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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.
mirrortide: (074)

[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-02-22 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Here Lapis gives an unsure look as Pearl mentions Jasper. She still has an unfortunate amount of emotions concerning the larger Gen, and she still isn't really comfortable around her.

"Did you seriously make a water joke at me?" She's focusing on the easier thing to deal with instead. She sees Jasper enough, she doesn't want to talk about her too if she can manage.
stompadour: (uuUUUHHHH)

[personal profile] stompadour 2017-02-22 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"What? No. She wasn't..."

Jasper's brow furrows.

There hadn't been a lot of time for introspection, while she was fused with that other quartz. The corrupted gem's mind had been... difficult to understand, disjointed, unclear... When she has thought back on that final conflict in the Beta Kindergarten, since she woke up here, she's thought about her own corruption, about fighting, about the pleas of the gem, or the human, who supposedly wasn't Rose Quartz.

She tries to remember, though, her forehead creasing more deeply in concentration – and a few seconds later she visibly flinches, her eyes widening, pupils contracting.

"It was... a song," she says uneasily. "What..." She rises to her feet, because she doesn't feel comfortable reclining any more, and from there she doesn't even think about taking a step towards Pearl. "You. Pearl. What do you know about this."
protocol: (► but before we get out of our club)

i actually legitimately thought i already replied to this and i just forgot to send it, screaming

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-22 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wash almost smiles at the way she says that.

He manages to bite it back, but there's a quirk of his lips anyway, the kind of subtle expression that he thinks a woman like her would still be able to notice, but she'd likely understand why he almost smiled, too. He doesn't mean disrespect, doesn't mean to mock her, but just how familiar that is, how true that is. Men with ideas. People with grand visions to change the damn world, people who were convinced that their magic bullet was going to be the right one and it didn't matter how many lives were destroyed along the way because it was going to be worth it for the pursuit of their noble goals.

There's an honesty, in the way she says it, a bitterness. He's learned a lot more about her today than he thought he'd ever know about her, but Wash already understands that he knows nothing about her, too. Nothing that really matters, because if she was anything like him then the only things to share were what she could afford to -- and she is like him. They have a lot in common. Wars and projects and men with ideas.

The almost-smile is bitter and cold, and it flickers away once she moves on. A different question, a specific one. A different kind of information being asked for, and this time, something that Wash is actually all too happy to answer, that tension between them seeming to ease down another notch. ]


Personally, no. The armor, any weapons I had on me. [ He frowns slightly. ] I know others who might've lost more.

[ Like York, ever-reliable York, somehow with his life but without Delta, instead. ]

Seems most of us just arrived with the clothes on our backs.

[ He looks up at her, doesn't ask, but the question is there in his expression -- it doesn't seem like something she'd ask unless she lost something of her own. ]
omniavincit: (blind as the night)

[personal profile] omniavincit 2017-02-22 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
The night hasn't yet passed into memory—like the comfortable weight of Logan's knife in his hand, it lingers. It had been work, by the end, cutting them up. The sound of rending fabric—he couldn't let them scream—stopped bothering him. When he hit metal, the intricate framework they were stretched over, it'd been an inconvenience. Work, then something like euphoria.

What did that say? What does it say?

He studies her, dragging out the moment to see how her words hold up. “Maybe not.” He believes her; that's not what hollows out his voice. “But it won't make any difference to him.” He lets out a breath. The sky overhead seems boundless, the cold intimate, pressed up close. William suppresses a shiver.
vorrutyer: (punchable intensity)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-22 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I've no intention of telling anyone," he says, waving his hand dismissively. "Believe me, all of this is far beyond my pay grade. Haven't the faintest idea how to deal with it. I'm already far more involved than I want to be - someone else can bring it up to - oh - whoever knows what to do."

Which is not entirely the truth. All right, which is the complete opposite of the truth. It's precisely at his pay grade, and precisely his responsibility, to pass along this sort of information to interested parties. But - But the interested party would be Piotr, and he cannot trust for even a moment that Piotr wouldn't kill Beth.

And so what? It's your place to decide who your commanding officers condemn? You're an informant, not an analyst. You're supposed to collect and pass on information, not to act on it. Not even to judge it. What are you trying to do here, Vorrutyer?

"So you can count on me to keep your secret."
terrifyingrenegade: (the most intense blush)

[personal profile] terrifyingrenegade 2017-02-22 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"What?" Pearl blinks. "Did I-- No! I mean, not on purpose--" she blushes, and then adds defensively: "It's a very common turn of phrase!"
mirrortide: (093)

[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-02-22 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"You don't have to act like I'm going to shatter you, Pearl." Lapis manages to only sound a little offended at Pearl's defensiveness. It's not her fault though, it's not like Lapis had been the most friendly Gem in the Galaxy towards her. Especially not in the interrogation room.
littlemissfutility: (28)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-22 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
She didn't realize how much she'd tensed until he promised not to say anything. Hearing it makes it a little easier to breathe. Far beyond my pay grade. It would be, for a drunk. For whatever else Byerly is, she's not sure.

"Thank you." This situation still isn't great, but it could be worse. The way he promises is dismissive, the kind of small drama she's starting to associate with his false front, but what choice does she have here? If he's lying, there's not much she can do about it. For now, it's easier to hope this is the truth. So she lets it go at that--for now, at least--and asks the question she needs an answer to. "If I do die, will you still stab me? Just in case."

The thought that she might still turn somehow still sickens her stomach. If it comes down to it, she'd rather her corpse endured stabbing than becoming a walker.
terrifyingrenegade: (Regurts)

[personal profile] terrifyingrenegade 2017-02-23 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
Pearl's shoulders tense when Jasper steps closer, and she shoots the other gem another icy glare. After everything else she's been through today, she is so tired, and this is the last conversation she ever expected, or ever wanted to be having right now. The end of the war isn't exactly an easy topic for her to discuss.

...Jasper's entitled and demanding tone isn't exactly endearing her to the idea of explaining, either. But she wants the quartz to hear this. She wants her to know, to be horrified by what happened.

"It was the Diamonds," she spits, voice quaking, recalling the bitter memory. "When it became clear that they weren't going to win the colony back from us, they retreated from Earth, taking with them only whatever soldiers managed to make it back to the drop ships in time. And then..."

Pearl breaks off there, shaking her head.
stompadour: (? ? ? ?? ??? ?)

[personal profile] stompadour 2017-02-23 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
"I know," says Jasper, curtly, her voice rough. "I was there."

Sort of. She was sort of there. Yellow Diamond made sure she got offworld before panic of the evacuation began in earnest.

"You're saying that's what it was? That's what they did?" She wants to sound skeptical, but she can't quite manage it. She thought all the gems on Earth had been... obliterated. Wiped out. But obviously that wasn't true. There were so many of the corrupted ones...
terrifyingrenegade: (You fucked up)

[personal profile] terrifyingrenegade 2017-02-23 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm saying they pulled the plug and then rained devastation down on every singe gem left on that planet, yes," says Pearl, voice shaking with a quiet fury. "Crystal Gem and Homeworld Soldier alike."
stompadour: (DISDAINFUL LIP CURL)

[personal profile] stompadour 2017-02-23 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
"I know," Jasper says again with mounting agitation. There's a pause, and then she says, the barest fraction more calmly, "They said they were all destroyed."
terrifyingrenegade: (Regurts)

[personal profile] terrifyingrenegade 2017-02-23 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
"That's not what I thought-- I mean--" Heavy sigh. "I'm sorry," Pearl says weakly, shoulders sagging. She puts a hand to her gem, rubbing lightly. It still feels cold and wrong to the touch. "It's been a very stressful few days for me... I'm afraid I just haven't been myself at all."
vorrutyer: (serious)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-23 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
He hesitates. Then, finally, quietly, without mockery - because this means so much to her, and he can understand why - he says, "My oath as Vorrutyer. I'll take care of you."

He pauses a moment, then adds, "And if something happens to me...Miles Illyan. You can trust him with this oath, as well. He'll help you."
terrifyingrenegade: (lmfao!!!)

[personal profile] terrifyingrenegade 2017-02-23 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, surprise," Pearl says, flashing Jasper an ugly, bitter smile. "They lied to you. Or at least omitted a few crucial details, if you're inclined towards generosity."

The slender gem looks away again and drops back against the headboard, face tilted upward, for once showing every bit of those thousands of years of age on her weary face. Then she mutters in a much quieter tone: "I guess they were destroyed, in a sense. Their minds are completely shattered. They don't know who or what they are, or what they used to be... None of them..."
stompadour: (ugh)

[personal profile] stompadour 2017-02-23 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
"I know," growls Jasper, turning away from her with hunched, tense shoulders. She doesn't want to give Pearl the satisfaction of seeing her face.
terrifyingrenegade: (FOR YOUR OWN HEALTH.)

[personal profile] terrifyingrenegade 2017-02-23 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Pearl makes another annoyed sound, eye twitching slightly. She's staring hard at Jasper's back now. "Well if you know all of this already then why are you asking me?" she snaps. Why is Jasper making her dredge up all these painful memories?
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-23 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
It sounds like he means it, and she wants him to--this much, she wants to be true. If anything Byerly says is worth hearing, let it be these promises: that he'll keep her secret, and that he'll make sure she stays dead. He seems serious enough, though she's still not sure that means anything at all.

"Okay." It's not the first time he's brought up Miles to her, and that seems like proof in itself that this might be real, inasmuch as anything is. (Or Miles is also inherently untrustworthy, but that wasn't the sense she got from him when they spoke.) If it ends up she has to take her chances in the wild, she will. For now, she'll try to trust him, and for later, she'll have her knife.

Which is where one of her hands settles now, not quite idly. There's one other thing she has to say, if she's going to trust him, really trust him, on this. Taking a little breath, she looks up at him. "You could've killed me when we came out here, but you didn't. Um. Thanks."
vorrutyer: (shocked! and! appalled!)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-23 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Killed you?" The irony is back, now, the mockery and sarcasm. He lifts his eyebrows and widens his eyes. The deal is sealed, it seems, and so he's giving into sarcasm once more. "What, and ruined my good clothes? Do you know how much blood there is when you kill someone? No, thank you. Pass."
littlemissfutility: (27)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-23 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. I do." She gives him the kind of doubtful, don't give me that crap look that teenagers are peculiarly good at, her thumb brushing idly over the handle of her knife. The last thing she wants to do is give him ideas, but he has to realize it was an obvious option here.

Doesn't he? Maybe he doesn't. If it never even crossed his mind, she's going to feel guilty for waiting for him to try something out here.
vorbratta: (so go ahead chiquita)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-23 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
The look on Sonia's face is genuine sympathy (and a little horror), because she's no stranger to war, but God, to be asked to forgive something like that? Could she forgive a Cetagandan for killing her sister? This is all still kind of a lot to process, he's throwing a lot at her and she doesn't recognize half the names, so she latches onto what she can to tease some order out of it.

She huddles closer, with no other thought in mind than comfort. "What happened to Church?" she asks hesitantly, biting her lip. "What happened to your friend?"
stompadour: (NO !!!!)

[personal profile] stompadour 2017-02-23 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Jasper bristles and spins round. "I was asking what happened," she grits out. "Not for you to go into detail about it feels like to–"

She bites back the rest of that sentence, jaw clenched, a tendon bulging in her thick neck. She is So Mad.
vorrutyer: (god honestly what is this guy's face)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-23 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
He looks down at that gesture - and his lips suddenly curl with realization. "Ah," he says, and then gives a short laugh. "Now I understand the sword." He presses his hand to his heart and gives a small bow. "Well, truthfully, I do not. I am not a killer, Miss Greene, and have no intention of becoming one."
littlemissfutility: (15)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-23 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
She grits her teeth at the laugh; it feels like he caught her playing dress-up in things belonging to somebody older and more sophisticated. Like bringing a sword out here was a cute little quirk. Doing anything other than listening to him comment on her choice of weapons will only encourage him, though, so she bites her tongue.

"Oh." Stay that way, she wants to tell him. It's better if you don't have to kill people. But she's told him more than enough already today. Nodding back the way they came, she says, "Let's get out of here."

You go first.
Edited (i reread it and was like, this feels incomplete.) 2017-02-23 04:26 (UTC)
terrifyingrenegade: (???? sleep??? how???)

[personal profile] terrifyingrenegade 2017-02-23 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
There's a twinge in her gut, and for a very brief moment Pearl swears she almost feels.... Sorry? For Jasper?

It doesn't last very long.

"I didn't even go into that much detail," Pearl mutters, settling back on her bed again. She's so tired, but laying down isn't really sensible with Jasper looming over there...