful intelligent asset, certainly, but Piotr is looking for more informants. Any outsiders willing and able to make connections with any exotics sympathetic to the cause would certainly be appreciated by the General.

plague
Early in the month, some of the villagers begin to get sick -- it looks just like a particularly nasty cold at first. It quickly worsens and spreads to the camp, and by the 7th it is evident there is an outbreak of the Barrayaran flu, an influenza variant that has mutated over the last several centuries. Barrayarans have built up antibodies against most strains, but this is a particularly virulent strain, and with a population that has neither vaccines nor modern medicine, it can be fatal. The recent cold snap and limited food haven't exactly fortified anyone's immune systems, either, and in the first half of the month, about half the population of the village and camp come down with the flu at some point.

Although the virus isn't spreading much more quickly than your average flu, it's still a nasty infection, and the symptoms are difficult to effectively treat without proper equipment of facilities. Some of the relief supplies brought by Prince Xav include surgical masks and gloves for the people working triage to protect them from the airborne illness as much as possible. The supplies also include some analgesics and synergine, but hardly enough to go around. Fevers, aches and chills, coughing, vomiting -- they treat them with what they have once they run out of relief supplies. And for the most part, those with the flu manage to pull through and recover -- but if the flu turns to pneumonia, there's almost nothing they can do at that point. Thanks to the tireless efforts of villagers, soldiers, and some outsiders, the first half of the month sees only a 10% mortality rate between the village and the camp, resulting in only 23 influenza-related deaths.

Sonia is among the first to get sick, but she sweats it out in five days or so and manages a full recovery. Olivia, on the other hand, falls much more seriously ill. Piotr takes great care not to get sick; the camp is already incapacitated as it is.

camp
Camp morale is still buckling under the weight of crisis after crisis, but the arrival of Prince Xav and the improving weather have done a lot to lighten the mood. Xav and Ezar coordiate to distribute the relief supplies even as the flu ravages the camp and village, never a dull moment . Olivia and Sonia haven't seen their father Xav in over two years, and it's a long-overdue family reunion. Piotr welcomes the return of his friend and aide-de-camp Ezar, and Sonia seems to be getting into some kind of mischief with her cousin. And in a quiet moment here and there, Ezar can be seen talking to Negri.

By the morning of the 1st, Byerly Vorrutyer will have abruptly disappeared from camp.

Piotr is trying to keep military operations running as much as he can while half the camp tends to the sick or fall sick themselves. They'd found the traitors, yes, but Piotr's anger is far from satisfied. The food shortage had derailed their power supply strategy, and it's only further pushed back by this current crisis, so large operations are off the table. But Piotr has never underestimated the value of psychological warfare in this war. He has a few conveniently available corpses for hacking up and planting in the Cetagandan base just to shake things up a little, and anyone who can lift a sword without coughing is qualified. Xav does not approve.

missions
The medical assistance provided by the outsiders doesn't go unappreciated, nor without effect. Not every day is a success, but they manage to keep the mortality rate relatively low.

The infiltration missions to plant the severed body parts mostly go according to plan, although Lakshmi and Nash run afoul of some guards. Between the outsiders and other Barrayaran squads, they manage to plant several body parts, and in doing so, inadvertently spread the Barrayaran flu to the Cetagandans.

The outsiders scouting out Vorkosigan Vashnoi manage to stay undetected by Cetagandan soldiers, although they run into exotics on the other side. They manage to get some information about Micah's location, but very little…thankfully, Byerly passes on to Miles much more specific information the exotics were able to obtain.

Here are the unabridged mission results.

cetaganda
The snow piled up around the base starts to gradually melt over the course of the month as temperatures rise. The new wave of exotics are processed and very gently prodded like every group has been, but they've been treated with the same level of civility. The Cetagandans are generally exceedingly polite, but they are becoming a little less patient with the exotics after the recent bouts of violence and escapism.

Despite the Barrayaran flu sweeping the base, military operations must carry on. Zahal might have lost his informants in the Barrayaran camp, but he knows they've been struggling, and wants to implement some more aggressive tactics to hit them while they're down -- and more than that, the dead body parts of his own soldiers scattered around the base have had their intended effect, rattling and aggravating the ghem-General -- even more so when they realize that this was the means by which the plague spread to the base. Whatever organized strategy Zahal starts to pull together is immediately disrupted by the rapid spread of the virus through the base. With Cetagandan soldiers dropping like flies, military operations all but come to a halt on the base.

However, Cetagandan intelligence gets wind of a Barrayar-allied astrophysicist from Beta Colony, a planet renowned for its cutting-edge technological advances, particularly in the field of wormhole science; they may be able to solve some of the pieces of the puzzle. The Betan scientist is apparently hiding out in Vorkosigan Vashnoi, the capital city of the city. The virus has spread there too; Barrayarans and Cetagandans alike are facing the outbreak, although the native population seems to be faring a bit better. The Cetagandans need help bringing medical supplies, so while they're at it, the ghem-General dispatches a few teams to try and sniff out the scientist's location. Meanwhile, in the R&D labs, some of the exotics who have been promoted to lab assistant are helping the Cetagandans to make some advancements, and they're finally let in on some more details about the project.

plague
A few days into the month, some of the soldiers start to show cold-like symptoms -- and then the outbreak of Barrayaran influenza spreads rapidly throughout the base. Unlike the Barrayarans, the Cetagandans have no antibodies for this strain, and even their advanced immune systems cannot defend them against a totally new pathogen. They are infected even more quickly than the Barrayarans and their symptoms escalate rapidly as well, resulting in an alarming mortality rate. Cetagandan soldiers are falling sick left and right. Triage starts in the medbay, but they have to quarantine off another wing of the building just to make room for the rapidly growing population of infected ghem. The airborne virus is spreading through the base at an alarming speed -- save for Byerly, no one on base has ever been exposed to it. The symptoms are severe and while the Cetagandans have plenty of equipment, they have neither an antiviral nor a vaccine for the Barrayaran flu. High fever, vomiting, dehydration, respiratory and sinus problems run rampant, and though they have plenty in the way of synergine and analgesics, the Barrayaran flu quickly leads to pneumonia in most Cetagandan patients, and with their immune systems so completely unprepared, most patients with pneumonia die within 24 to 48 hours. The triage assistants are, at least, provided with surgical masks and gloves and antibacterial gel by the bucket load to protect them from the airborne illness as much as possible. By mid-month, nearly two thirds of the base has been infected.

The medical staff scrambles to put up a quarantine while also working on a vaccine for the uninfected population on the base. Byerly, being the only person on base who has ever been exposed to the Barrayaran flu, offers a blood sample -- potentially containing antibodies to this strain. Some of the Cetagandans' testing methods are a little ethically questionable, but they're trying to work fast. They're able to develop a working vaccine with a projected effectiveness of 70%.

Toward the middle of the month, Amai catches the flu and is laid low for about a week. Diya and Zahal take great care not to catch it -- Diya seems particularly absent lately.

base
Paranoia of infection hovers over the entire base, but some of the Cetagandans are concerned with another upcoming event: the arrival of the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche. What the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche actually is or does seems to be rather vague to the exotics -- she seems to play some role in genetic politics -- but it's known that she's haut, like Diya. The Cetagandans are scrambling to prepare for her arrival with considerable worry about resolving the flu epidemic before she touches down. The Cetagandans are about as close to cultural panic as they get right now. Diya received personal notice from the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche herself.

Starting on the 1st, Byerly Vorrutyer joins the exotic ranks as an undercover agent, looking not only for information but to potentially recruit exotics sympathetic to the Barrayaran cause.

Meanwhile in the labs, the Cetagandans have been letting the exotics get a little more hands-on with their research. Natasha, York and Symmetra have risen a bit in the ranks and are brought in on more specific projects. The ghem ladies are, surprisingly, now looking for volunteers to work in the gene labs too -- personnel shortage, of course.

missions
Even though a few of their own fall prey to the illness, the exotics' medical assistance does wind up being quite helpful, particularly with development of the vaccine. Meanwhile, eavesdroppers are doing their usual business and digging deep in places they shouldn't -- particularly where Amai and Diya are concerned.

The exotics that accompany the Cetagandans to Vorkosigan Vashnoi manage to stay undetected by Barrayaran soldiers, although they run into exotics on the other side. They are able to get some very detailed information about Micah's location, which Byerly passes back to the Barrayarans via Miles.

Here are the unabridged mission results.

Note: Negri and Zahal are available for threads by request only. Please hit up Madi or Ammay respectively for you want threads with either of those NPCs. You can also request a thread with Village Speaker Yakiv Gura if you want, in which case hit up Madi.
shri: (» but nothing ever hits home)

d. time to aggressively look after stubborns

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-05 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
She comes in late one night where she can still the light still burning. It might be because when she was tending Olivia, she said something to her about checking on him, it might just be habit, knowing how little she had slept when she ruled over such efforts.

But she comes in with a tray of food from the mess, and a nod to the guards at the tent entrance. Her purpose clear enough, and one that's fairly innocent. The knife she'd been given for her attendance to the Countess is comfortably slotted into her belt at her waist. Always in easy reach. It's an easy place to step between, domestic and military. Being a Queen was often a dance between the two.

Once she's inside, she clears her throat, waiting to get his attention. Once she has it, she nods to the plate and then his desk, expectantly waiting for him to clear a space for her to set it down.
oldvor: (pic#10679827)

start with the Most Stubborn

[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-05 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
There is a beat before he looks up -- not out of rebuttal, but genuine concentration on his work. He eyes the plate and, a bit reluctantly, rolls up a map to make room on the battered table. He doesn't look altogether displeased, though, and he quirks an eyebrow up at Lakshmi.

"Did the Countess send you?"
shri: (» we are the hearts)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-05 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Not in so many words."

She strides forward as he rolls up the map. Balancing the tray at the edge of the table and against her hip as she begins to unload the tray of food. The plain meal that they all favoured, and it wasn't completely unpalatable to her. Much as her own father had liked to tease her for eating still like a common woman when she had all the riches of a queen to prepare meals from.

"Indeed, I am sure she will not even ask, but she will take her own meals better when I - " Pauses as she gets the cup of tea last, set out the other side of his plate, cutlery beside it. Leaning over him in the barest contact. " - can tell her I've seen you eat at least once."

A small twist, but she thinks she will have an easier time getting him to eat if he thinks it will benefit the Countess. She straightens, pulling the carrying tray out of the way.
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-06 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Well, she is right on the mark about Olivia. Piotr lets out a little hm, not of disapproval or annoyance, maybe just vaguely amused.

"Oh, I'm sure she will ask." Because it really is Olivia who pulls him back, who keeps him steady every time. His men, they all underestimate her worth in this war, and not just as his support. She is as a pillar in this camp.

Piotr is still until she straightens up, and then he gestures for her to sit. Truth be told, he could probably use a little company, but he's a bit weary of most people. But Rani's just gotten back, and he always did like her. She is a woman of great honor, and that speaks to Piotr.
shri: (» that you know by name)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-06 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Then it's best I have an answer ready for her."

It's mild as she bows her head in thanks for the invitation. Taking the spot across from him, her hands settling against the arms of her chair, and her back settling stiff. As close as she got to... well, relaxed, especially since she had come back from the Cetagandan's company. It's left her stiff on all her edges that she's slow to let her back stiffen now.

"I've done my best to keep her in good cheer, though I imagine seeing her father is the best for her." Answer to the next question that she would be asking, really.
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-08 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Piotr nods. "Just so. The last time Prince Xav visited our camp was a little over two years ago. He's usually off planet -- coming down here at all is a massive risk. The Cetagandans' wormhole blockade is not easy to get around."

He starts in on his food and then pauses, looking back up at her. "Care to join me, Rani? It's not all that appetizing, I know, but it would be rude to eat while a lady goes hungry."
shri: (» their legacy's too hard to take)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-09 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
She hesitates, unsure on manners, on what is polite, as she looks over his face in invitation. It hadn't been her place to eat in front of men, and it wasn't often she shared meals with her husband either. Eating for women was privately done where they did not have to wear veils and could be comfortable. In recent years, of course, it hadn't mattered worth a damn. But they weren't in a brothel in slums, were they?

By the same, she supposes he wasn't the kind of man to trick about that, so she nods, and reaches for a small portion of food for herself in a murmur of thanks. Something dry and light that she can pick at, as much as is respectful to the offer. ( Always aware, Queen she might be, but not Queen of nothing much anymore, and she was ever at his and his wife's grace. ) So she's careful with it, some habits of royalty never quite went away. Her bites are small, easy gestures, raising a hand to her mouth to cover herself as she swallows.

"I can imagine so. His risks much - but I suppose we all do for family."
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-14 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Not only for family. For all of Barrayar."

A thing that Piotr does respect about Xav, as a man, not just as his father-in-law or his Prince. Significant, considering there's very little that he and Xav agree on politically. Piotr vents out a slow sigh, stirring a precious bit of maple syrup into his groats. It makes them marginally less bland.

"Early on in the war, Olivia and Sonia were both sent to my district -- for their safety, as the capital was in utter chaos at the time, and Emperor Dorca wanted no harm to come to his only granddaughters. Initially, Prince Xav hoped to get them both off-planet, back to Beta Colony with their mother and brother, but it quickly became too dangerous to even make the attempt."

Not that Olivia would leave now, of course. Though Piotr wouldn't entirely mind if Xav spirited Sonia away.
shri: (» the future runs through our bones)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-14 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
She listens, and in that way, she is rewarded for her patience. Piotr is at the best of time, a man of a few words, and she is happy to hear them just for that alone. But there is more to it, she is still learning this planet, its customs, its habits. Careful and slow, she tries not to give the full force of that. Her eyes lowered to her food, nodding as needed, her bites still small.

"I did the same, in the battle of Gwalior." She offers in return, breaking another piece of the dry biscuit off, between her fingers. Holding it a moment. "The second day of what would become five, I sent my son with my closest -" english, rani, and she hovers on the word for him, rather than the language of her memories. "- guards woman. I knew as it stretched on and we became more entrenched, it would impossible to get anyone out."
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-18 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
Piotr tilts his side to the head in acknowledgment of this sharing. It's true he's not a man to share much, but Lakshmi is one of the few with whom he doesn't mind. He still works at his groats, noting how excessively polite Lakshmi is being with her food. She makes for such an interesting woman. It's no surprise Olivia has taken to her so much.

"Were you able to see him again?"
shri: (» but if we go we go together)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-18 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
As far as exchanges go, it's an easy one, and she prefers talking on their common ground. Things she prefers to be traded on. Battle stories and parental affection, rather than queen and count. Things easily understood. Means that she affords the deep breath with her eyes flatly on the table, the things she takes such pains to not discuss with most of them - they didn't have families or kingdoms or children of their own so often when she spoke with them. How could they understand? What it was like to lose them, and to make the choice that the life you could give with them was not the best for them?

"No. No I have not heard... anything of my homeland for many years now. He was so young you see? Most... believe me to be dead. I would put both our lives at risk to dissuade anyone of the notion."

She took another mouthful, dry, before she clears her throat and does as she does best: carries on. Idly presses her thumb against her lips to remove a crumb in a particular action to remove herself from the weight of those words. "And you, Count? Your children? I am afraid I never got a full account for them. Simply won't do, if I am apparently in the business of guarding your family."
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-20 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Piotr is past familiarity by now with the necessities of war. He knows Lakshmi is, too. So rather than offering sympathy, condolences, comfort, he merely nods and murmurs, "I understand."

Her question does bring the slightest hesitation, and then Piotr tilts his head to the side slightly in a vague sort of shrug gesture. "Olivia and I have yet to have children. Ordinarily by now, five years is plenty of time to bear an heir and a few others, but..." But war, really. He does let out a terse sigh, more a long breath through his nose as he stirs his groats. "I'm sure you can imagine. Our situation is hardly stable, let alone hospitable to a pregnant woman. Many women bear children during war time, of course -- but as you know, Olivia spent the majority of her childhood on Beta Colony, where the majority of children are incubated in their uterine replicator devices, which -- as she is so fond of telling me -- pose much less risk to both mother and child than a body birth."

If he sounds a little suspicious and dismissive of this technology, that's because he is. Galactics.

"Obviously, we have no access to such devices on Barrayar, which, as I am given to believe, require much technical knowledge and maintenance. But I certainly sympathize with my wife's desire to live through her first pregnancy."
shri: (» now they whisper it)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-21 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
She'd only recently found out about that piece of technology from Miles, and the wrinkle in her nose briefly, says she isn't sure she approves of it either. She does her best to accept, and she can understand why it happens, oh she knows, how many women had she grown up with that had been lost to her in just such a way. Birth wasn't joyous, not always, it was holding fate inside of your and tasting death in the same moment as bringing about life.

She had done it just the same. Been just as aware. "It does seem to relieve much of the burden of the task, I can see why she would."

Because regardless of either of their thoughts on the matter, it was Olivia's choice. She rises then, not to go far, but to reach for the bottle nearby - mead she suspects, they do drink so much of it to top up his glass and then fill one for herself. "You would have more sons in such a manner, as well."

She tries, at least for Olivia's sake.
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-21 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just so. Better to have more than one son, especially in these times." Piotr idly turns his glass in his hand before lifting it to his lips. Taking his mind off the war is difficult, and taking his mind off the war entirely is impossible, and hardly something he can afford, anyway. But conversation with Lakshmi is -- not a distraction, per se, but a welcome lull in his work. Piotr sets his glass down, frowning slightly down at it.

"My mother died of illness shortly before the war, and my father was in Vorbarr Sultana when the initial wave of attacks hit. I have no brothers, or any other living relatives, for that matter. If I die before producing an heir, the Vorkosigan line ends with me."
shri: (» I'll never be more)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-21 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
She thinks of Miles, his heir, for what it was worth. For what misery that might be, she could be assured of one thing and one thing alone in that. Piotr wasn't the only one making sure his family lined continued, even to their own detriment, it seemed. Because she knows the worry, she does, better than most. Gangadhar had gripped her hand so tightly, even as he faded from that hold. I have no son, Lakshmi, the Gods saw fit to take him quickly through this life, but what is to become of you all?

Careful, as she says it, "I do not think that shall be your fate, Count. I think your line shall be known for many years to come." It's murmured into her cup before she takes a mouthful. Warm, for what it is.

Then to keep from it being too in-depth of a thought, she carries along easily after she swallows, gesturing briefly with to him. "Perhaps you shall be like old King Chhatrasal, and have 56 sons."
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-22 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
That actually gets a huff of a laugh out of Piotr. "Heaven forfend. House Vorkosigan couldn't afford it."

Thanks, Piotr's dad, for pissing away most of House Vorkosigan's money on synthetic jewels.

He falls into a contemplative quiet for a few moments while he eats. "I hope you're right, Rani. I must believe so."
shri: (» and you ask and they don't know)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-22 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
It's good - to see him laugh. To see him capable of it. Does he ever remember he is? Most of the time, it doesn't seem so. It's impossible, she knows, when she had been called playful, and now she wields it as just one more weapon.

It's easy, perhaps, where they're not talking in the tone of commands or debriefing, talking one to another in a war camp over what passed as a hot meal. That she reaches across, takes a grip of his hand. Solid, sure, not polite or decent. "You will. They will have your eyes and your wife's smile. Of that I am sure."

Miles, is what she sees. Sees them both in him, now she knows what she looks at. Different, of course, in part, but even so - "If you cannot believe it yourself, then I will believe it for you."

And with that, she relents, her hand moving back. To take a drink and lean back in her chair, settled back between their lines as easily as she strode across them.
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-25 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
Brief surprise flickers over Piotr's face when Lakshmi takes his hand, and his eyes drop briefly to their hands for just a second. Not polite, no, but not entirely indecent, either. He grips her hand back in affirmation, acceptance of something unspoken, just as firmly.

"I think your confidence should be enough to convince me." He doesn't quite smile, but there's still a vague amusement, that wryness that's the closest to good humor Piotr usually gets these days. "You sound so certain. Your benediction, Rani?"
shri: (» that you know by name)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-25 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Because your grandson wants you to have them. But that - that for the effort she's gotten to see him smile, despite it all. Nor her secret to tell, as she has promised. She quickly finishes the last of her dry biscuits in a quick bite, carefully wipes her fingers clean before she lifts it in beckoning.

"Here, give me your hand."

She gestures in a curl press of her fingers.
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-25 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Piotr's eyebrows quirk up slightly in curiosity. He hadn't been entirely serious (for once), but his expression falls back into it easily, serious and intent as he sets down his spoon and extends his hand to Lakshmi.
shri: (» than a wolf at your door)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-25 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
She readies herself like there is great ceremony to it. Another sip of mead to help - it's been awhile since she's been easy enough, sure of her company, to even think about drinking or being this easy, but as she cups his fingers it comes easy. Battle worn fingers to his. But they are light, polite as she draws the tips of her fingers like she was following the lines to read something. Tracing where they intersect in feather light touches, spreading his fingers out to lay flat. In truth, it is not so much for show, done in fondness, a comfort more than anything. A game her ladies would play as they lay about - read to her things she already knew. Rani! Do you know you will have great prominence? Yes, your husband will be king!

Once she's finished looking, she sweeps her thumb across his hand to settle it against the base of his forefinger. "Here is your marriage to the Princess Olivia. Seems you have married well, Count." Bites at the tip of her tongue with laughter as she briefly looks up at him. Mischief is easy to her, younger in its brightness than she has much right to be, given how her time with the Cetagandan's has left her.

Hums, drawing down a line that extends from there. "You desire her very much. To that end, you will have sons and daughters." As much as she will broach, but what would a ruler be if they didn't push, from time to time - she reaches to follow another line, following it with the edge of her littlest finger in a way that's almost deliberately tickling, stops at the end, and gives a disapproving murmur, like she'd seen something upsetting. "I'm afraid however..."

Leans in a little closer, bending over the edge of the table as she does so to look.
Edited 2017-03-25 02:57 (UTC)
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-29 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Palm reading. Hm. Piotr doesn't believe in mystics; it's the sort of thing he would dismiss as a child's game at best, swindling at worst. He's seen proles offering such clairvoyant services in the cities -- a racket, every one of them.

But this is Lakshmi, and while he really doesn't believe in seeing the future, he is patient, listening. A tiny smile does tug at his mouth at the mention of Olivia, at Lakshmi's barely suppressed mirth. This is rather theatrical for Lakshmi, he thinks, but it is so very personal that Piotr can hardly turn it aside.

He merely raises eyebrows when she trails off, looking less daunted than amused, if skeptical. "What?"
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[personal profile] shri 2017-03-30 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
She catches against the line that ran down the middle of his palm, feathering off, and no doubt some of it is callous and scars. Nothing she's truly reading, after all, she was not trained, just a game.

Lakshmi clicks her tongue. "Here." The smooth of her callous fingertips along the journey of worn in lines. "I'm sorry, my lord, the news is grave." Shakes her head like this is funeral news, to be sure. "It seems that your sons... will be as willful as your wife and your daughters will be as stubborn as you."

She leans forward, quick, taps his forehead between the eyes. "Best you have many, so that you find one or two a little more malleable."

So that more than one of them may live through such an awful fate. But that she keeps to herself, where her smile is quick and full of mirth. Pressing her finger to her mouth to hide her laughter.
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-04-02 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
Piotr's brow is knit in skepticism, ready to roll his eyes and brush this off as merely a childish game, but Lakshmi has laughter in her eyes, and her touch is not mocking. It even elicits another one of those rare smiles, a bare breath of a laugh escaping him. Quiet and tired, because he rather is, but all the same.

"I intend to." There's a wryness about Piotr, though he declines to share the oft-cited joke-that-isn't-really-a-joke about Vor lords always needing two sons -- an heir and a spare -- partly because Piotr doesn't do jokes, and it isn't an especially funny one. "Though I think you ought to hedge your bets on malleability. You do know my wife."
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[personal profile] shri 2017-04-04 10:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Mm," she takes up her drink, another mouthful and deeper than the one before it - she should be watching herself, she does not have the full effects of the blackwater to clear her head, but she thinks they both might need this as she takes one mouthful and then another. But she was told that drinking was a country wide habit, so - "She is a good match for you. She knows her own mind well."

Her lips press together on the aftertaste of the mead on her mouth. "She has not told me, how did your arrangement come about?" She assumes it was arranged because that is how it was for her and no one said different to her about how it worked, so she carries on. "I cannot say most end up so well matched to their wives." Or many men that would be overjoyed with having such a headstrong wife, but she keeps that thought to herself. She had heard the English mutter to themselves that would never dream of allowing their wife half of what Gangadhar had allowed his new bride.

OH BOY ITS STORY TIME

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