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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: (god honestly what is this guy's face)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-03 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Byerly lets out a sigh, rubbing at his eyes. After a moment - ]

Hand over my coat again, won't you? This frostbite is doing my complexion no favors at all.
symmetricks: (pic#10950182)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-02-03 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are you blind, as well as wounded?" If so, she'll feel somewhat contrite about that comment. Otherwise, how is he not noticing the mess he's making?

Her nose wrinkles even further as she fights the urge to step back, away from the grin. No. Absolutely not.

"Quite the opposite in fact. Go. Medical bay. Now!"

And she lifts a hand to point towards the door, as if that should be the end of the discussion.
dendarii: (Torchwood_106_0288)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-03 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Slowly, achingly, Miles up. And nearly regrets doing so. Between his fresh injuries and the seizure, he aches badly.

But he still carefully shrugs back out of Byerly's coat. ]


The coat was a nice touch.
vorrutyer: (hung over 1)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-03 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He purses his lips sourly, but admits: ]

The rumor has always been that you have fragile bones. Like a bird. Who knows if that's true, but I didn't want you to shatter your elbows or some such thing.
natalia_vdova: (plan of action)

[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-02-03 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Natasha doesn't sleep well, as a rule. Back home she had less need of it than most others, could push herself further, and despite many of the changes she's sensed about herself, it hadn't changed that sense of restlessness. She's sitting on her bed, considering heading to the gym and trying to work through it, when she hears someone trying to leave. There's that sort of quiet that portends someone trying not to draw attention to themselves, which is in and of itself interesting.

She doesn't know Deanna, but she's seen her around. Maybe on that first night in the snow. She knows she should probably grab a jacket; not quite as immune to the elements as she's used to, but in the interest of speed and stealth she just follows after the woman as-is; in the normal clothes the Cetagandans have provided for them. See if she's getting into anything interesting.. and, well, in the worst case, it never hurts to help someone out.

Gratitude can be its own kind of currency.
dendarii: (eidetics 52)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-03 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He grimaces a bit. ]

That used to be quite true.
symmetricks: (pic#10950176)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-02-03 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ God forbid she ever encounter a man like Tony Stark. His tech would be positively primitive, in comparison. Thankfully it is Natasha and not the playboy billionaire, thought Satya is slow to answer, still focused on her breathing.

She will complete the set before breaking it, that's just the way it is. There must be a set order to even this, though she does deem her visitor worthy of opening her eyes. ]


Only an hour, today.

[ If she wants the longer span of it, how long have you been practicing over the course of your life, the question will need to be more clear in its phrasing. ]
durango: (listening)

[personal profile] durango 2017-02-04 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Pinch your nose, that will help stop the bleeding." Something is... off about this whole exchange and his reaction, but she can't quite put her finger on it. "Why don't we go to the bathroom and clean up and then you can tell me about the fight."
durango: (listening)

[personal profile] durango 2017-02-04 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
Deanna sticks to the wall of the building as she creeps along under the eaves, her boots crunching in the snow. At the corner of the barracks, she stops and looks around, taking stock of her surroundings. A few guards patrol the grounds, but most seem to be around the perimeter. After all, there's more to worry about from outside the compound than within. Hopefully this will be to her advantage. The tricky part will be getting across the open ground from the barracks to the tactical center without being seen.

As she braces herself to cross the yard, she checks over her shoulder on the off chance she's already been spotted - and catches the slightest bit of movement. Stiffening, she waits and watches, cursing inwardly at the loss of her empathic sense. If only she had it, she'd know if for sure someone was there or if it was merely the wind and her hyped-up nerves.
pigsfeet: (i love u (no homo))

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-04 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
Daryl doesn't sit.

Why make it easy on them? He knew this would happen eventually. Singled out and dragged off to dance for this woman's amusement, he has no intention of making whatever's coming easier for her. He has no intention of making it easy on anybody. He crosses his arms over his chest, and leans back on his feet, looking over Diya with disapproving scrutiny.

"So ask." He doubts they're going to be questions worth answering, but hell, it's not like he can stop her.
komarran: (super unsure)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-04 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ He waves off the apology. ]

I knew the risks. I didn't think they'd allow a Komarran who's been residing with the Cetagandans in freely. [ And somehow he's alive. Small blessings at this point. ]
dendarii: (solpadeine130)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Even so. I was hoping I'd be able to manage something.

[ Clearly he'd managed no such thing. Dammit, why is his grandfather such a roadblock? ]
dendarii: (cocky lil bastard)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Poor Sonia. Miles is genuinely sorry for her; this place is shitty enough even when you're not used to palaces, embassies, and Beta Colony. He brightens genuinely to see her, though, and motions her over. His own rations are meager but he's happy to share.

"Good to see you again, Sonia," he says, his gray eyes bright. "Shall we have dinner?"
shri: (» our hands are tied if we stay)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-04 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ He clearly isn't used to hanging around nobles and how awkward it is to bang when your servants are in the corner of the room.

That being said, she's face up, her fingers white-knuckled as they grip the material that is holding the soldier up just barely. A tense line.
] Have I given the impression of caring? I said, leave.

[ She'd come here tacky in blood and vicious, and she would go out the same, if need be. ]
komarran: (who did what now and why)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-04 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Manage what, exactly? This isn't your fleet, Admiral.

[ There's an edge to the title that Duv attributes to how worn out he feels. ]
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 005)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well. He deserves that a little. But he winces anyway. ]

I got that by talking my way past people. No such luck with the General.
terrifyingrenegade: (Shut up)

[personal profile] terrifyingrenegade 2017-02-04 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
A flash of annoyance crosses Pearl's face, and she shoots Lapis a quick glare. SHE'S NOT EXACTLY IN THE BEST OF SPIRITS EITHER, BUDDY. You know. Sleeping in a tent out in the freezing cold? Eating HORSES???

"I'm not being a pain," she says defensively, folding her arms across her chest. "I just don't understand what they could possibly think that I know, I mean I've only been here for what? Seven days?"
komarran: (oh fuck me there goes my career)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-04 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ He winces slightly at the mention of Piotr. ]

No, he didn't strike me as flexible. I'm afraid you're stuck in the trenches with the rest of us.
dendarii: (solpadeine118)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
I'm afraid we're stuck even lower than that. A mutie and a Komarran.
komarran: (oh for fuck's sake)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-04 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ That brings a bleak smile to his face. ]

With the way they've been watching me, you'd think being Komarran was a defect of birth. Have the other newcomers received a similar reception?
dendarii: (cunning plan)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Miles snorts a bit. ]

Not nearly as much. The women get the roughest time of it, given prejudices, but not terribly so, it seems. You'd literally be better off if you'd come from another world.
komarran: (it is historical and i love it)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-04 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
So long as it's not Komarr. [ Or one of Cetagandan's many conquests. ]

How many have arrived on this side?
dendarii: (solpadeine129)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Miles has to count mentally for a moment. ]

Thirteen, I think. But some have disappeared.
komarran: (who did what now and why)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-04 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Hm, about the same on the Cetaganda side, minus a few at the time of my departure. Do they know where they're coming from?
vorrutyer: (or ugly)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ah. ]

Used to be?