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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.
dendarii: (Torchwood_106_0288)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-25 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Much better fired than dead, even under those circumstances. "I like to think so," he says. "There was no animosity at the end. I hope they are doing well."

He looks tired now; dancing no longer has any appeal. Better to take that bottle and sit somewhere, he thinks.
komarran: (aww this is cute)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-25 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
The Count, yes. [ He says the title with familiarity. Not only had Count Piotr Vorkosigan been the one responsible for his torture, he had been a subject of interest in Duv's own studies. It was strange seeing the man walking around camp and it's something Duv tries not to think too hard about. ]

My apologies. Do you know what happened with the other two?
komarran: (digging through archives like a boss)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-25 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Duv frowns deeply. That is a dangerous line of thought and when he speaks, he chooses his words carefully. ]

We should work to ensure history stays the same, no more, no less.
pigsfeet: 1/2. grey. (squinty mcgee)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-25 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Said she was married," Daryl says, nodding. "How she got to be queen." He doesn't put much stock in the queen thing-- sure, she's queenly, but so is Maggie. It's all what you do with it. "She ain't gonna try to marry you off?"

Because, sure, Beth can do whatever she wants, but only if it's what she wants.
dendarii: (solpadeine107)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-25 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's not a Miles adventure unless he's trying something wildly stupid and dangerous. ]

Even if it's already irrevocably changed?
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-25 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
We'd meant to escape with just her, but there was someone else captured, a companion of hers. [ Or something. He doesn't know why Lakshmi was insistent on saving Daryl as well, but there hadn't been time in the moment to question it, and he'd proved more than useful and capable on the way here. ] Broke him out as well, but it threw us off by a few minutes . . .

[ He shook his head. The few minutes hadn't helped, certainly, but Daryl wasn't why they didn't make it out. It was luck. Just a slip, just someone walking through a corridor on the way to the goddamn bathroom or something instead of on their patrol routes. ]

We were unlucky. It didn't matter how well we understood the patrols when there was just someone who decided to walk a different way. The others got left behind, in the fight that followed. [ God. He should never have left. He had to leave, he knows that, he understood that, he had to see Lakshmi and Daryl to safety, but he should never have left. Wash's expression is calm enough, unreadable. The only real sign of just how unhappy he might be about the outcome of the escape is the way he still isn't meeting Duv's eye when he talks about it. ] I don't imagine the Cetagandans are treating them kindly.
vorbratta: (set it up and tear it down)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-25 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, Sonia was just thinking along those same lines. Better have a seat before she drags this conversation down any further. Just her luck tonight, she reflects, although she is perhaps flattering herself in thinking it's all her.

"Let's go find somewhere to sit," she suggests, taking hold of Miles's hand again, but this time to pull him out of the dance, nodding toward the clusters of benches near the fire pit. "I think my feet are getting a bit tired."
dendarii: (eidetics 66)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-25 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
He follows gladly, settling himself down next to her. There was a Barrayaran sitting there, but he glares at Miles briefly before getting up. Well. That's one way to get privacy, he supposes. He just sighs tiredly.

"Well-timed," he says as he sinks down. He's a bit blurry, but he reaches for that wine bottle anyway and takes a fortifying swig. "My apologies for dragging us down." Echoing her concerns unknowingly.
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-25 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"I hope not," she groans. Who'd she even marry? Just about everyone here is older than her; even her closest friend is Maggie's age. There's no way in hell she's letting anyone arrange her into marrying some soldier she hardly knows. "She already dropped everything and asked the countess to let me be one of her maids."

Which was nice of her--and nice of the countess, for that matter--but it was definitely out of left field. The logic you're unmarried and don't have parents, you need protection, you should be a servant for somebody important would never have occurred to Beth on her own.
pigsfeet: 1/2. grey. (oh my god becky)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-25 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not at night," Daryl says. "'S when most of 'em're out anyway."

The rabbits are smart enough to hang back, and that's when the owls that must pick them off come around. There sure aren't any wolves in this place, that's for sure.
vorbratta: (so little darlin)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-25 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not at all." Sonia smiles ruefully, rubbing at the corner of her eye. She drops herself onto the bench in a distinctly un-ladylike fashion and hands the bottle over without objection. "I think there are two guilty parties in the room."

And there seems to be a lot of that going around, even if it's mostly going over her head. She reaches for the bottle back and takes a vigorous drink herself, absently wiping her sleeve over the mouth as she leans against Miles with a sigh. "Still a good night, despite everything."
pigsfeet: 1/2. fence. (winku)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-25 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Daryl glares right back at the blue girl. He knows what she's so smug about, and he's not about to argue it-- it's not that she's right, but there's a goddamn glass wall between them. Daryl just raises up his fist, and extends one middle finger.
dendarii: (abject apology)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-25 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
He leans back gladly. Desperate for this simple familial contact. Feeling so very alone here, even with Byerly and Duv as his comrades in time travel. He's so fucking tired of this era already.

"I agree completely," he says, staring into the fire. "On both counts." Blaming himself more for the conversation, of course, but they can share. "I am very glad to have met you, Sonia."
komarran: (hold your goddamn horses)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-25 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes. You have no way of knowing if any changes you make will be for the better.
pigsfeet: (don't bullshit a bullshiter('s brother))

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-25 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a disappointing answer, until he once again remembers Beth's advice. Everything he says is a lie. Maybe he can teach it. Maybe he just doesn't want to. It's entirely possible he'll need to be bargained with, but that can be dealt with later. This is the sort of man who will want the best cuts of meat, or, hm, moonshine? Daryl can manage that.

So instead of giving up, he says, "Naw. Not to Beth. S'about strength." Stupid, raw brutality and strength, striking when you can and waiting when you can't. It's not a technique that would be useful for her. "Yours's different. You could."
dendarii: (solpadeine118)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-25 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
That applies both ways.
vorbratta: (rule number one)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-25 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia has been just as starved for comfort -- for longer than she'd even realized, because outside of her sister, she's never had anyone to just...sit with. She's had a little in the way of comfort tonight, enough to lift her spirits a little, but she could never say no to more. And Miles is a remarkably singular person. She feels oddly comfortable around him, and even Olivia likes him -- that certainly counts for something. She puts her arm around his shoulder and gives him a good squeeze, smiling, though her gaze follows his to the fire.

"And I am very glad to have met you, Miles." She sounds a little drunker now that she's sitting down and more or less still, but every word is rich with sincerity. She really is very fond of him. "You are an exceptional man."
komarran: (neutral but a cute neutral)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-25 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"How far away from camp are you placing these?" He studies the trap once more before glancing around. "I can help."

If he can't hunt traditionally, maybe he could make himself useful by assisting Daryl. The man seemed to know what he was doing when it came to finding food.
pigsfeet: 1/2. grey. (squinty mcgee)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-25 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
What an odd statement. Daryl levels a curious look at Miles. "Did you, now?"
komarran: (digging through archives like a boss)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-25 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Yet I see no reason to create more problems than are already present.
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-25 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Exceptional is a good word," he says with a self-deprecating sort of smile. It's certainly served him well. And poorly, in equal measures. "I want to win with the hand I was dealt. However poor it may be." A faint grimace as he stares forward. "No matter what my grandfather thinks."
vorbratta: (and i could wrap my arms)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-25 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia nods in firm affirmation, something about that statement resonating with her. What else does she have besides the hand she was dealt, anyway?

She blinks in surprise and turns toward him quizzically. He'd never mentioned his grandfather before. "I didn't know you still -- well, that you had more family here." Considering the lifespan of the average Barrayaran at this time, it is a bit surprising.
pigsfeet: (sneakysneakysneaky)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-25 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"All 'round," Daryl says with a shrug. It's something he's done since before he can remember. Well, that's not true-- he remembers getting his hand stuck in one when he was sick and Merle laughing his ass off, but it's the general idea...

Shit, though. "If you want," he says. "Gotta be careful. Cut you up pretty good if you ain't." The traps are, after all, made to kill small animals.
dendarii: (Default)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-25 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Is it that strange? He frowns in return. "Of course. The Cetagandans took her, so she had to be at their base." And he'd know the location due to is future knowledge, but surely it was obvious enough to begin with.
littlemissfutility: (49)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-25 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
One step at a time is smart. It's respectful to the horses, and it's probably good not to take too much on at once. But eventually, he'll need to know what to do if he's called on to ride one. Even with a limited number of horses available, no one knows what's coming. Anything's possible in a war.

(Of course, by that point, the Barrayarans will probably trust him enough to give him lessons. She's seen other people going through the basics when she's come through here.)

"You're doing real good," she assures him, a little smile twisting up her lips. He's not going to have any problems with Moonfire, at this rate. "All of this is crazy. Different planet, different...dimension, or universe, whatever it is. But if you ignore that, it's not much different from home."