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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.
pigsfeet: (he's looking for his sleeves)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-22 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Dunno if you noticed," Daryl says as they stomp through a thick forest, "but this place ain't short on trees."
shri: (» another roadblock in our way)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-22 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ She... really doesn't believe it. Whatever his perversions perhaps, a great many of them, enough to put most of the clientele of the La Belle Dame to shame. But blood, and the cruel shedding of it... for well, reason enough she supposed, but to revel in it?

He did not seem the type.

Or perhaps dealing with Lord Hastings and his ilk had skewed her image of such. A man revelling in the monster. Sprawled naked on his couch with Finley's blood on his mouth. A monster, not just because of his other form. She had seen plenty of them that just needed to eat. Dazed and confused and not understanding what they had become, at times clinging to her, at times crawling away in revulsion.

Lord Hastings, oh no, he liked the game, the playing simpleton, but one more British Lord. He did not talk about making a good showing, rather, he lapped the blood off a poor man's throat, he left the bodies of working women strewn as bloody decorations. He laughed and gloried in what he was but not in

Her mouth sets flat as she looks over him. Pushing herself up takes an effort, but this matters more and it's not intimacy, as she catches his face in her free hand to turn it towards her. No, not intimacy, so much more than that. She looks to his eyes, and to nothing else. Not because they're beautiful eyes, but that's where it'll be. Flat, like mirrors, empty and sharp all at the same time. Her calloused fingers rough as this frame his jaw. Expecting, waiting. Looking for it, looking for that coldness, that slick wet slice of seeing people not like people, but meat. Like she could pry apart his mouth and find the bits of flesh in between his teeth.

She cannot believe he is that kind. Either because she likes to imagine she can pick such a thing, or that she cannot allow herself to be party to that. Even so, she's not grit with it, rather she's soft, quiet, a murmur of seeing too much, too often.
]

No, no you are not. That might be the reputation that your family has, and many wretched things you might be and things far greater, but not that, Byerly. Never that.

[ If he were, she would kill him. Nothing grand, nothing dramatic. She would wait, and she would slit his throat quiet as the kiss he gave her. ]
Edited 2017-02-22 04:53 (UTC)
lovernotafighter: (Yep I AM that great)

graveyard

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-02-22 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Tucker wasn't nearly drunk enough yet, just pleasantly and warmly buzzed at the moment, which is no way explained why he wandered after Byerly into the graveyard. Maybe it was his normal lack of any sensible boundaries, maybe it was because the only person he was really wanting to talk to - Sonia - wasn't around. Maybe he didn't need a reason.

Maybe it was all of them at once.

But it didn't exactly matter, because he followed after him all the same. Tucker opened his mouth to say something, but the words died, stale on his tongue when he watched the instrument be lifted and that song come to life. He...wasn't exactly expecting that. Hell, he wasn't even sure what he was expecting, but he just sat there and was surprisingly silent for once.

Shit, after the things he had seen, after the kid he watched being buried, Tucker could appreciate a gesture like this a little more.

He waited until the song was over before he clapped lightly, and shocker of shockers, it wasn't even mocking. "You know someone here?" he asked. With these natives, though, they probably knew a lot of people in this ground, probably had the difficult job of turning the ground over themselves.
littlemissfutility: (14)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-22 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
Beth shakes her head, her gaze on the snow. He didn't, but he could have, and someone else tried to, and it's all mixed up in a single thorny mess. Untangling it for Daryl means risking him stomping off to do something stupid, like getting up in search of Byerly. They're both better off leaving it in the past, something to keep in mind without really acknowledging--not to the point that they have to think about what actually happened.

She wishes Maggie were here. If anyone could see it in her face and understand, it'd be her sister.

"He thought I was afraid of him." Because I was. She knows better than to say it, even if she thought she could admit it aloud. "So he dropped the act for a second. That's all."
dendarii: (TW_S1_E2_0501)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-22 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
"It is short on arrows, though. And people." Even if he counts for only half a person in the eyes of some.
lovernotafighter: (Well this sucks)

Around Camp - B

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-02-22 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Tucker stopped as he walked by, eyeing the person working on the tools. The red scarf reminded him of Red team, and he wondered if she'd be more of a Sarge or a Simmons, then decided it was a stupid homesick thought and shoved it away. Lots of people wore red. Only the cool people wore teal. Blue. Aqua-ish. Whatever. His color.

The thump of the horse hooves caught him offguard, and he watched them go by with a skeptical look. Dude, just because they were on horseback they thought they were all badass, but how many chicks could you really pick up with a horse? Like two, max? Now tanks, tanks were way better. Not Pelican level, but better than this. Everyone knew tha--

Tucker heard that sound from the poor tool-polisher (Bow chicka bow wow), and looked back at her. That sound of longing, and--]


Hey, baby. [He took a seat next to her, all slick smiles and a little light in his eyes. It was this light that normally and frequently got him hit and/or maimed.] No need to sound so sad; I'm right here. [As if that had ever made anything better.]

Now, let's say you ditch this boring ass-- what are you even doing? - and we go find a place where I can help you make better noises instead?

[So it begins.]


shri: (» our hands are tied if we stay)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-22 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ What in the fuc- ]

Excuse me?

[ One moment, she was happily daydreaming about being well enough to ride. There was a black gelding she had her eye on. Not like her Sarangi, of course. The Barrayaran horses weren't so light, so prickling quick. But then, they never had to battle against elephants, did they? But still, they were solid beasts, and that one seemed to have a good temperament, wasn't too hard on the bit. Hadn't even been looking at the riders particular, except to vaguely criticise this or that about their form. Maybe she could convince the Count to let her teach the other Outsiders like herself, but the ones that were phenomenally useless with horses, and use that as an excuse to be about them. She hadn't had cause since she came to England to be much near horses anymore and surely he would -

She blinks at him, when he sits down beside her. Happy to sit in silence until his mouth opens and...

That comes out.
] What did you say to me?
traitorous: (WITHSTAND.)

[personal profile] traitorous 2017-02-22 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ who knew someone so small could talk so goddamn much.

miles' tendency to chatter on and on is familiar, in a way, reminds him of week-long ops spent with wash talking nervously in his ear, or wyoming's knock knock? crackling obnoxiously over comms. maine has long since learned to block out unnecessary noise, and though he does occasionally grunt in reply to some of miles' comments, he's for the most part as reliably silent as ever, moving at a steady pace through the snow and frozen underbrush. he doesn't rush, but his long legs carry him in greater strides to miles' unarguably shorter ones; whenever he gets too far ahead, he trims his wide steps into narrower steps, waits for miles to move ahead, and then a few minutes later he swaps to point again.

they cover decent ground, maybe two klicks out from the cetagandan base, when miles goes low and quiet, and maine immediately ducks into a crouch in response, his eyes flicking from tree to tree, following his gaze to the two men — and a woman? — cutting a makeshift path up the mountain. it takes him a second to process what, or who, he's seeing: wash, definitely wash, and rani, and a man whose dour face he can't place. another outsider, probably, like the rest of them, conveniently headed in their direction.

shit, he thinks, mildly disappointed. that was easy. and convenient. did he mention convenient. like, suspiciously convenient.

maine puts a light hand on miles' shoulder, pointing to rani and the others, and mouths the word trap. but maine is maine, and maine loves traps ( they're like fun little surprises ), so he rises to his feet and brushes past him, and moves unblinking directly toward the small group, right past wash and daryl, kneeling in front of lakshmi. there's no easier way to figure out if a trap is actually a trap than by waltzing right into it. should the cetagandans start randomly pouring out from behind tree trunks and under rocks to advance on him, it'll at least give miles a moment to backpedal as far and fast away as possible.

sadly, nothing completely diabolical happens, and maine is left to look lakshmi over, brushing careful fingers over her face, gently touching her hair, pressing the back of his hand against her forehead. she's cold, and older. his brows furrow.
]

What the fuck happened to her? [ to wash, without looking at him, as he strips off his jacket to drape it over lakshmi's shoulders. ]
Edited 2017-02-22 09:00 (UTC)
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-22 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He smiles thinly, then takes a breath and twitches his cuffs into place. The process of him disengaging emotionally, shutting down all the vulnerable parts of himself, is nearly visible. ]

The issue, my dear man, is simply unpredictability. You are on his side when I expect you to be on mine, elsewhere when I need you here. It makes trust...difficult. That is all.
pigsfeet: (oral fixation no. 9)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-22 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, this poor kid. Daryl shakes his head. "So bring back your damn arrows, 'n make new ones. That ain't hard." He reaches over to grab a low-hanging branch. "Ain't like bullets. You can keep usin' 'em."

Miles, Daryl decides, was definitely an indoor kid-- which makes sense, he supposes, being born with weird bones or whatever, but he hasn't got that luxury anymore. Daryl wonders why he's helping the little shit-- he should really just focus on him and his-- but he knows he can't. He spoke the truth back there, however briefly. He's sick to death of people dying.
pigsfeet: (i love u (no homo))

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-22 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Daryl watches her carefully, trying to read signs in that other language, the one teenage girls speak. He's gotten better, he thinks, but he's not there yet. Still, for Beth, it's a tongue worth learning.

Her words make sense, too, when she finally speaks them. "Okay," he says, "if he ain't that, what is he?" And why is he hiding? What is he hiding?
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 3)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-22 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That...Well. That takes him by surprise. That's a rather rare thing, all things considered: Byerly tends to be hard to ruffle, hard to catch completely off-guard. But Rani's unpredictability is what drew him to her in the first place, wasn't it? So he should hardly be surprised when she surprises him.

But even so. That firm affirmation of his nature...For just a moment, his face goes immobile, frozen, focused. Surprise on him looks identical to intensity on other people. Something flashes in his eyes, something a little...uncertain, maybe even something a little frightened. Something deeply unhappy, in any case.

And then the moment passes. Then he's moving again, flipping up his hand, his expression going droll and wry. But while he says this in a cheerful chatter, his voice camouflaging that hurt, the words go right to what had caused him to wear that expression. ]
Well. Maybe not now. But most of us end up going mad in the end. You're quite right, though, that there's no guarantee that I'll turn into the violent sort of madman. There are all sorts of types of madness for me to choose from. So exciting.

[ He laughs, and then transmutes that laugh into a sigh and a pout. ] Still. Old Vorkosigan decided I'd make a handy prop in his torture session - intimidation coming from the family name, all that. It certainly wasn't my favorite thing that I did while you were gone, I can assure you. [ Oh, and speaking of his favorite thing that he did while she was gone - ] I really must thank Maine, by the way. It really is a pleasure having you back.
pigsfeet: (STOP HITTING)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-22 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Daryl is trying to prepare for a fight they can't win. Three people, two of which are exhausted messes, versus Igor and Frankenstein himself, isn't a fair fight. They might have the numbers, but they don't have weapons, or terrain, or strength on their side. That guy is a goddamn mountain.]

[The only thing to do is stand tall and go down swinging. He isn't ever going to beg.]

[As soon as they come into the little clearing Daryl and Wash and the queen had been using for a resting place, Daryl positions himself strategically in front of the queen. Wash can look after his own self-- Daryl appreciates his help, really, but he's the one who needs the least protecting. Daryl tenses, ready to strike-- and the huge guy drapes his coat over the queen's shoulder like some kind of goddamn southern gentleman.]

[Daryl just stares at the queen, waiting for some signal, some instruction. Does she know these pricks?]
vorbratta: (you're an ordinary citizen)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-22 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia purses her lips at Tucker for that slip, but she just shakes it off and turns back to the family, having a hushed conversation in Russian. The mother, eyes dark and somber and red-rimmed, looks past Sonia at Tucker. She looks like a cracked glass, like she might simply just break and fall apart. A little more hushed conversation, Sonia nodding encouragingly.

She turns back to Tucker and gives him a small nod. "They don't mind," she says. "But...listen, this was their only child. Her mother had two stillbirths before her, it's...very hard on them."
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-02-22 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Piotr's eyes narrow at Miles's tone, at the glimpse of his posture out of the corner of his eye. And what prole holds himself like that? He must be a good mimic, if a perverse one. But Piotr doesn't let his attention stray from Vorhalas.

"Yes, he was under orders to sabotage that mission." Voice calm, but he's roiling underneath. They damn near undermined Piotr's whole operation -- not just then but again, when Vorhalas destroyed their food supply, and any effort toward his plan had to be abandoned in search of food.

"He and Vortala both. Tell me, was getting captured part of the plan?" He paces, just a few steps, but somehow it makes Vorhalas visibly more nervous, taut. "Was it Vortala who succeeded and you who failed, or were you both to escape with none the wiser? Did you think the Cetagandans would provide you sanctuary? Is that why you did it?"

Vorhalas, his eyes red, bares his teeth at Piotr in something beyond anger. "Why else?"
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-22 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ York acknowledges her gratitude with a nod, then glances to the door. Wash is watching them warily -- it's a bad idea to spend more time than they've planned for and they both know it, but they also both know there's no real choice. They're doing it anyway.

He moves to Daryl's lock quickly, feeling the stress rising in his chest and doing all he can to keep it out of his head. That's what would make him falter. They're fine, this is fine, nothing will go wrong for just a few extra minutes. He's more worried about Daryl himself, and the man's tendency towards making a scene. When the lock pops open York gestures Daryl after him, already moving back towards the door. ]


There are five of us now, everybody keep quiet when we get back in the hall. Wash is leading, I'll watch our six. Are you two able to run once we clear the compound?
vorrutyer: (shaaaahhhhts)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-22 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
A little ripple of tension goes through Byerly's shoulders at the sound of the clapping. He doesn't turn around; instead, he just freezes, and grasps the violin bow like a weapon. Then - still without looking around - he forces himself to relax, and takes a deep breath, and then waves the bow in a vague salute over his shoulder.

"I know everyone here," he responds, though the twist in his voice makes that rather transparently metaphorical. "There's little enough Earth-descended biological material on Barrayar - I expect the atoms that once made up my own ancestors were transferred into these people at some point. Don't you think?"

He sighs, then, and without looking around settles back into a sitting position. "You don't clap after funereal songs, you know."
vorrutyer: (punchable intensity)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-22 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
How could he refuse her? He wants to run screaming into the night. He wants to...to push her away, snapping at her that he doesn't have time for these sorts of games. Break her heart before it even gets started. Why did he ever speak with her in the first place? There's no place for fondness and friendship in wartime. He should have stayed clear of her from the start.

God, he wants to see her smile, though. This one last night, he wants to make her smile. He wants to make her happy. A small sacrifice at the altar.

"Maple sugar," he breathes, voice shivering with sheer covetous desire. "My word. Then lead on, dear Sonia, to this heaven you describe."
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-22 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah," Byerly says, a cruel sort of laugh in his voice. He turns, then, to lay on his side, posing on the frigid rocks and dirt like a reclining Buddha, head propped up on his hand. "So that's the sort of man you are."
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[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-22 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia gives him a lidded smile, her mouth turned smugly up at the corner, and she withdraws her arm from around Byerly's neck and pulls him by the hand clasped in his. She weaves their way through the crowd of dancers, almost dancing herself among them, but she lets out a little whoosh of a breath once they're clear.

"Now," she says with an invigorated breath, and she looks around until she spots the corner her sister and brother-in-law had been occupying some time ago. They've since abandoned it for the dance floor -- God only knows how Olivia knows how to pull that side out of Piotr -- but it's still littered with debris from the villagers' food offerings, seizing the chance to serve the Count so directly, even as humbled as Piotr and Olivia are these days. Sonia releases Byerly's hand and saunters over to the table, resting one elbow on the rough-hewn wood table while the other slips underneath, fishing for a bottle. She catches the eye of a Vorkosigan armsman stationed not too far away as she pulls it out, but she gives him a disorienting combination of a pout, a wink, and a winsome smile, and, caught in the spirit of the night, rolls his eyes fondly and looks the other way.

She cradles the bottle in one arm and hurries back to Byerly, and the Vorkosigan insignia is clearly on the label. Oh, yes, she meant it when she said the good stuff. "Come on," she says, grinning wickedly, and tosses her hair over her shoulder. "I know a place."
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[personal profile] for_art 2017-02-22 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, the fast-penta smile. Almost every damn time. Naru's no sadist, but there is something vaguely amusing about it every time, if only for how ridiculous it looks.

"Think nothing of it. What is your name?"
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-22 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"My name?"

He has to think about that, the expression of confusion almost comical. What name do they want? What name does he call himself in his head these days? York, probably, but they know that one. He but settles on the one that he hasn't heard for nearly a decade. That's probably what they want, right? The name he was born with.

"Josh Lansing." His head tilts to the side, like an intrigued puppy. "What's yours?"
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[personal profile] for_art 2017-02-22 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Naru's brow wrinkles slightly in mild surprise and confusion. Well, 'York' hadn't come as a clan name or a given name as far as he could tell. He ignores York's question and says, "Why didn't you give your name as John Lansing during your physical?"
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-22 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Because I'm York now," he says simply, innocently. Like it makes perfect sense. "I've been York for a long time."

Maybe too long a time, but that's not a happy thought so it floats through his mind without much consideration.

"You should be more specific."
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[personal profile] for_art 2017-02-22 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Naru lets out a breath through his nose. It's easier when they just talk and talk, although it does get irritating. He gestures with one palm out.

"Why are you named York now?"