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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.
littlemissfutility: (43)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-15 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
The story Rani tells her sounds insane, on the face of it. The part about Jhansi is believable, sure; people do horrible things to each other, and going to war over a place and make that place into a shell of what it was. She's seen it. But lycans, vampires--that sounds completely crazy.

On the other hand, she comes from a place where people rise back up after they die. She can't exactly laugh off the weird stuff from other people's homes.

"I'm sorry," she says to Rani, because nothing else quite fits. I'm sorry you lost your home. I'm sorry you have to fight monsters, too. For a time, she's quiet, letting Rani stroke her shoulder as she wonders what she can offer in the face of such a hard life. "Doesn't sound so different from home."

Always on the move, always fighting something unstoppable, always living someplace terrible--or living somewhere decent and knowing that, at any moment, you might be back out there.
vorrutyer: (intense (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-15 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a good strategy. In Byerly's circles, the clever people are liars, and the truth-tellers are fools; he's well-practiced and smooth at dealing with both. It's the smart ones who are somehow, by some miracle, also honest that he has trouble with. The likes of Ivan, for example, who by his odd combination of guilelessness and sharpness had managed to bypass By's layers of deception. (Helped by By's own mistakes, no credit where credit is not due, but still.) And the likes of Beth, too.

So that question causes a little tightening about his eyes, a little sharpening of his smile. The smallest little signs of increased wariness - the sorts of signs that wouldn't slip through if she didn't catch him off-guard. Perpetually. (Damn her.)

"I see," he says, and there's still a little laugh in his voice. But the intense steady focus in his eyes doesn't really track with that casual tone. "So what sort of lying are you talking about?"
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-15 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth shrugs, trying to decide if his expression twitched a little, or if she imagined it. She might be walking dangerous ground here; he's looking at her the way he does sometimes, like she's something he needs to suss out. (Maybe she's as much a mystery to him as he is to her. But she doubts it.)

"Real lying, not...not white lies." This conversation is the first time in several days--maybe a little longer--that she's thought of Dawn. It's strange, realizing that she's been so busy, so happy, that the hospital hasn't been at the front of her mind. Talking about this brings her back, though. Beth, in this job you don't need their love. But you have to have their respect. "People who decide they want something, and they don't care what they have to say to get it."

It's hard for her to put it into words, but that sense of purpose is what she's trying to get at.
vorrutyer: (whimsical (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-15 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah." He lays his finger alongside his nose and gives her a knowing wink. What is the girl driving at? Does she suspect? No, surely not, he thinks. Then the question would be people who have to lie for their work, or people who lie and it's dangerous, or some other naive circumlocution of what spy-work entails. But...

But he doesn't want her digging too deeply into him and what he does. What he is. Not now, on the eve of his betrayal. The fewer the number of people who think about his character, the better. Especially Beth, who doesn't like him, but who seems inclined to search for the best in people.

So he tries to defuse her curiosity with a cheeky little joke. "That's called a politician. You run into all sorts of them on Beta. We haven't got so many here - a pleasant side-effect of living under an Emperor instead of dealing with a democracy."
shri: (» when the freedom breaks)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-16 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
As they should. The food must always go to your people, first.

[ It's firm, said without wavering on the point her sheer approval that they should not eat better than those serving them. The silly rhyme her soldiers chanted that was more flattering to her than half the poetry given in her honour. Who gave her sepoy cream to eat, but herself took gurdhani. ]

I will need to speak with them, to... resume my duties. Beth? - is - is she well? Have you seen her?

[ Someone stop her now, she stirs a little, what is she doing here, taking rest? There are things to be done, so many things, she needs to get up and do them. ]
shri: (» in their eyes it shows)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-16 09:16 am (UTC)(link)
We do. I am Hindu, though these days I keep it such... more personally.

[ Passively, she watched him. Her eyes quiet, but sharp still. Yes, he says things she doesn't understand and if it were another time, another topic, she might flick his ear and tell him to start talking the same language as her, since she was making the effort. But this - this was the same language. Grief, mourning, the things that not often anymore she had time for.

But for a young man, learning the struggles of this burden?

She settles the tools back in the water. Wiping her hands briefly against her pants to dry them from the water. Brief economical movements, and at least her hands were clean for all her so often bloody work. Reaches up to the dagger that she had been given in service for her position at the Countess' side. She passes it to him.
]

Go and find yourself a piece of timber or stick. Carve their names upon it. Then find me this evening with them. I will show you what we do.

[ And he could say goodbye to them, properly, ease that pain, however slightly. ]
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-16 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He reaches out and presses at Lakshmi's shoulder, pinning her gently down on the bed. ]

She's perfectly well. I'll ensure she'll come to see you.
shri: (» the gravel and the stone)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-16 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She puts up a fight, marginal as it is. Pushing up into his hands so briefly as if she really would haul herself up out of this bed. Right up until he says that he's going to make sure, then she cracks a yawn and settles again. ]

Have you been keeping an eye on her then?
vorrutyer: (attentive)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-16 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah. There's a flicker of self-conscious surprise in his face - this, for once, completely unfeigned, completely unplanned and uncalculated. Rather than his usual process (feign an "unanticipated" emotion, then grimace in embarrassment and look away, then theatrically slide his previous ironic expression back into place, piece by piece, like it's being built from the ground up), the surprise gets frozen, his face going expressionless for a full heartbeat before instantly transforming back to its previous irony. It's a subtle difference, easy to miss. That's the full extent of the difference between being actually being caught off-guard and pretending to be caught off-guard. ]

Well, dear girl. Someone has to, right?
shri: (» and if that's true)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-16 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hard to discern, even for someone whose gotten into the habit of surprising him, and on anything else, he's hard to read even now. But she's caught him enough unguarded, that she accepts his concern as truthful, and for that, not for herself, she catches her hand this time. Laying her fingers over his and squeezing briefly. ]

You care for her a great deal, don't you?
vorrutyer: (watchful)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-16 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
What?

[ Again, pushing into territory that's a bit genuinely uncomfortable for him. His eyebrows draw together, and then he pushes that question aside with a gesture of his hands, trying to turn the conversation away from him and towards her. So: ]

Dear queen, it seems you look for the best and kindest in people. How good you are.
shri: (» tragically we fall like the arrows)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-16 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh that is not working this time, Byerly. She might not as well versed in subterfuge or ever learned to truly flatter as well as he did so very effortlessly.

But she is doggedly stubborn.
]

Mm, I look at people for what they are. [ So he can keep that thought, because she looks for the best perhaps, sometimes - but what she expects in truth, is not so kind or generous. ] Uncomfortable with the notion, are we? Or that I guessed?
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 4)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-16 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He smiles, but it's a rather flat expression. A bit thin. ]

I hope you will not think me coarse if I address your question directly, without any ornamentation. But care isn't something I do.
shri: (» now we've become the ghost)

[personal profile] shri 2017-03-16 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well - that was a bit different to normal, wasn't it? But by the same she doesn't find it displeasing that he isn't trying to placate her with flattery. Rather like a great animal that is satisfied in taking a bite and being fed, she savours it. The press of her tongue to the back of her teeth in her mouth before she goes on.

A press of her lips together, still warm from his kiss.
]

Oh yes it is. I suspect you care very deeply, though I cannot prove it by very much.
vorrutyer: (watchful)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-16 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Well. I suppose you're not wholly wrong.

[ He gives a little flourish of his hand. ]

I care for having a good time. That is a sort of care, no?
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-16 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth's starting to give up on ever getting straight answers from Byerly. She probably should have given up weeks ago--but every once in a while, the way he looks at her, she thinks he's saying more than it sounds like.

This isn't one of those times. She doesn't recognize the gesture, and the answer isn't more than a joke.

"Your lords and ladies don't count?" Though she matches his tone, it's a genuine question. She doesn't really remember from school just how much power nobles had, back when people cared about them, and what she learned in history might not have anything to do with what they do on Barrayar.
vorrutyer: (god honestly what is this guy's face)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-16 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a good question. Even though his comment had been a pure deflection, he actually gives that query due consideration, taking a moment to sip a bit of mead before answering.

"Well. Our Counts do," he admits. "Count, that is. No pun there, I promise you. Sometimes they politic like the worst sorts of democrats, with the added hideousness of the fact that they have all the arrogance of knowing that there's no way for them to lose their positions." He smiles, and there's something very edged and satisfied in it, something he isn't fully aware is creeping through. "With a few exceptions."

Then smile loses its edge as he toasts her, a salute to her inquiry. "Yes, touche. We've our share of liars here on Barrayar as well. Men of ambition and ruthlessness, lying to accomplish their dreams."
littlemissfutility: (36)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-16 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Which means that Piotr Vorkosigan counts, and probably the countess, too; she's a smart woman, persuasive, enough that even if nobody else listens to her, Beth bets her husband does. But everyone else, all the soldiers that do the work--no one has to care what they think.

It's sad. At least people got a vote at home, before the turn.

"There are liars everywhere," she answers, after a silence spent watching the way his expression shifts. The meaning of any of his expressions is starting to feel beyond her, but they're there, skidding over his face as quickly as water bugs on a duck pond. "Even in camp."
vorrutyer: (whimsical (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-16 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, quite right," By agrees easily. His smile, now, is careless, cheerful. It looks like there's nothing hidden behind it at all. "Like that Tucker fellow. I don't trust him as far as I can throw him. No one can possibly be that dim, right?"
littlemissfutility: (86)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-16 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
That's the end of that, as far as she can tell--back to Byerly the cheerful fake drunk, who doesn't do anything except gossip and wish for drugs. But it's a nice night, and he's being nice, in his own weird, not entirely believable, way.

So she shrugs and goes along with it, and decides she can probably have one more spice cake without feeling greedy. "I don't know. Never really talked to him."
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-16 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't." He gives a theatrical shudder. "I simply cannot endure people who show up to the battle of wits unarmed. Horrible." Then he taps his chin and asks, driven by curiosity about her honesty rather than by any sort of prudence, "So who have you talked to who strikes you as such a liar?"
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-16 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"It doesn't matter," she says, taking a bite of spice cake. Everyone's seemed mostly honest, aside from Byerly, and she knows better than to say it. "What's so bad about Tucker?"

It's a diverting enough question, she hopes, that he won't ask his again.
vorrutyer: (staring at the heavens)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-16 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah. Not so honest after all, then. Not so bold. She clearly means him, but doesn't quite have the courage to say so.

He doesn't call her on it - though he does smile at her a moment, knowingly. Then he lifts his eyebrows, and tosses his head, and sighs, "Stupidity. Stupidity and crassness. I have no objection to flirting - obviously, clearly I do not. Nor do I have any objection to forwardness. But that coupled with that level of...unsophistication...Honestly, his swaggering leering about babes in bikinis - " He pronounces that phrase with extreme distaste - "Is just embarrassing. A man must either be discreet, or he must be clever and well-spoken. A man who is neither disgusts me."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-16 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)
The way he smiles at her, she has the feeling he knew the answer before he asked. It's kind of annoying to see that they're both thinking the same thing without saying it--but it's too late to actually say it. This time around, at least. Conversations with Byerly sometimes feel like they go in circles.

Beth makes a face at his description of Tucker, her eyes rolling skyward again. The way Byerly tells it, Tucker seems like the kind of person who's looking for attention. Maybe that's why he doesn't like him. But still, babes in bikinis. "He kind of sounds like a jerk."
vorrutyer: (confused)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-16 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"A terrible one!" By huffs. He honestly is quite offended by the man's...blatant artlessness. "Honestly. And he's utterly shameless. There are times to flirt, but his sense of timing is completely off. And he'll go for anyone. He'd make a pass at you."