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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-02-02 08:00 pm

[ february i log ]

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


Quick links:
Barrayar: Barrayaran camp / Missions
Cetaganda: Cetagandan 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.

barrayar
The cold snap hits the guerrilla camp hard, especially with a handful of new people to care for. On the 1st, a few people from Riverfall Village come to the camp, Village Speaker Yakiv Gura among them, who seems to have a rapport with Piotr. They bring extra supplies with them, such as clothing, heavy wool blankets and bedrolls, as well as extra firewood to help fend off the cold. The new outsiders are accommodated the best they can -- they're all provided bedrolls and any extra clothing they (probably) need -- but the Barrayarans don't have an extra tent to spare, so that means all twelve outsiders are force to share a tent that ordinarily sleeps ten. On the plus side, it should provide some warmth. The cold is

A young boy comes in tow of the villagers; Speaker Gura tells Piotr that the boy turned up a week ago and insisted on helping them with the supply haul, despite his small size. He's clearly Barrayaran, and looks as though he might have been living on hisown for a while. He doesn't speak mcuh, and when asked his name, will only give it as Negri -- first or last, no one's sure, but the boy doesn't seem easily fazed. Piotr tells the villagers he has no room in his camp for lost children, but somehow the day after the villagers leave, Negri turns up in camp again. He's curious, but quiet and unobtrusive, wherever he is in camp. He's a very good listener…even when you might not want him to be.



On the 3rd, the Barrayarans and outsiders awake to discover that the part of the cave where they've kept the majority of their food supply has collapsed, either blocking their access to the cache or destroying it entirely. It's impossible to tell. The villagers can't spare much more than they already have been -- certainly not enough to feed the hundred and fifty-odd soldiers in the camp -- so while they try to find out a way to recoup their food supply, they have no choice but to slaughter their own horses for food. Food will be heavily rationed, but fairly -- the outsiders receive no less than the rest. The prisoners, on the other hand, get nothing. There probably isn't enough wild game in the area to sustain the camp, but Piotr sends out hunting parties, and when they get wind of a Cetagandan supply drop on its way, they organize a raid on the supply lines.

camp
With temperatures well below freezing, no food, and excruciatingly little in the way of advantage against the Cetagandans after their last infiltration attempt, morale is beginning to drop. Piotr and Olivia remain bastions of perseverance as always, but Sonia is beginning to buckle and wilt as the days go on. The soldiers do their best to entertain themselves and keep morale up, but all they've got are maple mead, and old card and dice games. They could use some new forms of entertainment. Maybe a snowball fight might get the blood moving -- assuming you can stand the wind chill. Thankfully, there's no shortage of warm clothes and wool scarves.

The cave isn't big enough to simply move all of camp inside, but the sickbay and mess tents are moved where it's a little warmer and out of the harsh wind. It's generally crowded with off-duty soldiers despite the food shortage, because no one wants to be out in the cold right now. Things get a little better after the mostly successful raids, but food is still heavily rationed.



missions
The hunting parties are only moderately successful; there isn't much wild game out there right now, and while the soldiers fare alright, the outsiders' hunting party fails miserably. The raiding parties yield a little more in the way of relief, enough now that they don't have to keep eating horse meat, but Pearl was captured by enemy forces in the chaos.

Maine helps Piotr with a very successful final interrogation of ghem-Miko, the Cetagandan scientist taken prisoner last month. He reveals that the Cetagandans have been studying the locations where exotics appeared, as it seems to be linked to wormhole technology, and that the Cetagandans are planning on building a device to control it. They have the technology, they're almost sure, but it's a puzzle they haven't solved yet. Ghem-Miko doesn't live long past his interrogation -- public execution by decapitation is his sentence, and when it's done, a few soldiers carry off his body and severed head.

Piotr's interrogation of Duv Galeni goes about as well but, blessedly, less fatally. It becomes known that Duv is from Komarr, the planet that sold Barrayar out to the Cetagandans, and that Duv Galeni is really David Galen, a relative of a few Counselors in the head of Komarran government. However, he's able to successfully convince Piotr that he isn't allied with the Cetagandans, and after a few days of agony, Duv is granted parole at Piotr's discretion.

On the evening of the 15th, Maine, Beth and Byerly inadvertently catch Vorhalas in the act of trying to sabotage what little of their food supply they've been able to recoup. He tries both fight and flight, but the three outsiders are able to take him down and drag him to Piotr's doorstep. It quickly becomes apparent that Vorhalas was responsible for the cave-in earlier in the month. Piotr is both furious and victorious; he now has a lead on the traitor conspiracy among his men, and his esteem of Beth, Maine and Byerly has gone up considerably for their part. Vorhalas is up next in the interrogation chair, and this one won't be pretty.

The unabridged event writeup is here.

cetaganda
The recent supply drop not only provides resources for the base and for distribution to their other outposts, but also brings fresh species for transplant into the gardens at the Grow Labs. The arrival of a handful of new exotics gives rise to a fresh wave of buzzing curiosity around the base. All of the new exotics are given thorough physicals, just as the first wave were, and provided with fatigues and anything else they might need. They make an even dozen now, their bunk at capacity. The Cetagandans are beginning to become accustomed to having the exotics on base, some of them even forward enough with their curiosity to be friendly. Darkstalker now has a small following of ghem lady scientists who regularly feature him as a subject in their art.

New arrivals will be processed as the first were -- once everyone has been whisked out of the extreme cold, everyone is subject to a thorough physical, including a number of scans that may or may not seem totally arcane to you. Other than a blood sample, nothing they're doing is at all invasive. Lady Diya d'Zefyst, while not a physician, is present at all physicals. She is easily notable not only for her striking, almost ethereal beauty as is typical of the haut, but, as the only haut on base, she is easily distinguishable by her lack of facepaint.

While the exotics still have freedom of movement around the base, the recent extreme temperatures have their hosts diplomatically suggesting they travel as much as possible, they are provided cold weather wear, as the mess hall and medbay are in separate buildings from the barracks. Weather warning aside, they encourage the exotics to take advantage of the non-restricted recreational facilities -- exercise rooms, art rooms, the lush gardens in the Grow Labs -- and will satisfy any reasonable curiosities.

base
In an effort to make the exotics feel more at home, the Cetagandans decide to put on the sort of function they might for visiting diplomats, full of art of all sorts, to show that they're just as willing to share their culture with the exotics as they're asking the exotics to share with them. The function is hosted on the evening of the 7th in an annex to the Grow Labs apparently meant for this express purpose, as it shows off the most beautiful and elegant of the Grow Labs' specimens, and acts as a live arboretum in and of itself, and quite vibrantly beautiful.



If there's one thing the Cetagandans are good at (besides art, and language, and genetics) it's throwing a good party. Functions like this are always an opportunity for Cetagandans to try and socially one-up one another; everyone is in their most fashionable dress in the latest fashions they manage to keep off-planet, or at least a dress uniform, wearing fanciful scents and vibrant facepaint they might not otherwise on the job. For the artistically inclined ghem (read: a lot of them), this is the chance to show off their artistic endeavors as well -- large sculptures of unusual and improbable materials, walkable installations meant to engage every sense, and of course the living art engineered by the ghem ladies, ranging from relatively simple and tame pieces such as koi fish patterned with clan insignia or black roses and blue orchids, to complex combinations of non-human DNA to create some genetic sculpture. There is, of course, food and drink -- in the usual flagrant Cetagandan style, although the hors d'oeuvres and drinks are even more ecletic than the usual mess hall fare. It seems as though the Cetagandan passion for genetic art extends even into the culinary realm.

At the center of the party is a particular kind of art installation called a discernment garden. Housed in a beautiful, improbably architectural tent, the discernment garden consists of a series of rooms, each meant to test the refinement of the senses -- not unlike a varietal wine tasting. Each room is dedicated to a single sense, inviting participants to judge a collection of samples and suss out the differences, or match tastes and smells and textures to labels; the end of the garden presents its visitors with a final art piece incorporating all five senses, as a final test of one's refinement. Some of the ghem might (a bit wryly) confess that this is actually more of an education tool used for Cetagandan children, but this is meant as a gesture of good will toward the exotics.



missions
On the evenings of the 6th and the 8th, some of the exotics do a little sneaking around, and not for the first time. York lends Kaidan his access badge to the R&D Lab on the 6th and Kaidan, along with Sans and Symmetra, stumble onto a whole lot of wormhole data and schematics to construct a device capable of controlling the phenomena of the exotics' appearance. On the 8th, Deanna and Natasha sneak around to the tactical buildings and overhear some marital discord between Zahal and Diya, and a troubling glimpse at their diverging plans.

On the evening of the 13th, Jasper, York and Daryl are all in the medbay when a biocontainment breach sends it into automatic lockdown, trapping them inside. They overhear Diya arguing with one of her subordinates over unauthorized use of ba genetic material, whatever that is.

The unabridged event writeup is here.
vorbratta: (you are the gazer)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-04 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thin ice," Sonia says, a little tersely, giving him a Look, but she relents with a little breath. "But I don't want you getting captured, either. Who would I talk to?"
dendarii: (solpadeine47)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
He puts up a hand in surrender. No more talk of being killed, he swears. "Byerly, perhaps?" he says, teasing a little. "Actually, that might be more reason for me to stay safe."
vorbratta: (rule number one)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-04 07:12 pm (UTC)(link)
She scoffs with a little pff, but she's smiling. "Oh, I know Byerly's game. He's harmless to me." She's just wholly unaware that it doesn't seem to work the other way around. "Besides, that's a very different kind of talk. You -- " She hesitates, teetering, searching for the right word. "You remind me of home, a little bit, in a way that Byerly doesn't."
dendarii: (fondness)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
If she weren't ridiculously related to him, he might have been a bit affronted at that. But - well. In this case, not being lumped in with Byerly is quite the relief. "Because I talk more a Betan?" he says with a bit of a grin. "I can do the accent too."
skelepun: (Default)

[personal profile] skelepun 2017-02-04 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
It feels a little intrusive, some outside stranger commenting on his bone density. Though in some small way, Sans found himself relieved they were still there in some hindered capacity.

That doesn't rid the healthy skepticism from his grin, though.

"Or. Maybe your machines don't know how to read anatomy different from yours with conclusivity. Just a thought."
Edited 2017-02-04 19:22 (UTC)
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
We ought to. Especially since there is another possibility. Negri...wasn't the Vorkosigans' man in the way that Illyan always was, after all.
durango: (pensive)

[personal profile] durango 2017-02-04 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, I'm not in any pain." That much is true at least. There's no physical pain, just panic trying to creep its way in. Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes and concentrates on trying to slow her heart rate. She taps two fingers against a bundle of nerves behind her carotid artery. It takes a moment, but the endorphins do slowly start to kick in, calming her down.
lovernotafighter: (Lover)

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-02-04 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[It can always a little Column A, a little Column B with Tucker: hate him, tolerate him, most people ended up resting somewhere in the middle. And true to form, he neither cared nor seemed phased by such reactions because come on, he's just speaking the truth. How can someone get mad at the truth?

Of course, there was that one time where he told that guy that he was sleeping with his girlfriend. He seemed pretty mad about that truth.

Still, when this came about? That there's beaches, and not just beaches but beautiful beaches, Tucker suddenly understood that anger. Well, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.]


So let me get this straight. [And he sat up, brown eyes staring at this guy like he was insane. Maybe he was, which would be just his luck.] You have a home with "beautiful" beaches which probably have beautiful women in tiny bikinis- [unless they're nude beaches and then WTheF, dude] - and you're here? In nipple-knife cold? Why?

[Because he still didn't get it. At. All.]
skelepun: (Default)

[personal profile] skelepun 2017-02-04 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"And miss this sparkling repartee? I don't think so." But Sans was, at the very least, actively searching from something resembling a box of tissues. He knew what they were, of course, even if he'd admittedly never needed one himself. The search is a short one, stumbling upon a small stack of overly perfumed tissue. These people were way into their sandalwood.

Face mostly covered with one of them, Sans turns back with his clean hand outstretched.

"Name's Sans, by the way."
skelepun: (Default)

[personal profile] skelepun 2017-02-04 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just a little." Sans grins, voice projecting good natured teasing rather than anything actually derisive. "But it's a way better story than I ran into a wall, isn't it?"
dendarii: (TW_S1_E3_0539)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Mm. More loyal to the Emperor, as I recall.
terrifyingrenegade: (Eugh)

[personal profile] terrifyingrenegade 2017-02-04 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)

Pearl lets out a little hiss when pricked, though it's more out of annoyance than pain. "Fine," she concedes, and she pointedly jerks her shoulder away from the one officer and places her arm back down on the table.

"Injections... This sort of thing shouldn't even be physically possible," she mutters irritably to herself, glaring down at her own arm while she waits. And honestly that's her real hesitation here: she's never been drugged before, hell, she never even had blood before this. The only injection she's technically ever experienced was the injection of a slurry of raw materials into the ground, thousands of years ago, which would eventually give form to her gem. This is entirely unfamiliar territory and she's more than a little leery as a result.
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Quite so. And the General does seem rather - hm - nonplussed by the presence of the dear, sweet child.
skelepun: (Default)

[personal profile] skelepun 2017-02-04 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sans pulls a face, making full use of his newly acquired facial muscles to douse his expression in good natured offense.]

What's not to trust? [Wink.] Backed into a corner like this, I dunno if you've got anything to lose, bud. I'd take the shot.
dendarii: (bg036)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
He's nonplussed about everything. That doesn't mean anything.
vorrutyer: (wry)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
That draws an honest laugh out of him. "Quite so," he agrees with a mixture of amusement and ruefulness. "I do fear, dear Sonia, that the civilization of this camp is altogether unlike our particular brand of civilization. I don't think it's anything wrong with us, truly - just a terrible mismatch of time and place and temperament."

He curves his fingers to squeeze her hand - and then gives an actual unfeigned wince when that gallant action pulls at his wound. "Oh. Ow."
lovernotafighter: (Eyes up here asshole)

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-02-04 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Yep, he's still got the charm. Granted, people like Kimball didn't really react like she liked it when he used lines on her, but he knew that she secretly wanted him; it's that whole Being In Charge Of Not Getting People Killed thing. Sure. People without that level of pressure were totally able to fall for him and make it known, though. Like this chick, right?

So much easier.

"Of course. A master of love like myself is always good at shit like this." Come on, how can you say no to that ringing endorsement? It was virtually impossible, Tucker knew it, so he smiled a little wider. "Want to go into a dark room and see what develops?"

Set and fucking match.
durango: (oh really?)

[personal profile] durango 2017-02-04 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"I suppose so," she concedes with a small laugh. She's found a washcloth and runs it under some warm water before handing it to him. "Though now you know, I have to ask how you managed to run into a wall."
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
You've come to a planet where - as you say - notions of modesty render the women buried under kilograms and kilograms of stifling skirts, and you're expecting bikinis? Dear sir, I believe you are a vile optimist. Bathing gowns are the norm. [ With just a hint of judgment - ] Altogether impractical, given that they weigh the women down in the water. The source of quite a few drownings.

[ But, regardless - ]

But yes, here I am, in spite of it all. Don't I strike you as a marvelous patriot? Quite the hero? Aren't you impressed?
vorrutyer: (shaaaahhhhts)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
You know the man better than I. Is General Vorkosigan much of an actor?
littlemissfutility: (51)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-04 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth does, in fact, turn a corner and find a child listening at a tent flap. She's heard about him--seen him, even, very briefly--but before now, she hasn't really had a chance to talk to him.

She starts just a tiny fraction when she sees him, like she's the one who's been caught somewhere she shouldn't be, and then she smiles. He's a cute little kid, and Beth loves kids. Even (especially?) the ones in the middle of trouble. It's good that he can still run around camp unsupervised and get into mischief. Means things aren't as bad as they could be.

Bending down, her hands on her knees, she tips her head toward the tent and gives him a questioning look, as if to say, Anything good happening?
dendarii: (cunning plan)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
No. But that expression is pretty much permanent.
vorrutyer: (intense (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Actively trying to remove the boy from his camp, though?
dendarii: (solpadeine114)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
That seems unlikely.
vorrutyer: (attentive)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Indeed. We cannot dismiss the possibility that the child's master is not, indeed, the General.