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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: (punchable intensity)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-10 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ A clipped little laugh. ]

I am bisexual.

[ Another hoot-hoot across the bottle's neck. And then a pause, and another hoot. It's a fine line between pausing because you're trolling and pausing because you're having a hard time talking. Still, finally, after enough time, he gathers himself, lowers the bottle, and says: ]

He chose to believe that when I defended my sister from the people who would hurt her - from Richars, coming over and trying to get her in a corner - from my cousin Davide - the reason I would put myself in their way was because I was enjoying my sister myself. That it wasn't defending her because I loved her. That I was just being territorial. I said no, Nadine said no, but that was how he wanted to think of me. A rapist and an abuser. Because that was the thought that suited him best. His gaze upon me was like gangrene, and so I cut out the gangrenous flesh. Left him behind forever.

[ A pause, and then Byerly suddenly leans forward to put his head between his knees. He's really, really drunk. ]

Um.
shri: (» we will never be bought or sold)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-10 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sick, Daryl had called her when he'd visited her. She's been avoiding looking at herself because she remembers Galahad the same. A man that was a mountain, immovable, corroded down. Like time could be a physical thing and it had come to collect from him.

She can't imagine she looks better, now. like death and taxes, they had come to collect from her too. Granted, she has never paid a tax on anything in her life - the great boon to being royalty, and then a rebel who lived in slums who wasn't on anyone's records except as dead already.

Soon, it might be true.

She smiles mean, old, tired. It's nothing pleasant. An old woman in a young woman's body that was wearing away. It's nothing she will say, though, she has told Miles of the blackwater and that is enough as far as she is concerned.
]

Death comes to collect on us all, did your commanders never tell you to watch for it?
dendarii: (welp)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-10 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Super, ridiculously drunk. The confession was evidence enough of that. Miles just goes still at it, horrified. To be cut off from one's own family for the sin of protecting a family member from it ... God.

Miles puts out a hand for Byerly's shoulder. to steady him. ]


Take it easy.
littlemissfutility: (47)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-10 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Beth follows with quick strides, in hopes of matching his long ones. The sword taps quietly against her thigh with every step.

"You don't normally do that here?" It's not normal at home, either, but plenty of what Barrayarans do isn't normal by Earth standards. "What do you think he wants it for?"

Mostly, she wants his opinion--since he's likely to have an educated guess or two--but letting him voice that opinion kind of feels like doing him a favour. He loves to talk, if he loves anything.
shri: (» I'll never be more)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-10 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ She can take that lick, because no - she hadn't. Bows her head in concession, a slow creaking thing. ]

No, I am afraid desperation made me foolish.
vorrutyer: (super broody)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-10 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
I can handle my drink, Vorkosigan.

[ But he doesn't pull away from Miles' hand. For once, he doesn't rebuff the first sign of intimacy. Instead, he just stays hunched over. ]

Family is shit.
infailtration: (2519159)

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-10 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
They taught me to defy it. But this doesn't look like the kind of death they meant.

[ He reaches up and his fingers curl around the bars. There must be something that can be done, but she needs to tell him what's wrong first... an unlikely scenario. But seeing her like this has only made him more determined to get her out of here. His eyes drift to the lock holding the cell door shut. It looks like the same type that seal the labs he's not allowed in.... maybe he can practice cracking it. ]

Let me help you. You'll need to be on top of your game when we break you out.
oldvor: (pic#9429950)

[personal profile] oldvor 2017-02-10 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Piotr's expression doesn't change, but there's a spark in his eyes, a tiny flare of triumph. He stares Duv down, intent. The officer hasn't yet let go of Duv's hair.

"What is your real name?"
mirrortide: (074)

[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-02-10 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
You should have waited. They would have let you go if you'd behaved first. [It's spoken from experience, though Lapis isn't keen on trying out her new fleshy, vulnerable body in the snow. Her toes are already cold enough half the time.]

It's not like they torture you here. [But then again, Lapis doesn't consider fast-penta a form of torture. Awkward, maybe, but it's not torture.]
dendarii: (solpadeine130)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-10 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
... Hang on. I'll get you something.

[ He gets back up onto his feet. ]
vorbratta: (milk and molasses)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-10 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia's smile twists helplessly. "Well, that makes two of us." Her eyes glint, and she leans to nudge Miles gently. "And if you should ever need someone to start some wild and outrageous rumors for you, my services are at your disposal."
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 104)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-10 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"If I ever should need it, then," he says with a bit of a bow.

But ... well, he does need something, doesn't he? He sobers further as he considers how best to approach this. "I would ask a favor of you, though," he says after a moment. "If you'll permit me."
vorrutyer: (intense (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-10 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Cannibalism? We're quite hungry, after all." He cocks an eyebrow at her, but then pushes his hands into his pockets and says, "Sending a message, would be my guess. Returning their scientist in pieces, perhaps. It would be - hm - an unambiguous message, to be sure. And certainly the sort that old Piotr would want to send."
dendarii: (solpadeine112)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-10 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's a first. He stays close, then, bringing up the other hand as well. Practically kneeling next to the taller Vor. ]

Nadine isn't, surely.
vorbratta: (it takes a little vanity)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-10 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia's smile is sunny as she scurries over to huddle closer to Carolina. "Of course. It's really not very complicated. What sorts of cameras do you have where you're from?"
vorrutyer: (sweaty)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-10 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's quiet a moment. Then he glances over with a miserable little quirk of his lip. ]

No. I love my sister. [ Even though my father poisoned that. After a moment: ] You better not be pitying me over there, mutie.
dendarii: (bg059)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-10 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
I'll damn well pity you if I like. That's fucking awful, dammit.
vorrutyer: (punchable intensity)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-10 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Now he does reach up to push Miles' hand away. Sloppily. ]

Do fuck off, then. I rejected him. You kept kissing up to yours.
omniavincit: (every little sound might just be thunder)

[personal profile] omniavincit 2017-02-10 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
He lets his hand drop, but the look on her face isn't something he can excuse himself from. "You—" Maybe she's right to shrug him off, because he can't make it past that word.

William swallows. His gaze twitches away from her to soldiers already shuffling off, murmuring to each other. Soon they'll be laughing. He finds his feelings have run dry.

He was moved. Now he's not.

He lowers his voice—for her sake. It doesn't matter to the rest of them. "Are you gonna be okay?"
dendarii: (bg036)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-10 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nope. He's holding on stubbornly. Right up in Byerly's face. ]

Piotr never did anything like that.
komarran: (completely resigned forever)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-10 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ He merely nods and settles back down. It's easier than sitting up while waiting and he lets his eyes rest. ]
vorrutyer: (haughty (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-10 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
He tried to kill you.
dendarii: (bg059)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-10 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Lots of people have tried to kill me.
dendarii: (bg036)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-10 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ It only seems like a moment before Miles returns with one of those stolen MREs. And some bandages. ]

Duv? Wake up.
littlemissfutility: (87)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-10 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"We're not that hungry," she answers, not without some amusement. Not a lot, admittedly, but as long as there are horses, they don't have to start frying up enemies. His other idea is a more solid one--grotesque, but believable. Beth nods, mulling it over, and eventually, she asks, "What do you usually do? With the dead."