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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.
sibearian: <user name=gay4zarya site=tumblr.com> (ah... yeah)

[personal profile] sibearian 2017-02-10 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Er... usually I would not recommend such a strategy but, uh...

[she trails off, frowning.]

Are you okay?
vorrutyer: (warmth)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-10 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He gives a hum of acknowledgment. ]

My impression is that she's close to going mad with frustration.
vorrutyer: (punchable intensity)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-10 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Another moment, and then he braces himself against the wall of the cave and rises unsteadily. He's swaying on his feet. ]

Wish I were drunker.
vorrutyer: (really fucking stressed)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-11 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Well," he says quietly - and then suddenly, abruptly laughs. "Well," he says, a little louder, "at the very least, we'll have some of the finest Cetagandan scientific minds of this generation on the problem. One of whom - "

They break into the little clearing to find the corpse before them. The cold and the death alike are starting to get to the figure; ghem-Miko's skin is ghastly, purpling, hideous. His head is horribly expressionless, slack, and vacant. Byerly tries hard to look unconcerned and casual; he ends up looking nauseated and unsteady.

"Lies before us. What a sight."
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 4)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-11 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
But I haven't finished my horse!

[ He cries that in mock-horror. Then he leans forward, holding out a hand. ]

Can I touch it?
shri: (» but they're not the sweet kind)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-11 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
York.

[ A breath, like somehow - it's clicked, she'll get to his question momentarily. Something dawning on her face, crawling across the edges softly not unappreciative, just - smiling. ]

York, Washington, Maine. You are all from the new continent, aren't you? [ Or named for it. Not something she has ever seen - but hours spent pouring over the United India Company's maps and trading routes. This station destined for New York, for Washington city, for Maine when she remembered seeing the earliest maps brought before her. Nothing defined, until the Civil Wars she'd heard in faint messages echoing back to the rest of the world of a new country going through its first throws of development. Nothing unusual, except she bit her lip in some concern. War was perfect for Lycans and their allies. ]
infailtration: (pic#10657624)

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-11 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Huh. She's the first one to put it together, but then again most of the exotics aren't from his world. ]

The new continent? [ Is she from Earth of the past? York tilts his head curiously as he answers her. ] If you mean the US, we're named for states. But the three of us are actually all from different planets.

[ Her expression, though. ] Why does it look like that worries you?
shri: (» now we've become the ghost)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-11 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her head tilts - smile sardonic. Because at least in that threat she's comfortable. Lycans didn't bother wearing their human kills except in bloody garlands of sinew from their mouths. Sometimes they weren't even dead when they began their feasting. ]

If you wish, it would not be the first time I've met something inhuman that elects to do worse than that to human life.

[ Whatever "organice" life is, alas. ]
Edited 2017-02-11 00:20 (UTC)
shri: (» we are higher than the sparrow)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-11 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Tired as she seems to be constantly, she leans her cell door. Slow uneven breath, shaking her head. Standing too long makes everything ache, though she just looks like... maybe she should sleep a little longer. ( close her eyes, oh let this be someone else's complaint. ) ]

Yes... the US. The United States of America. Though I believe they were not that United not so long ago. [ She shakes her head. ] Consider it just another war to be fought, why it worries me hardly matters. From what I understand, no one else has to worry about battling Lycans and Vampires and the things that live in the dark.

[ Miles stunned expression like she was mad. She was, of course, anyone would be for electing to start a one woman vendetta against the whole British Empire. ] It's nowhere I have seen except on maps.
terrifyingrenegade: (Eugh)

[personal profile] terrifyingrenegade 2017-02-11 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
[INSTANTANEOUSLY, she swats his hand away.] No you may NOT!
shri: (» and the scars that mark my body)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-11 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's said in fact, and in accusation. Nor does she bother to deny it. She will. She will always fight, felt without pause to the rush of horse beats in her limbs. Heavy, heavy, heavy, loud as war drums. Filling her up from heart to head.

She will not deny it - so far as mankind was only as good as the truths he held himself to. This was her own, clutched deeply in marred fingers.
]

Empires allow nothing else.

[ She barks back, quick and light, she will not now, nor ever, be put on her knees. her voice is scratching, old, exhausted, and said as if they are the only words she has to say.

With it, she takes up the fatigues they have given her, her intention to leave.
]
vorrutyer: (what a shitty grin)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-11 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ He draws back, but he does grin a (shitty, shitty) grin of delight at her reaction. ]

Would it hurt if I did? Is that actually your skull peeking through your skin? It looks like it.
terrifyingrenegade: (I'm tough!!!)

[personal profile] terrifyingrenegade 2017-02-11 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Yes! [She says a little too loudly. And then at a more reasonable volume:] Yes, I'm fine. [She's blushing a fierce blue.] Sorry, I just, wasn't expecting to... Um...

[Pearl shakes her head. Straightens up and forces a smile.] A two-handed sword you said, right? I suppose that would make sense, I mean one of these things would be like a twig in your hands...

[NERVOUS LAUGHTER]
Edited 2017-02-11 01:12 (UTC)
natalia_vdova: (Death in a Smoky Room)

[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-02-11 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[It feels familiar.

It's like sparring with Steve or Clint or Bucky. Soldiers, people who know how to handle themselves. And sure, their sessions usually end with her throwing him on the mats, but in his defense, she's had a lot more practice. Then there's that statement, the comment that touches the edge of how old are you and normally she'd laugh it off with mock-offense. She sees how he sputters and it would be easy enough to do.

But she told Diya how old she was, and she doesn't like conflicting stories in a place like this where there's too much of an impetus toward gossip and she's still not entirely on solid ground. She doesn't trust Diya, conflicting feelings aside. She shakes her head, a thin, slightly guarded expression that isn't quite a smile.]


You're not wrong. I might be a little bit older than I look.

[She glances off to the side, a shrug of her shoulders as she takes a sip off her own bottle of water. It feels strange, a little, this honesty that she'd never even afforded her friends. Not Steve, not even Clint knew the whole story, the piecces she gave woven with untruths to protect herself, hide the secrets of her past. But this is a different world, and there isn't a trail here, one with decades of blood red, the words Black Widow Ops and that ends with dead girls.

Ones that had been like her. But not good enough.]
sibearian: <user name=gay4zarya site=tumblr.com> (keanu reeves??)

[personal profile] sibearian 2017-02-11 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[zarya doesn't look like she entirely believes pearl, but...]

It's okay. I have the same problem with the horses, as you can imagine. I would not want to hurt one of them.

[it's actually really inconvenient, but zarya just laughs it off.]

I am trying to make do with what is available. Usually I'm used to a much higher technology level.
startpoint: (03)

[personal profile] startpoint 2017-02-11 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
"I haven't kept up to date on the newest models. Most people own digital but there are some enthusiasts who like older models that use real film." She doesn't mention her father own both kinds. That sometimes he let her help him develop them. That was all before her mother left. After that... the videos and photos stopped. Everything stopped after that, really.

"The one I used most was hooked into my combat helmet."
startpoint: (08)

[personal profile] startpoint 2017-02-11 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
I hope so, he gets grumpy if he gets left behind.

[ And Maine grumpy is... not a thing you want to deal with. He was riled up enough as it was when she kicked him off a building. ]

Does this one have a name?
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[personal profile] for_honor 2017-02-11 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ the footfalls deeper in the cave fade into silence before they reach a split branching in two directions. but there's a rustling, a clatter, a faint flicker of shadow down one end. it's dark in the cave, but they might recognize it as the niche where they've been stashing their new food stockpile. there is definitely someone -- at least one someone -- in there, doing something. ]
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[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-02-11 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
Diya blinks slowly, smiles slightly. "Yes, I'm sure the loss of your original form is extremely inconvenient. Human bodies are not as closely compatible as Gems, it seems."
vorbratta: (stick my head up)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-11 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd like to own a digital camera someday," Sonia sighs, a little dreamily. "They had really neat little compact ones that folded out when I was last on Beta Colony."

Which was ten years ago now. And she wasn't really all that interested in photography yet.

"Combat helmet?" She cocks her head, interest piqued. "Are you a soldier?"
vorbratta: (say there's something better)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-11 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Can you find me something to eat that hasn't been between my legs at some point?" Sonia asks in a bout of totally unmitigated frustration and misery, and then immediately looks appalled at herself. "God, I'm -- sorry, that came out wrong. No, um, I don't think there's anything you can help with. I'm sorry."
vorbratta: (you are the gazer)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-11 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia bites the inside of her cheek, tugging on that loose thread until it tears and comes loose. She doesn't want to say no to Miles, not when it's obviously so important to him. She's still not quite ready to consider that this Komarran has any worth to him, but on Miles's behalf...

"I...can try," she offers, but not altogether optimistically. "I don't know how close I can get, but...I'll try. It's not as though as I'm eating this crap anyway." She smiles blackly, sniffling a little in the cold, but it flickers out. Her voice goes a little quieter. "I've never been around there. Not when there are actually prisoners."
Edited 2017-02-11 02:02 (UTC)
sibearian: <user name=gay4zarya site=tumblr.com> (hi five)

[personal profile] sibearian 2017-02-11 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Despite herself, Zarya lets out a short chuckle.

"Perhaps some oatmeal? I would hope that would fill your criteria!" She snorts again. "Listen, I know it seems very bleak right now, but we will pull through this."
dendarii: (welp)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-11 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
And they probably won't let her close to a Komarran either. But - her offer to try at least is still comforting. He bows his head a bit.

"That's all I ask," he says. All of a sudden he looks exhausted, the pain lines standing out strongly on his face. "Then I at least have hope."
asafepairofhands: (human - unamused)

II.

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-02-11 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Ratchet's waiting for York to be poured back into his bunk, and he hangs back only until the Cetagandan guard leaves before he's next to York's bed, touching his shoulder with light fingertips.

"Hey," he says, his voice low and a little wry. "How drugged are you right now?"