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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-02-18 03:21 pm

[ february ii log ]

Who: Everyone
What: Traitors exposed, celebrations had, sleight hands passing cards under the table. And so begin the preparations for what is soon to come.
When: February 18th - 28th
Where: Barrayaran camp / Cetagandan base
Warnings: Torture (interrogations thread)

Quick links:
Riverfall
Barrayar: Barrayaran camp / Party / Missions
Cetaganda: Cetagandan base / Moon-poetry party / Missions


The harsh weather rages on, which temperatures still averaging far below freezing, and the wind is still strong. But things are a little less dire for the outsiders, and for the exotics -- well, they have their own chills to deal with.

riverfall
Riverfall village is your typical Dendarii mountain village, which means it's small, humble, and mostly poor. This is the most rural of the rural around here, a little backwater even by Barrayaran standards. Most of the villagers live in houses of wood and stone built themselves or by ancestors. Despite the cold, there are plenty of people outside at any given time -- working, mostly, because the daily grind stops for no one, but even the occasional group of children taken over by fits of cabin fever. The village is built up against a rocky mountain face, from the top of which the eponymous waterfall flows into the river that borders the west edge of the village and continues down the mountain. The place isn't exactly hidden, but if you don't know your way around, it'd be hard to find without a native guide.

The villagers are wary of the outsiders at first, even more than the soldiers had been -- the rural Dendarii are as superstitious as they come -- but, slowly convinced of their good intentions, start to warm to them. They're a blunt, hardy people, largely uneducated and tending toward the most extreme of Barrayaran sensibilities, but they are undeniably fierce. The General Count trusts them, so they'll be more or less civil (by Barrayaran standards, anyway), but you might catch the occasional scrutinizing, watchful stare. With Cetagandans in camp and exotics among them, they border on hostile, especially those who are visibly nonhuman. They keep their heads down enough to keep from getting into trouble with the soldiers, but they do not like you at all.

Not everyone in Riverfall speaks English -- Russian is everyone's first language, and only about half the village has any passable command of English. Thankfully, the village's Speaker Yakiv Gura speaks English, if heavily accented. They're clearly stretching to the limit to help the camp, but to the Dendarii, there's no higher act than one in the Count's service, especially when it comes to fighting this war.

barrayar
Even after scoring themselves a little extra food, morale in the camp is at an all-time low. The miserably dangerous weather hasn't let up, food is still heavily rationed, and everyone is still at least a little tired, cold, and hungry all of the time. It doesn't help that they've lost a few soldiers in the last couple of weeks, and in Riverfall, too, some villagers have died of the cold despite their relative warmth and safety, mostly children. This is hardly the first harsh winter they've faced, but that doesn't stop the inexorable loss that comes with it. Some villagers may be somberly putting their loved ones to rest in the village graveyard when the outsiders are in town.

But Piotr finally calls Negri out as a spy sent by his aide-de-camp Captain Ezar Vorbarra, partly to deliver a message and partly to test Piotr, because Ezar loves coy bullshit. However, he does learn that both Ezar and Prince Xav Vorbarra, Olivia and Sonia's father, are en route to Vorkosigan's District with relief supplies from Beta Colony secured by Xav's ambassadorial connections and tireless lobbying. Once Piotr judges it safe to release this information, it bring with it a bit of hope -- and to seal the deal, Piotr and Olivia arrange a celebration of sorts in the village.

Finally outing the ring of reason in the camp helps to bolster morale, too. Vorhalas is interrogated, and the names of his co-conspirators are revealed: Lieutenant Boris Vortala, who killed himself in disgrace shortly after his fast-penta interrogation at ghem-General Zefyst's hand, and their commander Captain Aaron Vorbataille. Vorbataille has, of course, already started to make his escape -- but with the help out of the outsiders, he won't get very far. Once Piotr is satisfied with Vorbataille's interrogation as well, both men are put to execution, but not by beheading as Doctor ghem-Miko: the sentence for treason is death by public starvation and exposure, and in this weather, it doesn't take long. They are publicly and emphatically denounced as traitors with no honor to speak of, sending a very clear message. Although this might seem like a gruesome sight to the outsiders, to the Barrayarans this is simply how it goes, and very few of them are sorry to see these traitors suffer, particularly as Vorhalas was the one responsible for their food shortage in the first place.

Reports from those soldiers and outsiders who were in the village at the same time as the Cetagandan field science team present the General Count with another troubling problem, however: the implications of the Cetagandans building a device that could control this phenomenon are terrifying, particularly to this threadbare resistance movement. But sabotage seems hardly a worthy solution, either. This is the only lead they have on sending the outsiders home, and so many of them have already put their lives on the line for the cause of a planet that otherwise nothing to most of them. There would be no honor in robbing them of their only chance to return home. But whether they should continue to allow the Cetagandans to proceed with their research or try to find a way to copy their plans themselves, a dubiously possible venture at best, weighs heavily on his mind. It only complicates his strategic concerns further, but by his military orders in the next couple of weeks, at least one thing is clear: he wants Cetagandan bodies.

camp
Morale is critically low among the soldiers, particularly after a few casualties during a recent skirmish with a Cetagandan patrol, but spirits definitely begin to lift with news of relief. The soldiers are now more or less accustomed to the outsiders' place in the camp, and they're even starting to become a little friendlier toward them, particularly those who've been involved in the war effort. They might invite outsiders to play card or dice games with them, or share a conversation over an admittedly meager meal, or better still, bond with them in the true Barrarayan form: over a lot of alcohol.

Negri has more or less built himself a niche in the camp, and doesn't look like he's going anywhere any time soon. But he isn't the only spy around. They desperately need a man on the inside, particularly with the troubling news about the wormhole device, and right now, that man is Byerly Vorrutyer. Starting next month, Piotr is sending him on assignment to infiltrate the Cetagandan base under the cover of a cowardly collaborator.

party
By the time they have the party on the 21st, the villagers have warmed up to the outsiders a little, but they don't really bond until the party. With what little they have to share, they scrape together as much of a feast as they can: not much, but by this month's standards, any hot meal prepared with fresh ingredients seems absolutely decadent. And because this is Barrayar there is, of course, plenty of liquor, that Barrayaran moonshine maple mead not the least among them, and there's no shortage of wine or vodka, either.

The hillfolk light lanterns all around the village and raise large tarps to cover the open center of the village where they usually hold gatherings. Inside, protected from the wind and lit by the bonfire and braziers placed around the perimeter, it's actually almost warm. Every villager who's ever laid hand to an instrument seems to gather there to play music all night long, an energetic mix of lively folk music and raucous drinking songs. Anyone with any musical talent would be welcome to join them as well. There's plenty of dancing, too, very little of it formal or complicated, but everyone's having a good time for the first time in weeks, maybe months, and the mood is infectious. By the end of the night, morale seems to have risen overall, and people in camp have something real to look forward to. The partygoing visitors are put up in warmed tents within the tarped village center or in the villagers' homes where they have room. Come morning, they'll head back, but for just one night, it's almost like there isn't even a war on.

missions
Outsiders have been assisting with moving supplies between the camp and Riverfall all throught he rest of the month, and it mostly goes smoothly. Vorbataille is caught on the 20th, although he and Vorhalas aren't publicly executed until a few days later, when Piotr is satisfied with the intelligence he's extracted. By the time he gets Vorbataille's name out of Vorhalas, the traitorous Captain has already fled -- but thanks to Carolina, Duv and Zarya, he's dragged back to camp for his interrogation.

That evening, Maine and William have the misfortune of encountering a dragon -- Darkstalker is on a mission with a Cetagandan patrol, and they run right smack into each other. A fight breaks out, but ultimately Darkstalker and the Cetagandans come out on top, and the outsiders and Barrayarans are forced to retreat -- but not before managing to kill a Cetagandan soldier or two, just barely escaping with one of the bodies.

Miles finds himself in a terrible position when a guard patrol shift goes horribly wrong in a skirmish against some Cetagandans, resulting in the death of their squad leader and a very ugly aftermath.

Zarya, William, Beth and Miles are in Riverfall with some Barrayaran soldiers on a supply run when a Cetagandan field science team arrives with a few exotics in tow. This is a rare chance to learn more about the Cetagandans' scientific exploits, and among other things, they find out that whatever it is that brought them here, the Cetagandan scientists are convincede it has something to do with the wormhole that collapsed 700 years ago.

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

cetaganda
The Cetagandans are a notoriously tight-lipped bunch, but they're blowing away most of the smoke surrounding their wormhole science research. As has been alluded, they're currently working on a device to harness the phenomenon that brought all the exotics here in the first place, and hopefully find a way to send them all home with it. They invite any exotics with scientific expertise to a series of interviews about neurology, astrophysics, and mechanical engineering. None of the advisement they receive helps to solve one of their most critical problems -- that of generating a Necklin field to match the one that must have surrounded each exotic -- but it certainly puts them closer to their goal, particularly in the area of neurology, and they're hardly going to stop there. But it's clear that the mathematicians and astrophysicists on base don't have sufficient expertise to solve the most complex equations before them. But on the brighter side of things, in the interest of this scientific exchange, they're letting the lab techs help a little more beyond just grunt work.

Meanwhile, the genetics project that seems so strange and arcane to the exotic carries on, largely behind the scenes, although Diya is increasingly at odds with her husband and even some of her senior staff, particularly the precocious Amai ghem-Soren. But there is very real purpose behind it -- and far more than just one -- and Diya d'Zefyst is a woman of great ambition. And more than anything else, she is haut.

Unfortunately, the relative peace on base is abruptly broken when Daryl, Lakshmi and Wash all manage to escape in a wild breakout attempt on the 25th. York and Ratchet are left behind, and as a result, some of their privileges revoked. They're now being watched a little more closely as a result.

base
Overall, despite simmering tensions under the surface and the miserable weather, life on base seems to be going more or less smoothly around them. The Cetagandans have had some recent victories against the Barrayarans, so morale is high. Unfortunately, after the breakout they begin cracking down on security with the exotics -- going back to treating the exotics a little more like they did when they first arrived. They aren't under guard, but after the 25th, they are being watched.

They still maintain that insistent veneer of civility, however, breaking only in cases where they feel the need or security risk is significant enough. The ghem on base remain overall cordial and courteous to the exotics as they ever were, which is to say considerably and always with a touch of smug superiority. With her success at the party earlier this month followed by her performance in the moon-poetry garden, the often-sequestered Amai ghem-Soren is seen more around the base.

moon-poetry party
The moon-poetry party is about three hours long and steeped in ceremony, each participant taking their turn to recite. This is, apparently, not a recitation of one's own work, but rather selections of classical Cetagandan poems, and in so referencing something culturally ubiquitous, each makes a statement in its mere selection and juxtapositions. If you pay close enough attention, you might notice that each participant has very subtly coordinated their outfits to further complement the theme of their recitation. Although there is a definite dignity to the party, it doesn't take much to pick up on the fact that this is yet another arena ghem use to try and socially one-up one another. Among the participants are both the Chief Medical Officer Colonel Faro ghem-Naru and Doctor Amai ghem-Soren, whose performance was especially well-received, the theme apparently being something about subtle passions.

missions
The science interviews with the exotics go more or less well, although not quite so hopeful as the Cetagandans were hoping. They do, however, learn some things about FTL travel in other worlds as well as other kinds of neural implants.

On the evening of the 21st, York, Natasha and Kaidan accidentally bear witness to what is clearly some kind of travesty: clearly a human being, but both overgrown and underdeveloped, and exhibiting powers of hydrokinesis and psychic empathy, referred to only as a ba.

On the 23rd, Jasper, Lapis, Pearl and Darkstalker accompany some soldiers and a field science team to Riverfall village, coinciding with a visit from some outsiders and soldiers. They encounter some outsiders while there but also pick up a bit on what it is the Cetagandans are doing -- that the Necklin field problem still remains their biggest problem, and they've been getting conflicting orders from the higher ups lately.

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

Note: Negri and Zahal are available for threads by request only this round. Please hit up Madi or Ammay respectively if you want threads with either of those NPCs. You can also request a thread with Village Speaker Yakiv Gura if you want, in which case hit up Madi.
komarran: (digging through archives like a boss)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-03 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
That I am not at liberity to say.

[ Not until he trusts Wash more and their social link ranks up. ]
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-03 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Maybe he just doesn't know enough about Barrayar culture, but what Miles is saying makes it feel like his relationship to the Count's something other than just being his Count. Wash just watches him, for a moment, drumming his fingers slightly against his kneecap. ]

Win with the hand you're dealt, wasn't it? [ Light, in tone -- but his expression is different. Quieter. ]
protocol: (► anyway i am a man)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-03 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Fair enough.

[ Interesting, though. He'll keep this to himself, don't worry about that, but he's definitely going to keep chewing on it. ]

-- How far back is this, for you?
komarran: (this is very dramatic)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-03 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Decades. I haven't been born yet.

[ And Duv has lived a good handful of years already. ]
protocol: (► anyway i am a man)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-03 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Pearl? No. He shakes his head -- although, ah. He's quiet for a little while, just watching her get the horse back into her stall, observant as always, remembering and memorizing for himself later.

"Rani showed me some basics, once." In the Cetagandan base, it'd been something that had started as a different conversation, with Wash finding a way to get her alone to ask her something else entirely. Sword training had been the premise, but it ended up actually happening, too. "I've been practicing on my own."

He'd ask her for more lessons, but he doesn't think she wants anything to do with him, for now. And he can't blame her for it.
protocol: (► i of never seen a diamond in a meat)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-03 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That's -- a long time. ]

Guess you get to see how the war goes first hand.
shri: (» I'll never be more)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-03 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"It can be, yes." She doesn't wish to venture on her own, not right now. After some time, some moments where she can mourn for awhile.

"Why don't you tell me of yours?" That at least will be easier. She shifts herself back into her blankets, into the pillow propped up behind her in the insistence of the physicians this morning that she should still be resting. The sewing is tugged back comfortably into her lap, taking up the needle once more to begin her stitches. "I have never seen the new continent. I am told it is very beautiful there."
pigsfeet: 1/2. fence. (winku)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-03 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"She ain't been alone." She's a princess, Beth, don't be stupid. Daryl seriously doubts she's been roughing it, war or no. "Lets you have a knife. Either she's real smart, or real stupid."

They both know what Beth can do with those.
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[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-03 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Daryl wants to ignore her suggestions, to make it clear how silly it is that she's making him do this, but then she'll have to unstitch all his work, adding to hers, and really, it's not a bad skill to learn. Despite their size, his hands aren't clumsy, and he makes quick work of her suggested improvements.

"Was doing it for my own reasons," he mutters, a bit of string in his mouth as he pulls another knot tight. "Ain't gotta worry your head over it. You better?" He looks up at her with a significant expression. She looks... different. Better, but more than that.
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 134)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-03 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's certainly not just loyalty in Miles' eyes. He's drunk enough to not bother hiding it, really. Homesickness. Fondness. A desperate need for approval. ]

Just so. Prove them all wrong.
pigsfeet: (spooning)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-03 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
What kind of game, like he had the luxury of choice when he was learning. But instead of rolling his eyes (he's too tired), he just shrugs. "What's out there?"
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-03 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"You don't have to make it alone to be tough." I was never alone. The hospital doesn't count--she was surrounded by people there, just not people she could trust. The countess didn't need to be put out here on her own to become the woman she is, either.

Beth falls silent then, staring a little sullenly at a point beside and beyond Daryl. Answering him with the details of what she'd said to the countess means owning up to just what she did in the hospital. Saying those things to strangers hasn't been difficult, but Daryl's another story. The last time he saw her, she'd never killed a person in her life. Finally, she says, "The knife's part of the deal. It's not about being stupid or smart. It's about how things work here. Noble people get knives, so the people serving them do, too."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-03 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is. Our farm, it's--" She corrects herself. "It was everything you could want. We had cattle. Some crops."

The words come out half-hearted, but she tries to push through it. "Georgia has the prettiest flowers. Bluebells, chicory, Cherokee roses..."

And I'm never going to see any of it again. Beth tries to quiet the thought, tries to bury it under something else, but she can't find anything that'll muffle it enough. The quiet stretches out around her, empty and indifferent.
shri: (» the colours disappear)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-04 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ He looks giddy as a school boy, - or as near as a man such as him, comes to such a thing. Not so unforgiving as he was when he was coaxing her back from the fit of her fevers to keep her moving. Demanding in the way of a commander to soldier and even though in the daze of that she thought fondly of telling him she was far too old for someone to be ordering her about like that: she knew, it was kept her moving until she could find her own feet.

To the same, now, she coaxes him.
] There you go.

[ Her head turns away from him, continuing to brush her fingers against the side of her neck. The mare was a happy thing, at least, being fed and adored over. ] Sarangi is a musical instrument. I named her that because she moved like music.

[ Her own flight of fancy, well - she had been a foolish girl, once upon a time. ] It seemed quite poetic as a young woman. [ Her nose wrinkles, bemused with it. ] Here - I ride what I am given, of course. Like all of us, it's about the work that needs doing.
shri: (» my blood is a flood)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-04 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
To stop them being enslaved and persecuted, used as little more than animals to be fed upon, as mine were.

[ Which is more than she wants to say, she never wants to say much of herself. It is no one's business than her own and she regrets it immediately as she can't help but stand her ground on it. Said now. Shoulders ready for what blow came. ]
pigsfeet: (smugger babyman)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-04 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Ain't what I meant." There's alone, and alone. Daryl lived a lonely childhood in one of the most cramped houses he's ever seen.

But that's, also, besides the point. He looks over at Beth with a watchful gaze. There's something he's missing. There's something that isn't being said. Like the breeze, cold and silent, it washes over him. He can't catch it or change it. It'll turn to snow when it wants, and only then.

"What d'you think she'll ask you to do with it?" Since that's, apparently, part of the deal.
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[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-04 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
Yours?

[ Well. Possibly a less selfish motive than she'd originally thought. Satya's brow furrows, a flicker behind it betraying her curiosity winning out over her silent anger. There is perhaps reason to her after all. ]

And where is it that you come from, that your people are so subjected?
protocol: (► tooth grey yellow foyer)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's the drink, too, that has Wash pressing into it where he normally wouldn't. And not particularly gracefully. ]

What is he to you?
shri: (» tragically we fall like the arrows)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-04 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ She levels with her, walking up to the class in flat determination because she has nothing else in this room but herself and what she has done, what she has seen. Hands curled beside her and her back stiff like she never knew how to bend it. Perhaps she didn't, she can't remember how it felt, anymore. Than to bear it all stiffly and even now, she has resolved that even though they had ripped her name from her with drug, she would still not have shame of it. ]

I am the Queen of Jhansi. [ The letters she had curved in the glass to Dixon, but she's rather gotten used to people having no idea where that is. What that means. This woman in front of her looks nothing at all like what she knows of her own home. Most didn't. They spoke of things she didn't understand any more than they understand of her. ]
shri: (» now they whisper it)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-04 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ She sets aside the clamp on the cloth beside her that she put her cleaned ones. Pushing the blue jacket sleeve back up her arm as she reached down into the bottom of the bucket again. Dragging her fingers to find another one to pull up and scrub the blood off as he talks.

Drags the brush along the line of a bone saw this time. Working at the teeth of the blade before she lifts it up to the light to inspect it. A shrug.
] So far as I have been told, it is not common here for Lycans and Vampires to devour innocents in the night.

[ She goes back to scrubbing the bonesaw. ]
dendarii: (eidetics 111)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-04 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Miles hesitates. Too damn long, really; it makes a complete lie of his answer. ]

Nothing. Just my district's Count.
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ A half-shrug. ]

Doesn't sound like he's just anything.
dendarii: (bg036)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-04 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Being the Count is important. He's the most important man in the district.
protocol: (► anyway i am a man)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-04 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
And he's particularly important to you.

[ Not the district. Not to the war. But you. ]
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 236)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-04 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's silent again. Just drunk enough to consider telling the truth. Why not? It'll be three people who can damn him, including one who he's just met. ]

You wouldn't believe me. And if you told anyone, I'd be dead.