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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.
vorbratta: (stick your head up)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-23 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia files all these things away to ask Carolina about, including with this Wash person, who's obviously key to this whole thing, and...apparently nearly as dangerous as Maine. Who hasn't yet become the monster Tucker knew. Sonia, ever optimistic, wonders if that could be prevented, here. If Maine could derail that hideous destiny. But she doesn't give voice to that now, because it's not what Tucker needs to hear.

A hand goes to his shoulder now, a wave of gut-wrenching sympathy washing over her. God, it all just sounds...so awful. Losing someone you love, even if they're some kind of digital construct -- because this Church, he sounded like he was some kind of whole person -- Sonia can't imagine it. She doesn't even want to. But she already is, and she bites her lower lip to keep it from quivering.

"It's all bullshit," she echoes quietly -- not just this, not just Tucker and the Freelancers, but all of it. The war, the whatever-the-fuck that dragged Tucker away from his home to an awful place like this. The curse sounds strange coming from her, but hey, even princesses swear sometimes.

The question makes her bite her lip harder, but she's at least slightly more qualified to give an answer than any of the soldiers, whose responses would have been much more grim. "I'm...not entirely sure," she says slowly, honestly, and she stares at her knees as she brings them up against her chest, the better to tuck herself against Tucker under the blanket. "Don't get me wrong, what they're doing here is -- " Bitterness steals its way into her voice, sharp and icy, but she bites it back. "They didn't come here for genocide. The Cetagadans are expansionists, not mass murderers."

It does, however, take physical effort to get those last few words out, because from her perspective, that's all they feel like these days. "Aside from Miles and Byerly, none of you are even from this world. They're more likely to be curious, and -- generally speaking -- they're very civil toward their guests."
mirrortide: (074)

[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-02-23 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Tell me about it." Lapis responds coolly. "I'm not exactly fond of our circumstances either." She lifts her hand and stares at the nearest water cooler, trying to will the water inside to do something.

Needless to say, it doesn't.

"Diya is apparently working on a way to get us turned back into Gems."
terrifyingrenegade: (CONTEMPLATES....)

[personal profile] terrifyingrenegade 2017-02-23 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"At least here you're not sleeping in tents out in the snow," Pearl points out, watching the water cooler with vague interest. "At any rate... I'd be curious to hear how she intends to achieve that. Or why she's inclined towards such charity when her forces are otherwise engaged in warfare."
mirrortide: (093)

[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-02-23 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"No clue." She lets her hand fall back down to the bed. "But this place seems like a better chance than where you were. Especially if sleeping in tents in the snow is how they live."

Lapis pauses, and then shifts uncomfortably. "Apparently they can tell if we've fused or not by our DNA."
littlemissfutility: (89)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-23 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"I didn't want it," she answers, nearly as lightly. She owes Byerly enough already: for a secret, for a promise, for a really awkward hour spent among the trees outside camp. A bowl of horse and groats isn't much by comparison, but it's still one more thing to add to this pile of what Byerly's done for me. Besides, none of this matters--it's joking, basically. Nonsense that makes it sound like they were just on a walk. "I already ate my share."

And even if she hasn't, contemplating eating more horse than she has to is hard, even after going hungry. She'll do it, but she really doesn't want to be pushed to that point.
littlemissfutility: (34)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-23 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
She shrugs. This is part of what life is here: safer than home, but not safe. Animals that can be (shouldn't be) slaughtered, but not much for wild game. No walkers at the edges of camp, just alien invaders breathing down their necks. And people to talk to--just not the right ones. Sometimes, you have to take what you can get and hope that tomorrow will be better.

"Shut up," she says, but it's not serious--about as close to teasing as she can come with more horse meat waiting in her bowl. And then, turning her gaze up to his eyes, "You shouldn't think about their names. You should think about what you're going to be able to do later because you ate."

It's old advice, advice that didn't always work on her, but everyone who lives near their food figures out ways of dealing with it eventually. He will, too.
durango: (pensive)

[personal profile] durango 2017-02-24 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Noting the tightened jaw, Deanna realizes that must have struck a nerve. Even in this short amount of time, it's easy to see that Diya is not a woman to lose her cool easily. Part of Deanna is glad to see it, not because she enjoys upsetting anyone, but simply because it puts her less on edge to see at least some sign of Diya's emotional state.

Deanna shakes her head. "It's not about ownership. It's about... not unduly influencing the path of another culture."
vorrutyer: (wry)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Ooh, listen to who's a good girl," he says, his voice turning lightly mocking. "Properly socialized, she is. Miss Greene, never mind what your share is. When you have the opportunity for something extra, you should always take it." He flutters a hand at her. "That's how Vor got to be Vor. Being a bunch of rotten bastards. I'd like to see a prole like yourself being a bit of a bastard back at us."
littlemissfutility: (38)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-24 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
Beth rolls her eyes. He's trying to wind her up, whether he believes what he's saying or not. So, her words quiet, she answers, "I almost killed your entire planet. I don't need to be more of a bastard today."

Just by being here, she's taking from them. Maybe eventually, she can steal more than her share, but it doesn't seem worth it right now. Especially not if it leads to eating more horseflesh.
vorbratta: (how come you wanna make off)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-24 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Carolina's description of Chorus catches her attention right away, but especially the mention of other species. "There were aliens on Chorus?" Sonia looks sort of excited about that. No one in the Nexus has ever encountered sentient life, not even among the dozens of planets they've colonized. "Or...they weren't there anymore, were they? If there were only ruins left."
vorbratta: (with my hard-earned love)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-24 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia smiles, if a bit weakly, and shakes her head. "No, it's been on a while. The Cetagandans have occupied all the major cities. Count Vorkosigan's resistance is really...all we have right now. But -- this isn't all of them," she adds hurriedly. "We got split up during the last attack. Count Vorkosigan is still trying to make contact with them."
omniavincit: (eyes behind the mirrors in empty places)

/rolls to dodge small talk

[personal profile] omniavincit 2017-02-24 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
Eyes narrowing, William scratches at the scraggly accumulation of beard along his jaw. He's dimly aware that he's angry, getting angry, homing in on it. How can she look him in the eye and say that? Where was she when Logan tore Dolores open?

"Why?" By the time he dredges up his voice, she's moved on to more agreeable conversation. Pleasantries. They can do that later, if they have to—right now he has to do this.

"Why should it matter? There'll be another"—his arm shoots out, as though he's introducing the bloodstain where the man just stood—"along in a week."
eugengineer: (pic#10725608)

[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-02-24 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Diya's eyebrows raise.

"You won a civil war," she says, almost quizzically, "but failed to take back your home planet?"
littlemissfutility: (18)

NORMAL PEOPLE HAVE CONVERSATIONS, WILLIAM

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-24 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
She stares at him--first confused, then appalled, as Because it's your name becomes...well. "Because that was a person."

Being on the other side of the war doesn't change that. He might have had a family. He probably had dreams for the future. Just because he sneaked too close to their camp doesn't mean he wasn't a human being.
durango: (oh really?)

[personal profile] durango 2017-02-24 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
She does all right without Geordi, though no doubt he'd be able to geek out with Kaidan a little more about this. Still it's - "Fascinating!" Deanna leans forward. "I've never heard of anything like that!"
eugengineer: (pic#10725604)

[personal profile] eugengineer 2017-02-24 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Diya's expression doesn't change, but her eyes go slightly icy, her eyes just barely lidded. "I was thinking something more along the lines of an exchange. I'm sure the Cetagandan Empire would have just as much to share."
vorrutyer: (I'm honestly having a time telling)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-24 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. He falls silent, then. There's a moment, and then - awkwardly - he says, "No. You didn't. Don't...blame yourself."

He clears his throat and doesn't look at her.
komarran: (no one ever listens to me)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-24 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
"They have me outnumbered and have made it clear what would happen if I broke the little trust I have." He shrugs. He has no intentions to sabotage anything the Barrayarans are doing. If anything, he'd like history to run its course and them to win the damn conflict more quickly. It may not get him back to his time period sooner, but at least he'd know the outcome instead of the various unknowns being presented now.

"That's about how long the Cetagandans had us in quarantine," he says with a small frown. "How far do they trust you all?"
komarran: (continues skepticism)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-24 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Those are a few adjectives for him," he remarks dryly. Duv could name a few more, but if the current princess of Barrayar held a high opinion of Miles, he'd let that remain.

"We've worked well together in the past. I'm not sure how much he's told you." And the last thing Duv wants to do is ruin the credibility Miles has built up.
durango: (listening)

[personal profile] durango 2017-02-24 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps that might be possible," she says diplomatically (though history shows that people who call themselves an Empire rarely do well with the Federation) "But surely you will understand that I am not the one who can make that call."
littlemissfutility: (43)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-24 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I did, she wants to answer, but there's something in his voice--something that almost sounds genuine. It might not be, she thinks, but she wants to believe in it, this possible show of sympathy.

So she does--just for now, she tells herself--and shrugs. And, knowing they're starting to pass more people, all she answers with is, "Okay."
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[personal profile] artsofwar 2017-02-24 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
Zahal could do away with her arrogance -- it needlessly complicates things. But if it means she speaks the truth he will deal with it. Leaving her be, Zahal turns his attention to Darkstalker. "It sets a baseline," he repeats. "Normally more use when we have context, but it establishes that she is an exotic like yourself. And if she was not one of ours, the Barrayarans must have them as well."

But a Queen. And one who's met General Count Vorkosigan, by the sound of it. Or at least knew his reputation. Zahal's eyes narrow -- if they could get the location out of her.. but that would take more than a simple question. So he continues, giving Wash a long, flat look. "So you have met the General Count. What have you discussed?" It is a guess, but Zahal does not phrase it so. If she hasn't, she will correct him. And if she has, well. He will know more.
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[personal profile] ghemhotstuff 2017-02-24 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Gail grins, taking the other man's arm with a graceful ease. He may not be the oldest ghem there, nor haut, but the genetic lines that made him are still evident in the sculpting of his face and the smoothness of his motions. Pulling the other man into a stance, he shakes his head. "Not at all. I'm sure anything I could teach you will be a few years out of date back home. The styles change so often."

Said somewhat regretfully, but he's pleased to have the other man's attention just for a moment. "Although I've never danced a foxtrot before. Another trade?"
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[personal profile] truevor 2017-02-24 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Naturally. ( olivia pauses, and presses a finger to her lips as she considers him. ) I am sure when my husband and his band have finished securing Barrayar's freedom, civilization will return. Until then, I fear you must strengthen your own nerves. For her sake.

( piotr has told her enough about byerly, but she still has yet to put her finger on him to her own satisfaction. and, while her husband's concerns revolve around byerly's strategic value, her's concern only her sister. )
truevor: (Default)

[personal profile] truevor 2017-02-24 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
( The surprise on her face at his eagerness and the speed at which he takes off is lost on Miles, now quickly widening the distance between them. But it melds into an open smile as she nudges her own mare into following him at a comparative pace, and then a kick faster to bring her closer to him. )

You know the mountains well?

( She says, raising her voice enough to be heard. )