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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.
durango: (no)

[personal profile] durango 2017-02-12 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Wormhole routes. Another difference. Only the Bajoran wormhole is stable enough to use for reliable transportation in her reality - and considering that one takes you all the way to the Gamma Quadrant, this Nexus network really could lead anywhere in the galaxy.

Still, the placating smile annoys her. "How many light years?"
vorrutyer: (punchable intensity)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-12 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah," he responds. A number of responses come to his mind. Some of them are cruel - Ah, you truly do dream big, I was looking for something practical - some brutally honest - Good riddance to families, frankly - some more quietly honest - I can understand that. He touches his lips a moment, and then simply offers a quiet, "Condolences."

A moment, and then he takes a breath and continues on more flippantly. "But let's talk about something a bit less obvious, shall we? Of course you want that; that's a boring answer. Tell me something I wouldn't have been able to guess."
protocol: (► recreation and forestry)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-12 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Another laugh, one not without humor but dryer than most. ] I'll probably prove lacking.

[ They're in the exotics room of the barracks, by now, and he leads her most of the way towards his bunk before he pauses, turning back towards her and lifting her hand in his own slightly with a dip of his head, maybe a slight bow -- a vague imitation of what he thinks might be a courtly gesture. Probably comes across as clumsy, albeit well-intended, but Wash is well used to letting himself look a fool. He lets go of her hand, moving closer to his bedside, pausing for a moment just to think on how to navigate his robes and managing it surprisingly gracefully as he eases down to one knee.

The rapier is hidden away, tucked to one side under his bunk, wrapped carefully in some spare sheet he'd managed to find -- he has no scabbard to keep it in. It's practical, and a way to hide it in case the Cetagandans decide they'd rather keep everyone strictly unarmed, but there's something else, too, maybe obvious in the way he treats it so gently, resting it on his knee, the way he unwraps it so carefully but also looks like he's done it quite a few times before.

Like this is precious to him. Like he's spent a few restless nights just turning the weapon over between his hands.

When he has it unwrapped, he's rising carefully to his feet, maybe somewhat unsure about how exactly one should present a sword to a queen. He ends up holding it out in front of him, one hand on the hilt, one hand under the blade. ]


-- Here. [ Somewhat lamely. ]
truevor: (pic#10326015)

[personal profile] truevor 2017-02-12 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
That he prefers the name he adopted over his birth name even now, after his identity has been revealed is notable. She'll do him the courtesy of using it, then, in an attempt to put his heritage out of her frontmost thoughts whenever she saw him. The nod of her head is slight, barely there. "Countess Vorkosigan." She cannot exactly say well me after his introduction to their camp.

"Have you had much trouble since your release, Galeni?" From the soldiers, at least, she can imagine he faces some level of hostility -- that much Olivia can try to counter.
protocol: (► once you have a soul)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-12 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
He hasn't been sleeping for years and years, really -- it's normal for him at this point, but well, York wouldn't know that, would he. He laughs, dry, though not completely humorless.

"I'm used to it, York. Don't worry about me -- you're the one who's fresh out of surgery, here." Gesturing with a tip of his head towards his bandaged eye. "Did they tell you anything about what to expect? Schedule a follow-up?"
protocol: (► baby i master dominate excluded)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-12 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
No, it isn't.

[ Yep. A pause, lingering, before he pushes himself away from the wall. ]

Hey. [ Another hesitation, before he extends a hand, offering a handshake. ] Thanks. For -- looking out for him.

[ Wash tries, but he's really not the best kind of person to provide the support someone might need. It's good that he was able to get that from someone else, and as standoffish as he is, he is genuinely grateful for that. ]
asafepairofhands: (human - hello)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-02-12 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ratchet looks startled, then a little awkward, but he reaches out and shakes Wash's hand, his grip firm.]

It's my job. [He shrugs a little, but that seems too cold an explanation and he shakes his head.] And, I don't know. He seemed like he needed it. Still needs it. It's not like it costs me anything, so why wouldn't I, you know? [He tilts his head at Wash a little, his too-bright-blue eyes keen for a moment.]

Thank you. For talking to me. I get that it's difficult--I don't know exactly why, but I don't have to. The fact that you were willing to get into it with a stranger at all for York's sake means something to me.
asafepairofhands: (human - grin)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-02-12 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Ratchet laughs and scuffs a hand through York's hair affectionately, mindful of his bandages.

"Of course I will, when the bandages are supposed to come off. How long did they say it would take?"
lovernotafighter: (Well this sucks)

post fight

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-02-12 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Time should have calmed him down. Hell, the stupid laps he did should have calmed him down (dammit, desperate times, desperate measures), but it didn't; the anger and confusion over everything was still pounding in his head and he just needed-- he didn't even know. Something. Anything. A place to yell, a place to vent, a place to think because this shit wasn't what he signed up for. The fight with Carolina just put the cream on this shit sundae and this was something he couldn't digest. Not now. Not...maybe not ever.

He just...he just wanted to go home. He just wanted to deal with Hargrove, good or bad, wanted to be there when Caboose figured out what Epsilon did. He wanted to see his kid again and make sure he Reds were still breathing. Wanted to see Wash and the lieutenants, even Palomo.

That was how far he had fallen right now: he even wanted to see Palomo.

It wasn't until after sunset that he realized a) he needed somewhere that wasn't boner-killing cold, and b) going back to the tent, to Carolina, to the Meta, wasn't an option. Sleeping there? Sleeping next to them and the damn dismissal of everything...no. No way. Carolina was supposed to be his friend and teammate and--

Fuck. So the cave. Last time he was here, he met Her Royal Hotness; this time, he was content with being alone. Okay, not that he would complain if she was there - he wouldn't - but all he cared about was that it was warmer inside than it was out. And that? That was fucking important.
mirrortide: (074)

[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-02-12 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
I've been all over this base, [And in and around places she probably shouldn't have been,] and I haven't seen any type of incinerator big enough for a human body.

Also, [she points a blue finger accusingly.] They've already said we could leave whenever we like. They're not keeping us prisoner here. Besides, there isn't any point of feeding prisoners regular meals or clothing them or teaching them how their technology works. They don't even expect us to do anything in return.
mirrortide: (093)

[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-02-12 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Why would you train to be bendy? [Lapis literally cannot understand. Being bendy seems like it might be hazardous? What if she gets blown over by a stiff breeze or something?

Not to mention how absolutely uncomfortable that looks. Maybe if she once more was made out of solid light and not flesh and muscles and bones and skin she could copy, but right now she's just going to accept that this weirdo is bending themselves.
]
ghemhotstuff: (pic#10917819)

SLIDES IN HERE also b.

[personal profile] ghemhotstuff 2017-02-12 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
The gaze of appreciative eyes is something Kaidan should be used to, considering that's what the Cetagandans are all about -- being admired. Gail's is just one of many, but unlike the majority of the admirers, he has an in.

Which is why, during one of the lulls in dancing, Gail slides next to the older man with a smile ready. "I don't suppose I could trouble you for a dance?" He's not dressed in anything other than his uniform -- due to go on-duty in a few short hours -- but that would just make Kaidan stand out more. "I've been meaning to ask how you've been doing. How all of you are."
komarran: (squints suspiciously)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-12 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't trust Vorrutyer after his... performance during my interrogation.

[ If the man was trustworthy, he hadn't earned it from Duv just yet. ]
dendarii: (TW_S1_E3_0814)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-12 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well that's fair. Miles' expression clouds over. ]

Did he hurt you?
komarran: (insert something dry and sarcastic)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-12 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"You mean beyond the grumblings and stares, Countess?" He shakes his head. "None yet although I was not made aware I had any recourse for reporting such actions."

He has no illusions who's side any judge here would take should he bring forth a complaint. He's on Barrayar at a pivotal moment and he's not sure he would trust a Komarran that wandered into his camp if their roles were reversed.
komarran: (one day i'll turn terrorist)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-12 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
No. He watched.

[ Which hadn't been much better. ]
dendarii: (bg054)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-12 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ No, he supposes not. ]

He couldn't have helped you. Not unless you wanted run into the wilderness immediately afterwards.
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[personal profile] artsofwar 2017-02-12 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Zahal leans close enough to whisper into her ear, a low hum of a sound that's near perfectly pitched. "General Vorkosigan can't even do that, and he has been trying for far longer." It isn't a question -- he's not interested in whatever she has to say. Looking back at Darkstalker, Zahal gives him a smile that doesn't reach his eyes; it hasn't escaped his notice that the other has had very little to say on the matter.

"Now we ask the basic questions that we can." Turning back to her, he begins, settling into a stance that seems at rest but is truly anything but. "What is your name? And did you come from the Barrayaran camp?"
komarran: (nevermind still awful)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-12 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He shakes his head. ]

Are you sure he's trustworthy?
dendarii: (solpadeine130)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-12 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
... I've no choice but to trust him. But I think so.
komarran: (dramatic side look)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-12 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll keep your opinion in mind, but I'll take time to form my own on this Byerly.
infailtration: (pic#10119114)

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-12 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
York wouldn't know that -- doesn't know that. To him it's a sudden change and he worries about it, doesn't know what's causing it. He just wants to be able to fix the problems but knows he can't. Rather than argue he smoothes his hand over the sheets in the spot he wanted Wash to lie down, fussing at a bit of lint instead of his friend.

"Two days for the swelling to go down and then they'll check it and see if I can take the bandages off."

Yes, only two days and he's already this impatient.
Edited 2017-02-12 22:00 (UTC)
infailtration: by <user name=martienne> (pic#10657597)

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-12 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
York blinks his good eye at the ruffle, then looks almost comically disappointed. All his reactions are exaggerated right now. "They'll check in two days." He's still impatient, wants to know if it worked and looks like it's going to take. "Come on, you're a doctor. It'll take five seconds."
asafepairofhands: (human - unsure)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-02-12 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, and as a doctor, I'm telling you there's probably a reason they're waiting two days to check. You can't pull the bandages off a cut every ten minutes to see if it's healing--I think the same rule applies to eyeball replacements."

Ratchet narrows his eyes thoughtfully, then folds his arms, using his best no-nonsense medic face.

"What were the instructions they gave you, exactly?"
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-12 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just once, not every ten minutes," he mumbles, then sighs.

"Keep it covered, try to rest the other eye so that one doesn't move around too much. Come back if it hurts beyond an ache when the meds wear off." Which sounds pretty standard to York, except that there's a nerve reattachment involved and he needs to know. Before it starts healing, preferably.