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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: (I'm honestly having a time telling)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-07 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Better to stay down here, yes," he says, a little too hastily. He clears his throat immediately afterwards - smooth, Byerly - and amends quickly, "Not least because you do wonders for morale, I think." Okay, yes, that's a better line of conversation; he gets his feet under him again as he continues on. "The soldiers here do love you."
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 2)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-07 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Byerly evades again, lifting the bottle up high to keep it out of Miles' reach. As Miles recovers from the grab, he lifts the bottle quickly to his lips to throw back another swift gulp. ]

Don't be stupid. You're supposed to be clever, Vorkosigan. Act like it. No one in my family is normal. Least of all its most scandalous son.
dendarii: (cunning plan)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-07 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Rude, Byerly. He's not above climbing all over you for it. ]

No, no. I've figured it. Your terrible secret is that you really don't have one.
vorbratta: (you attract all the bees)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-07 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia's eyebrows raise slightly, but she lets it go by uncommented. She slumps a little, tiredly, and gives Byerly a pale smile. "Oh, yes. They're all very nice."
vorrutyer: (confused)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-07 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
I don't have - ugh, get off me, you hyperactive twit -

[ By shoves the bottle at Miles. Damn it. ]

I don't have what.
dendarii: (pls)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-07 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ha. He takes his prize gleefully. ]

A secret. The deep dark Vorrutyer darkness. You're a perfectly ordinary asshole.
eugengineer: (pic#10725608)

[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-02-07 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
The sarcasm goes unremarked on, but it hardly goes unnoticed. Diya's expression doesn't change. "Oh? And what is the other half, if I may ask?"
vorrutyer: (annoyed and/or stressed)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-07 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ He just about grinds his teeth. ]

The fact that I sleep with men isn't sufficient, then? Or the fact that I rat on my friends for ImpSec?
eugengineer: (pic#10725599)

[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-02-07 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Kaidan is certainly among the more pleasant and civilized exotics, but she wouldn't have expected even this volunteering of what amounts to a certain category of personal information. She tilts her head in acknowledgment and interest.

"Memory?"
vorrutyer: (attentive)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-07 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
That was...less enthusiasm than anticipated. He cocks an eyebrow at her and opens an inquiring hand, inviting elaboration.
dendarii: (good point)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-07 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
You're right. I'm completely wrong. You're a bisexual asshole.
vorrutyer: (explaining everything (badly))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-07 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Disowned and disgraced. And almost certainly half-mad already.
vorbratta: (you'll say the word)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-07 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia opens her mouth to reply and just -- exhales, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, Byerly, I'm just -- " Exhausted, freezing, wrung out, stomach clenching around hunger pangs... "Just a little tired."

Damn this weather. If only it weren't so cold, so frigging windy that she can't even sleep away the rest. She's almost tempted to see if she can find somewhere in this cave to curl up for the night, maybe convince Gavalas not to bring her back to her tent. Might be worth a try.
dendarii: (cunning plan)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-07 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Eh. There are worse things.
vorbratta: (milk and molasses)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-07 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Sona blinks, knits her brow, and lets out a little laugh. "Me? What have I done?"
dendarii: (half pint of trouble)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-07 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
"You've cheered me up, for starters," he says warmly. "And don't think I haven't noticed the soldier."

Admittedly that's probably just a halo effect. But every time they talk, he gets fewer hex signs made at him.
vorbratta: (stick my head up)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-07 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
There's a shy but pleased note to Sonia's smile. "Well, if it's working, then good. It's about time you start getting a little respect around here, anyway. You've been going out and risking your neck out for the rest of us."

She smiles at him, but her voice takes on a vaguely dubious note. "And I'm sure they're finding the prisoners a much more morally unifying target for their contempt."
durango: (listening)

[personal profile] durango 2017-02-07 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Debating what and how much she should tell them, Deanna doesn't answer right away. Unless this is an elaborate charade - which it very well could be, but she doesn't think so - they don't know about her telepathy or why it's gone. And if they aren't used to scanning other sentient beings, it's doubtful their scanners are programmed to pick up on psi-waves. Instinct tells her not to say anything about that, not yet.

"Betazoid." Before Diya can ask another question, she has ones of her own. "What about you? What is your home planet? Is this it?"
durango: (Default)

C!

[personal profile] durango 2017-02-07 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
The discernment garden, in an odd way, is actually proving to be very helpful to Deanna, giving her an opportunity to focus on her other senses and strengthen them, now that her empathy is gone. It's soothing too, to walk through, watching, listening, running her fingers over soft silks and rippled wood. Perhaps unsurprisingly for someone who does more listening with her mind than her ears, she does poorly in the hearing section, but otherwise, she does well, better than she expected even.

So by the time she gets to the last installation, she's quite determined to solve it, approaching it like a puzzle. But when someone else enters, she breaks away to offer a polite hello and a smile. She's seen him around her barracks, so despite his dress, she assumes he's one of the so-called "exotics," like her.
Edited 2017-02-07 04:32 (UTC)
shri: (» we are higher than the sparrow)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-07 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
Save your naivety.

[ Dancing and fighting were the same. But she knows she's not at her best even if the threat of combat pushes it all aside like even the understanding of war cleared away all such complaints in her body. There was always a purity to out and out combat.

She snaps with the material between her hands, as she side steps away from the blow to wrap the material in a quick sharp around the other woman's wrist. Pulling it tight to use it to anchor her and throw her. It leaves them both with their hands tied up. Gauging, always. Striking first blow was always a mistake, but this woman didn't seem much of a fool for how she held herself.

No, she seemed far too sure of it.
]
shri: (» people talk to me)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-07 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ She shakes her head slowly. She doesn't know where they have taken, wherever it empire hungry demons take such things. Away from her is the most important detail she knows. ]

Where ever they take such things from us.
natalia_vdova: (from legal)

[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-02-07 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
Natasha moves through the snow with surety, at an even clip, but not so fast as to outpace the other woman. And if Deanna is paying enough attention, she should be able to pick up on the tactic the redhead uses of looking for other footprints; using the already-broken snow to dampen the sound and obscure her tracks. She does exactly as she mentioned -- out to the side and then using the cover to press up against the building.

She doesn't seem particularly prone to conversation either, at least not out here.
dendarii: (solpadeine112)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-07 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
Miles' smile dims a bit too. Respect? That's certainly still a long way off. He only cares about it coming from one man, anyway.

"It's true," he says after a moment. "I'm in good company. There's something comforting about that."
vorbratta: (okay dolore)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-07 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Does that really seem so ludicrous to you?"

The voice sounds like it might ordinarily be light and amused, but instead it's taut, tinged with faint contempt. There's a tall young woman with long dark curls a few stalls down, tending to a dapple-gray mare. Even if she didn't recognize the accent, she's had the recently released Komarran pointed out to her in camp already. She knows he's technically one of the outsiders and that he himself could not solely bear the sins of his people, but she finds she has a lot of anger on the matter that she's never really acknowledged. Duv is just a convenient target. Her eyes on him are cool, waiting to see what this awkward stranger does next.
vorrutyer: (confused)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-07 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He gestures in annoyance. ]

It's still not ordinary. I am not ordinary, for heaven's sake. And don't try to act like none of this matters just because your Galactic mother has trained you to accept the perverse.