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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.
vorrutyer: (what a shitty grin)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-23 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ His smile grows even sourer. He leans in. ]

Because fuck you, Miles. That's what it would have been. Don't you see now? You're no better than my disgusting, degenerate self.
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 105)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-23 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Piotr's blow hides Miles' own flinch at Vorkosigan there; he'd been ready to respond to that name, damn it all. Letting any of his Vorishness filter back into his behavior is playing a dangerous game. He forces himself to become blander, more unassuming. Just a prole and a mercenary admiral. Nothing special here. No silver tongues or unusual heritage ...

"No," says Miles, his expression firm. "It's not over. We'll win it yet." He knows they will for sure, even if it takes ten long years. If all these outsiders haven't fucked it beyond recognition. "You can help one last time, Vorhalas."
dendarii: (solpadeine115)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-23 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Of course that's what it would have been. Revenge narrowly missed. Or - no. Revenge already thoroughly wrought. And Miles had really only needed a bit of a push to tumble over.

He doesn't even have the energy to be angry. ]


Congratulations.
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-23 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, no. Don't congratulate me. Tell me about it, please. How does it feel? To be as foul as I am.
dendarii: (bg045)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-23 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
You knew I didn't hate you for being bisexual. I still don't, Byerly.

[ So why does it grate so much to consider himself in the same light? He can't seem to reconcile the two opinions. ]
vorbratta: (and i'm feeling feverish)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-23 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia's brow knits slightly and she purses her lips, but she's still mostly drunk and cheerful, and she sets the bottle down on the floor, pushing herself and cocking her head at him.

"Oh, Byerly," she sighs, still dark-eyed and smiling, and she brushes one finger lightly under his chin. "But you are special. A special degenerate, maybe," she allows, her mouth tilting wryly, "but special nonetheless. You seem to be under the mistaken impression that the two are mutually exclusive. But I've never met anybody like you."
Edited 2017-02-23 03:09 (UTC)
vorrutyer: (what a shitty grin)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-23 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
No?

[ There's a sadistic - or masochistic - light in his eyes as he leans in. ]

So tell me about the reason you hate me. Or, no, sorry - you don't hate me. You could never hate me. You're too good for hatred, aren't you? Completely above it.
dendarii: (TW_S1_E3_0348)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-23 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ He takes a step back. ]

All or nothing, is it? I have to hate no one at all if I don't hate you.
vorrutyer: (punchable intensity)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-23 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
God. Her fingertip lifts his chin. He looks in her eyes, and feels like bursting out into tears. Feels like telling her everything then and there. Feels like dying. Wishes he would die.

I've never met anyone like you. In her eyes, reflected, he's special. Special. Not aberrant, not strange, not hideous. Special. Worth something. Only his sister ever looked at him that way. Of all the people in the world, only one person ever looked at him like that...

He leans forward a bit, pressing his lips softly to her palm. Do me a kindness and strangle the life from me, Princess.

"I've never met anyone like you," he says, his voice low and soft. "And that's not flattery."
vorrutyer: (whimsical (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-23 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I've been told I'm very hatable. But it's true, isn't it? You think you're too good to hate.
dendarii: (TW_S1_E3_0539)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-23 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Miles shakes his head sharply. ]

I hate plenty. Just not you.
vorbratta: (why do you pick me right back up)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-23 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
The glow to her face could not have been caused by the wine alone. She leans in, her eyes twin sparks.

"I know," she murmurs, and unlike before, she doesn't withdraw her hand, just curls her fingers under his chin. He is so very close now... Sonia's been wishing she could only get this close to him, let alone by themselves. It isn't that this is all she wants Byerly for -- she cherishes his company -- but he does tempt and taunt her, and dammit, she wants. One corner of her mouth quirks up, and she brushes her thumb lightly at the corner of his mouth. "I can always tell the difference, with you."
vorrutyer: (god honestly what is this guy's face)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-23 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
What if I told you that I do hate you?
dendarii: (eidetics 42)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-23 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Do you, Byerly?

[ Miles raises his gaze again at that. And stares him right in the face. ]
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[personal profile] startpoint 2017-02-23 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Carolina waits to visit Lakshmi, mostly out of deference to the fact that she's not as close to the woman. They'd shared some casual conversations but they always seemed to be just missing one another. She wants to change that because Lakshmi helped bring Wash back. When she stops by the she brings an offering of tea, still steaming in its mug. ]

I'm not sure how much good I'll do with the sewing. The only thing I ever learned how to stitch were wounds.
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 4)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-23 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ He hides behind irony: ]

As I hate hell and all Montagues.
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 001)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-23 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ No getting away that easily. ]

You've left out the most important part of that line. Say it to my face.
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[personal profile] for_art 2017-02-23 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Another cryptic answer. Naru would pursue it, but they're getting off track. He shakes his head, waving the topic off.

"You were involved in the breakout attempt the other night, correct?"
infailtration: (pic#10119110)

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-23 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. But I'd call it a breakout partial-success, I'm a glass half-full kinda guy." And he's riding pretty high at the moment. "They made it, right?"
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[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-02-23 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
"You know, normally I'd correct you and say you should call them humans, but honestly, I think 'Scavenger' is the right term here." 'Unfriendly' is another choice one that Lapis would offer herself, considering the fact that they've been given some pretty unfriendly looks by the natives here ever since they arrived.

"Seriously, this place looks like somewhere I once flooded, and that was over five thousand years ago." And this wasn't even Earth? Yikes for these people.
natalia_vdova: (pretty as a rose)

σ. Neurology Sigma

[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-02-23 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
Natasha is really here because she wants to know just what their angle is here, what they're looking for. It's playing the angles, hoping that what she gains is more useful than what she gives away. She hadn't exactly planned on being paired with Wash, however, but she refuses to think on that particular point too much. It's one thing telling the Cetagandans who know nothing about her, but she's told Wash enough that odds are he can string together the pieces. For the moment, she treats it as just another parameter.

The fact that he's here makes her wonder a little, though the truth is that she prefers secrets to be freely given. At least from people she holds no enmity for - when it comes to people on the wrong side of her, she has little qualms about drug induced confessions, or worse.

But, she takes the tea and takes a seat, though at least for the moment she doesn't let on that she knows Wash in any capacity more than she's aware of the other exotics. She looks different than she does around the gym; she she echoes the Cetagandans as much as possible, down to the facepaint like the ghem ladies. She is aware of Diya, both in interest of the social dynamics, and because Diya herself is interesting.

"Correct," she affirms with a slight smile, though her smile is colder than most of her expression. "We have not met. But it is a pleasure to do so." She's almost militantly cordial, tone pleasant but a sharpness in her eyes.
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closed to maine

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-23 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ He needs to see Maine.

Carolina had been there when he'd first woken up, and it'd been good to see her again, to talk to someone a little closer to home, even if he hated to tell her that he'd left York behind. There's more for them to talk about, and he should look for her again, but first, but first -- he needs to see Maine. He needs to see him, needs to talk to him, needs to just make sure he's real just to quiet the incessant murmuring at the back of his mind, and he just.

It'd taken a while for him to be let out of the medical tent, and even then he's taken straight in for questioning, which -- is understandable, but that doesn't make it any less frustrating. As much as Wash might not want anything to do with the war he still wants to be seen as an ally, as an asset more than a risk or a liability, and he gives as much information as he can in all the detail his memory allows. It takes longer than he'd like, and it's starting to get dark out, once he's finally allowed to move through the camp without being marched off somewhere else. A soldier had shown him where the exotics -- no, outsiders, now -- lived, a single tent near the fringe of the camp, and Wash had just asked one thing. If there was anywhere where people fought, and trained.

And of course, there he is.

Maine is intimidating just by virtue of standing there. There's a Barrayan soldier, wary, uneasy, trying not to look nervous and afraid but Wash can tell just from the way he shifts his weight from foot to foot, from the tension of his shoulders as he moves. His eyes are fixed on Maine as he circles him, anxious, and Maine is just fucking standing there, not even in a ready stance, and there's something about the way he stands that just sends a clear message, that he's unstoppable, invincible, completely unmovable. There's a familiarity to this that makes him ache, and that's happened a lot in these past weeks, memories too vividly remembered echoing through his thoughts. The soldier moves forward, strikes, and Maine throws him so easily and so quickly to the ground that that it'd be difficult for his eyes to follow the movement if Wash wasn't already so used to it. He moves just like he remembers, deliberate but effortless in his application of raw, unrelenting strength, completely brutal, not exactly fluid but not without grace. It's all familiar, how quickly and easily he'd taken out his opponent without even looking like he was ready for it, how he stands there towering over the Barrayan soldier, stepping back and glancing away with the slightest, subtlest downward twitch of his lips. These kinds of spars were never for Maine. They were never challenging enough to be any real training for him.

( Wash remembers scrambling to his feet, the first time they'd really trained together, one of his first days on board the Invention, after Maine had thrown him halfway across the room for the third time in a row. New record, this time, he remembers laughing, his voice shaking with the effort it took for him to breathe. Might've lasted a whole quarter of a second longer. Maine had already turned away from him, growling, impatient, just barely turning his head enough to catch his eye over his shoulder. We're done, rookie, he'd said. Don't ask for another spar unless you're going to fucking fight me. Wash remembers staring, uncertain as Maine walked away, uneasy because he isn't used to this, because he was always used to the role, to the pretend, but he'd taken a deep breath, called out Maine's name.

He lasted almost three times as long, the next time. Still counted in seconds. But once Wash was ready again, so was Maine, something almost like approval in his eyes. )

Another soldier hits the dirt. He's breathless, hauling himself to his feet, someone else congratulates him for so much as even trying to go up against Maine. Someone else steps forward from the loose collection of men scattered around the makeshift training ground, and Maine turns to look at them, his expression unchanging -- and Wash moves forward, reaches out to clasp a hand over the Barrayan's shoulder, gesturing with a tip of the head. He seems surprised, uncertain, but he steps back anyway when Wash pulls his hand away, when he walks forward and turns to face Maine, and god, he really hasn't aged at all, really is the same man he remembers.

Wash doesn't say a word. He just meets his eye, maybe gives him one nod, easing one foot forward as he shifts into a ready stance -- and then he's already moving, faster and more focused than Maine's probably ever seen him, shifting to side and whipping around behind him to aim a strike right at the side of his neck. He won't manage to hit him like this, Wash already knows that, but there's a well-honed intent behind the blow, a determination in his eyes, the message loud and clear.

He's come a long way these ten odd years, and right now, he isn't holding back. ]
Edited 2017-02-23 07:48 (UTC)
natalia_vdova: (you're in over your head)

[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-02-23 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
Natasha hadn't heard about the other commotion in the medical bay, but this hits the spy side of her. She can tell that this is either people in need of help, or people up to something she wants to know about. She's leaning toward the later, honestly. Ever since the first time she met Diya there's been something about this place. The fact that she doesn't want to let them go? No, she knows that there are things under the surface here.

She can hear the voices, shouting and she edges closer, moving up with York to the door that connects to the hall to the gene lab. It's not locked, so she shoots the other two a brief look, nodding to Kaidan's unasked question. She can hear it. She should be able to hear it better, clearer, but that's a separate problem all together.

She moves over to where York is looking through the door, and briefly weighing the options she looks at him with a tilt of her head -- wait here, or try to get closer?
natalia_vdova: (dance puppets dance)

[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-02-23 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
There's something about the wording that gets under her skin, but Natasha has always been good about schooling both her reactions and her emotions, and she does this more around Diya than anyone else.

"Without seeing the test results, I don't know the specifics. I just know that I'm fatigued, my reflexes are slow, and I feel half-blind," she remarks. She doesn't say out loud that she feels weak, because while she's sure that Diya can surmise as much, she isn't someone Natasha can admit that to.

"You don't know how to fix it?" It's faint, but there's something off in the intonation, like someone talking about a thing and not a person.
shri: (» sit and watch you wiggle)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-23 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
Damnit, Beth.

She smiles, though, tired and slight a thing as it is. She was a sweet girl, brave, misused as far as she could tell. But sweet. Let her keep that. That she would think to ask where most of the time, from half the people she had met here so far. "Rani is perfectly fine. But..."

Names... well, names are something personal, after all, why she was particular to called Beth 'Elizabeth' or 'Miss Greene'. Even so "... If you wish to call me Lakshmi, that is also acceptable." It's nothing she would extend to anyone else.