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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.
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 192)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 11:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, no. Of course he wouldn't know. Miles rubs at his face as he tries to think. ]

That seems to be the case. What a mess this is.
dendarii: (cunning plan)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
It's cold, Byerly. And that doesn't even deserve a response.
durango: (side eye)

[personal profile] durango 2017-02-04 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Twenty feet tall?" Deanna crosses her arms and raises her eyebrows. As far as she's seen, no one here has been much over six feet. Her mouth twitches. "You're pulling my leg, aren't you?"
shri: (» we're at the start)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-04 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her gaze narrows, either for his plan.... or for implying she had something in common with the Cetagandans. Proud and decadent and too slippery by far. Oh, they reminded her of Hastings and his ilk. ]

That implies I can trust you.
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
So self-evident is it, eh?
dendarii: (solpadeine111)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
So obviously false, yes.

[ He manages to stand, slowly. ]
dendarii: (good point)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah. Miles is a bit disappointed, if he's being honest with himself. That would have been pretty entertaining. ]

Ah, I see. Very evocative.
vorrutyer: (whimsical (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooh. That simply smacks of denial. Have you ever even considered you might not be the smartest person in the room before? - And sit down. If you shamble about looking like an Ensign returning from shore leave, you're going to attract attention.
dendarii: (cunning plan)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
You hit me in the head. Of course I'm going to stumble.

[ He sits, though. ]

And I may not be the smartest person in the room. But I'm always smarter than you, Byerly.
vorrutyer: (respectable)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, no you're not. First exhibit, take a look at yourself right now. Would I let myself get into that situation?
dendarii: (eidetics 111)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rather bluntly: ]

Are you referring to the seizures that I have no control over? Or perhaps making myself more palatable to the soldiers by getting injured for food?
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
The seizures came from cryorevival, didn't they?
dendarii: (solpadeine107)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
If you're going to start tracing it back that far, you may as well blame my mother for landing on Sergyar to begin with.
vorrutyer: (whimsical (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, let us not blame anything on the formidable Countess. But I'm willing to bet you ended up needing cryorevival because of doing something reckless. The rumor, amongst certain...types...is that you had your throat cut during an argument over the bill at a Jacksonian house of love.
omniavincit: (pic#10909053)

[personal profile] omniavincit 2017-02-04 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
William's heart is pounding, like a fist against a door. His breath steams out of him in the cold. Somewhere nearby, men slip along a dirt track and prepare to blow a hole in the descending night.

This is getting to be familiar.

“Probably should've asked that earlier,” he shoots back, a little breathless. He smiles despite himself, the kind of smile only—as Lawrence might put it—the welly and truly fucked can share. Miles, he reminds himself, an old habit, Miles and Tucker.

Something rumbles, far off. William rests his hand on the hilt of his sword.
dendarii: (TW_S1_E13_0253)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Miles seems comfortable enough with their mission, at least. He's done this sort of thing before too - in spirit if not in letter. And you don't need to be tall and strong to place a bomb. Which is good, because Miles is neither of these things. 4'9" at most, with a gaunt frame that suggests a lifetime of medical issues. The Barrayarans have been making hex signs at him despite the fact he's clearly one of him, given his accent and his fluency in all four of the local languages.

None of which are applicable here. Just the three of them outsiders, ready to blow something up. "I suppose," he says cheerily, "but we had no more choice then than we do now."

He crouches a bit as he watches the supplies approach. A bit closer ...
dendarii: (solpadeine107)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Miles' expression freezes over entirely. ]

Rescue mission, actually.
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh? Hm. In Jacksonian space, though...
dendarii: (TW_S1_E13_0316)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Correct.

[ He stares back at Byerly steadily. Daring him to ask for more details. ]
vorrutyer: (handsome)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
So - what Jacksonians were dearly in need of rescue?
dendarii: (bg068)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
My brother.

[ Said in the same precise tone as you asshole. ]
vorrutyer: (haughty (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-04 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
What - had the clone been kidnapped?
dendarii: (TW_S1_E13_0420)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-04 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Miles' eyes glitter with malice. ]

My brother.
standsentinel: (walk away)

Team Eta (+York for one thread)

[personal profile] standsentinel 2017-02-04 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Pregame Handoff: Kaidan and York

On this particular afternoon, Kaidan Alenko can be found where he's been a fixture for the past few days: in the exotic's room of the barracks, cozied up to a lap reader and reading through the results of a morning spent feverishly sending off search queries about everything from Nexus politics to wormhole science. (One hopes the Cetagandans aren't on a capped bandwidth monthly internet plan.) He's yet to volunteer himself as a worker for the Cetagandans, taking full advantage of their offer to let the exotics stay rent free in an attempt to delay having to make an overt statement of support for them.

This doesn't mean that he's going to pass up the opportunity to wave down York when he spots him. "How's life on the other side of the science lab door?" is an amiable enough greeting.

The Observer: Kaidan and Sans

If there are Cetagandan eyes watching the exotics' bunkroom, they're ones that Daryl and Kaidan have been demonstrably unable to find. Even if the cameras are there, the casual transfer of a pass between its rightful owner and the inquisitive Canadian snoop now in possession of it was done with bodies screening it from the view of most potential cameras.

Of course, this fails to account for the eyes of other exotics in the room. Kaidan has resumed going through his comconsole finds, cagey enough in the art of sneaking around to not immediately bolt straight for the wormhole lab. There's time enough for a curious and observant sort to go ask questions.

The Obstruction: Kaidan, Sans and Symmetra

"Y'know," says Kaidan with quiet philosophy as he and Sans walk inside the wind shadow of the generator buildings, for what shelter from the cold that offers. "It's just as well you joined me. Two exotics out for a stroll... well, we're just two exotics out for a stroll, aren't we?"

Two exotics out for a stroll that's conveniently missed all foot patrols, and has stopped in the lee of every building between them and the R&D labs ahead to wait for any passing Cetagandans on other business to walk by without seeing them. Just... a nice little stroll.

The Action: Kaidan, Sans and Symmetra

With his solo mission now a three man squad, one of which is vociferously opposed to the whole idea, Kaidan is now looking each of his thirty six years, plus a few more years borrowed from somewhere else. Exasperation is clear in his posture, and one hand has thoroughly tousled the hair at his temples in repeated fidgets... but the pass from York has worked, the three of them have ducked safely into a networking closet to dodge the last, late-night workers, and he's now in a position to give her a slightly challenging lift of his chin, and the suggestion of "You take first crack at that subsystem. If you're serious about believing proof if we find it, that is."

vorbratta: (stick my head up)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-04 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia blinks, clearly surprised by the request, but she smiles. People don't usually ask to take her picture. "Oh -- sure, yes." She holds her camera up -- it's old by Nexus standards, clearly mechanical and not energy-powered. "Have you ever used one of these?"