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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.
vorrutyer: (intense (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ By purses his lips. ]

Guarantee? Based on the fact that he didn't take actions that would cause chaos when we were already occupying the place? The Komarran resistance is a hopeless case in our time. Not fighting with those quixotic fools is just wise, and Galeni does seem wise. But at this point in time...There is still hope for an independent Komarr.
omniavincit: (one more notch and ten more paces)

ain't no party like a hunting party

[personal profile] omniavincit 2017-02-04 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It doesn't take long to realize none of them know what they're doing. Which is strange—sending tourists out without a guide—but not William's concern. He's here for the feel of a knife in his hand, the possibility of breaking off from the others to find someone who isn't embroiled in this war story.

In the meantime, he's never shot a bow before. It's a learning experience. ]


I'm curious what you thought you were signing up for. [ There's a slight edge to William's voice. Golf, is his guess. Golf with arrows. That or foxes and hounds.

He jerks his head in the direction of the camp. ]
You can go back. [ It certainly won't affect William's opinion of the man. ]
vorrutyer: (oh hello)

cause a hunting party is mandatory

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
What - empty-handed? Don't be absurd. This is my chance at glory. Adulation. I'll return with a slain bear -

[ He grunts as he lowers himself down amongst the rocks, recovering that arrow. ]

Mikhail Ivanovich, I will name him. His pelt will make me a fine coat, and make the camp a fine stew. Admiration of the lovely women of our camp will follow - both of them - and wine, bottles of it, and then I will finally get properly drunk and properly laid. Marvelous vision, isn't it?

[ A few moments of blessed silence follow as he has to hold the arrow between his teeth so that he has both hands free to climb back up to William's level. Enjoy it while it lasts. ]
dendarii: (eidetics 111)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
... If you let Galeni die in there, I'm going to kill you.
vorrutyer: (annoyed and/or stressed)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
What a charming offer. I'm only looking out for the well-being of Barrayar. I swore an oath or two to the effect that I would.
pigsfeet: (DIGGING GRAVES OVER HERE)

d.

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-04 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Daryl doesn't go to the party. There's no reason for him to, he doesn't want to, it doesn't matter. Even before the Turn, he hated stupid shit like that. He hangs back, and does what he always does: patrols the halls, fails to sleep, and checks in nervously every few hours. He eventually finds Kaidan looking like he tried to sleep off a hangover.

He watches the guy hurl while leaning against the doorway. "Gotta lay back on the space booze." It's the closest he's come to telling a joke in weeks.
Edited 2017-02-04 22:55 (UTC)
littlemissfutility: (63)

barrayar: beth greene

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-04 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[execution]

Just because it's not a formal gathering doesn't mean they don't gather.

It's a commotion at the center of camp, and she's already passing through. Beth pauses to watch as somebody she hardly recognizes is bullied forward to a clear spot amid the tents. He's forced to his knees, and furrows her brow, trying to place him. Not one of the Barrayarans, that's for sure. She's been here long enough to recognize the other people of the camp on sight, even when she doesn't know them. He must be one of the Cetagandans--he looks like he's been through the wringer.

The prisoner's head is lopped off, and she flinches, her hands balling into fists at either side. Sure, it's the enemy, but it's not her enemy. That might've been somebody's father.

[around camp]

She's hungry and cold and tired, but hungry and tired isn't new. Cold, she's pretty sure she'll never get used to. You can find her rubbing at her fingers and blowing on them, or burying them in the mane of one of the stable's horses, just about any time she has to remove her mittens. Sometimes even when they're still on, even--this weather is unbearable by the standards of someone who rarely saw the thermometer dip below freezing at home.

You'll find her in the mess tent frequently, helping cook and trying to keep warm. She studies her horse meat with a furrowed brow before taking a hesitant bite. "This just feels wrong."

Eating horse makes her want to visit the other horses more, like it might make up for the fact that they slaughtered the others. And as riding is one of the few pastimes available, she's always willing to use some of her day on it. So at some point, she might well turn your way and say, "If we had a watch, we could race."

She'll also be at the armory, trying to get the hang of the swords the Barrayarans use so frequently. As used to small blades and firearms as she is, she's confident carrying the weapons--but before this month, she's always left swords to Michonne. Help is always appreciated, or other beginners willing to do silly movie sword fights.

[wildcard]

[There are always other options! Write something up or reach out by PM or [plurk.com profile] prettydoes to plan.]
dendarii: (bg046)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Preserving Galeni's life is in Barrayar's best interests.
vorrutyer: (haughty (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
And why is that?
dendarii: (cunning plan)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Did you not hear me the first five times I told you he's a historian?
vorrutyer: (attentive)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
And just a few weeks ago, you were loudly arguing that we can't rely on historical knowledge, because things have almost certainly already changed by our presence. Or are you now imagining that all things are pre-fated, and his knowledge will hold true?
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 005)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Cut straight to the point, Byerly. If you wish Duv dead then admit it here and now. If not, then kindly stop arguing around in these pointless circles.
vorrutyer: (explaining everything (badly))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
I've said nothing about wanting him dead, Vorkosigan.
natalia_vdova: (she's a fire)

[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-02-04 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Natasha isn't actually trying to hide herself, at least not from Deanna. She is, however, almost silent, her footsteps following in the other woman's, so there's no sound of snow as she moves. She grew up in the snow, she knows how to move in it. The chill bites at her exposed skin, but it's not the worst thing she's ever felt, not as long as they don't stay out here too long, keep moving. The wind whips the snow around, which is a slight damper to ranged visibility. Best bet is probably to go further to the side, make like they're heading for the mess hall, and then curve back, using the side of the building as cover.

She smiles through the snow, a tilt of her head and her red hair not too hard to pick out against the dark of the shadows, not quite like a banner in the wind. She's graceful, agile as she moves. She's cold, colder than she should be, and she hates that, but that's not the issue. The issue is seeing what the woman's planning.

Nat hasn't really spoken to anyone here yet. She watches, picks up on snippets of conversation, mannerisms, and she keeps her head down, for the most part.
skelepun: (Default)

[personal profile] skelepun 2017-02-04 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
He takes it, pausing for a moment at the strange sensation of warmth and wetness. As a skeleton, he could sense both of them existing around him, but never quite like this. Never as something actively tangible. He holds it to his nose, surprised once again by how quickly it relieves the pain, even if only slightly.

"It's not a very good story. If you want entertainment, I could tell you a thousand more interesting versions. That fight one was really working up to something special."
Edited 2017-02-04 22:24 (UTC)
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 001)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Then what are you arguing, precisely.
vorrutyer: (punchable intensity)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He spreads his hands. ]

Caution. That is all. A healthy, well-advised dose of mistrust. Which, frankly, should be the basis of all relationships.
dendarii: (Default)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
You be cautious, then. I've already doubted him and been wrong.
vorrutyer: (shaaaahhhhts)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, well, then, yes, of course. Because people of course never change, particularly under completely different circumstances and pressures.

[ By grimaces. ]

The General seems fairly convinced by him. But then again, the General also has a very ill-placed faith in torture as a tool.
dendarii: (solpadeine30)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Miles quiets for a moment at that. Not the first comment - he knows Duv, dammit, and he's not changing his mid - but rather, the second. ]

How is he holding up?
vorrutyer: (haughty (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Byerly's lips thin. With a caustic sarcasm: ]

Well...He's been tortured.
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 185)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm aware. Give me more information than that.
vorrutyer: (explaining everything (badly))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not a medical expert. Or a Betan therapist. Judge for yourself.
dendarii: (no shit)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
By all means. I'll be happy to push my way in next time.
vorrutyer: (attentive)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
He'll be taking visitors. Eventually.