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

[ february ii log ]

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

Note: Negri and Zahal are available for threads by request only this round. Please hit up Madi or Ammay respectively if you want threads with either of those NPCs. You can also request a thread with Village Speaker Yakiv Gura if you want, in which case hit up Madi.
littlemissfutility: (81)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-26 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
It's enough to see Rani sitting up. After a week of watching her sleep, Beth's perfectly willing to stand around holding an imaginary sword, adjusting her stance the way she's told to. She thrusts her weapon at an equally imaginary enemy, for Rani's benefit, and grins.

"I haven't decided yet." Rapier or broadsword, sword-fighting as a whole or archery, fighting or learning to set traps or anything else she's picked up lately. She feels like she's learned more in the last month than she has in years. "It's just nice to know what you're doing."

Killing walkers is a matter of stabbing blindly (and occasionally flailing a little). Killing people hasn't been much different. But this is, even if stabbing swords at people feels strangely staged to her in comparison.
stompadour: (i dont understand this board game)

[personal profile] stompadour 2017-02-26 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
"..Right."

Jasper sits, awkwardly, hands on her knees. She can see that Lapis is nervous, and responds by holding very... very still. Extremely still. It helps that she super does not want to get jabbed in the eye again. The problem is that Jasper holding still is somehow really intense, like she's putting a lot into holding still, like her holding still is the product of a tremendous amount of intent and concentration.
mirrortide: (007)

[personal profile] mirrortide 2017-02-26 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Thankfully for Jasper, Lapis has steady hands? As steady as human hands can be, anyway. Also because she super doesn't want to mess this up and accidentally jab her in the eye.

She doesn't get Jasper's want to do this, but whatever. She'll just carefully apply the eyeliner and give her those little wings too, since she remembers that Jasper had them on on their initial visit to Earth.
vorbratta: (you are the attraction)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-26 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia hums contemplatively. "I guess I always thought of it in terms of choosing one or the other. But if I don't have to..."

Maybe she could tolerate, then, Barrayar's slow growth. Maybe she could bridge that gap. Maybe she could even facilitate it. Her eyes light up in thought, contemplating this new vision. And Miles -- Miles, so full of conviction, so faithful, so fierce that she cannot help but believe it. She rests her chin in her hand smiles slightly at him.

"Oh, Miles," she murmurs, leaning against him. "I've never had friends like you or Byerly before. I've never had friends I could just...fall back on." She blinks rapidly a few times, sniffing. Maybe it is about time to quit drinking. "I hardly even know what to do with you."
vorrutyer: (annoyed and/or stressed)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-26 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ His lips thin. ]

If you start in again on trying to make me out as a pathetic figure, I'll let everyone know about just which way you swing.
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[personal profile] startpoint 2017-02-26 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
If I had my gear with me this would be a very different situation.

[ She misses her armor, the comfort of its weight and the enhancements it provided. There's nothing quite like knowing just how vulnerable she is without it. Not to mention the fact that along with her armor she's also missing Epsilon. Regardless she takes the needle and works on threading it. It takes a couple tries but eventually she gets it.

Funny how the best training still doesn't prepare you for simple things like this. ]


...I wanted to thank you. For helping Wash.

[ For all that her focus is on the damn needle and thread her tone is genuine. Lakshmi helped bring back one of her people. ]
natalia_vdova: (still in the dark)

[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-02-26 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
There's a flicker of something in her expression that for a fraction of a second almost looks like relief, though it's gone in a moment as she schools her expression back into normalcy. She almost cringes a little, bottling it down. Caring about people was reckless, especially here. But she'd sparred with him daily, and they'd ever talked in little pieces, and sometimes they didn't at all. He was.. easy to be around. Not that that excused it.

"Maybe. But you made sure they got out safe. That's never a bad thing," she offers with a slight curl of her mouth as she looks at him, a tilt of her head, her voice low to match his. She nods in affirmation at the declaration that they're going to be watching them like hawks and she knows he's right. "We'll have to be careful," she offers, watching him.

Whether he trusts her or not, she's willing to help him. She wants to get the hell out of here, but timing it is important, too. Read the angles.
lovernotafighter: (Bad Touch)

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-02-26 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
Let's be real: Tucker was just more than happy to talk about Tarantino, and could have talked about him for hours. Seriously, in the five minutes, at least three full scenes from "Reservoir Dogs" were talked about in detail, lines quoted, and stick figures with action stage directions were drawn in the snow. He didn't even get to the part about weekly movie night back at Blood Gulch with this exact film every time; if he been allowed, he would have kept going.

But then....s'mores.

Tucker had forgotten about it, unsurprisingly; his attention span was remarkably short and the mission had been busy. But now it was brought up and he couldn't help but smile, totally feeling the warm buzz and the sudden want and need for fucking chocolate.

"Okay, shit is amazing. First, graham crackers. Honey ones are the best for this shit, but really whatever you can get your hands on during rations. Then chocolate. Roast a marshmallow at the fire; burn that shit because char tastes awesome in these. Smoosh them together like a sandwich and eat it. Your fingers will get sticky, but it's a good excuse to get a chick to lick them clean, am I right?"

Yes, the great mystery recipe at your fingertips. "Think they got any of that shit around? Probably not because blah blah war means everything sucks blah, but it can't hurt to ask."
lovernotafighter: (And another one bites the dust)

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-02-26 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, was this supposed to hurt him? Shove him back and bring him down? Was it supposed to make him think twice about his intentions, his hopes, his goddamn wishes? That's funny, because Tucker had been mocked way worse over the course of his military career. He had been doubted, dismissed, had earned it.

Just like he earned the respect he was getting now. A little. Kind of. Well, not exactly here but back home. Whatever.

And the first person who fucking believed in him was on the other side, so yeah. Yeah, say what you want Byerly, because this was nothing to him.

"One of the last plans I had involved cutting through ice with my sword to get into a base, then hid inside snowmen to hide from guards. Pretty sure that I don't have a shortage of ideas when it comes to crap like saving my friends." It was, in fairness, a shitty fucking plan, but all of theirs were. That's what made them work.

"What the fuck is your plan to keep your friends safe, huh? Sit here and be a dick to everyone? Because I'm thinking that's not helping anything, dude."
lovernotafighter: (Totally got this)

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-02-26 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Tucker was really, really bad at going in reverse, as if his brakes were out and he was going down a ninety-degree hill at a hundred miles an hour. He didn't fix things. He couldn't.

He could only make them worse.

She reminded him of every other woman he knew, the kind that sounded all offended. But then again, they always did because chicks were complicated. No big deal; this was normal, familiar, customary, so he reached over to wrap an arm around her shoulder. Ladies dug it when you took charge.]


Oh, I'm saying that my lips can read things a lot better with their sense of touch. Want me to demonstrate, baby?

[This runaway car just clocked two-hundred m.p.h. and there's just a cliff waiting at the bottom. Crash and burn was the only thing possible anymore and he didn't even notice.]
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-26 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
"We, huh?" He was right, then, she would come. The corner of his mouth curls up to match hers, and there's gratitude in his eyes. Foolish though it might be, he's willing to trust her. To plan something with her. "I don't know when I'll be able to fight again. I'm gonna try training tonight, but..." he won't be sparring for awhile, sorry Natasha. Can't risk banging the leg up any worse.
lovernotafighter: (Seriously?)

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-02-26 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
No, he's not really the ideal parental figure, and after hearing his son say bow chicka honk honk, he probably wasn't winning some Father of the Year awards anytime soon. But there was something to be said about when they were together and how he looked at his son, fond and pleased, and the things he tried to teach him. He tried, and he was proud, and he carried his picture, and...he loved his kid.

He missed him now.

"Hope single dads turn you on," he whispered, as inappropriate as always. His eyes were on the coffin, though, thinking of the child inside it, hearing the sadness in Sonia's smile rather than seeing it.

Shit.

"Yeah, I mean, sure." He walked to the side of the coffin, gaze flickering to the mom, watching her somberness and feeling it in himself. Junior kept clutching at his heart, just like Church - Alpha and Epsilon - did. Shit never got easier, not for anyone.

War was a bitch and damn was he sick of it.
lovernotafighter: (Should have thought about this more firs)

Med Tents - AKA "Miss me, cockbite?"

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-02-26 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Tucker had seen a lot of frightening things in his life that he didn't let bother him: being told he was pregnant, run-jump-stabbing the Meta in the chest and that bastard acting like it was a mosquito bite, Felix's little asshole smug way when he sunk a knife into Tucker's stomach a few inches above Junior's scar, Hargrove's creepy-ass trophy room.

None of that shit had anything on watching the Met-- Maine bringing an unconscious Wash back to the camp.

When no one told him shit, he went in to find out for himself by storming into the med tent. It lasted all of two minutes it felt like, but Wash had been awake so while Tucker hadn't been happy to be kicked out, he did it with less of a fight than he normally would require. Whatever. Wash was back and that was the most important thing, so Tucker waited outside the tents without trying to look like he was waiting outside the tents, an act that he was utterly failing at. Subtlety wasn't his game, never had been, never would be.

When Carolina finally left, he went in and stood at the foot of the bed. Fuck. Fuck. Tucker had never been so happy to see someone in his life, whole, in one piece, not dead by Giant McSuperSoldier, not dead by a mass of Mantises, not tortured. Just...just in one fucking piece.

He reached down and smacked one of Wash's legs.]
It's, like, really you, right? [But then he remember what Carolina said, remembered this weird timeline shit, and he narrowed his eyes a little.] What's the last thing from home you remember?

[It was the little things that were important, after all; stuff like coordinating timelines and shit. Who knew?]
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-26 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
I'm out of range. [ York calls back to Wash, still running but wondering if his friend is implying what he thinks -- that he should drop back and cover the others. He was already considering it, as he heard the Cetagandans switch from stunners to nerve disruptors. Not something he wanted to get hit by, but they'd be aiming to kill Lakshmi once they gave up on warning shots.

And then he hears something different -- a cracking, zapping sort of sound, almost like a Sangheili gun. On instinct he shifts again, making sure he's directly between Lakshmi and the base, and glances over his shoulder to see something bright hitting the snow directly behind him and exploding in all directions. It easily had three times the range of the stunners, unluckily for them.

He doesn't feel an impact, per say, just a horrific searing pain that blossoms in his calf and shoots up and down at once. Infinitely worse than a knife or a bullet. He actually screams as his leg gives out and he crumples to the snow -- what the fuck was that? He tries to move, to get back up, and his nerves shriek in agony.

And that's when he knows he's not going to make it.

He manages to turn around, gritting his teeth and breathing through the pain as he lifts the stunner and aims at the oncoming guards. ]


Run! I'll cover you!
komarran: (why doesn't he listen to me)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-26 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Do you have a secret supply you've been holding out with?
komarran: (dramatic side look)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-26 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
With swords or bows? [ Because neither Duv is proficient in beyond knowing which end points where. ]

I'd like to train in both, if possible.
vorbratta: (with my hard-earned love)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-26 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
The mood is all wrong for it, but Sonia's expression flickers just slightly at Tucker's remark, the very beginning of a smile. But mostly she's just sober as the father nods briefly at Tucker so that they can lift the coffin together, Sonia supporting one end as they carefully low it into the simple grave. The mother bursts into a fresh round of tears as Sonia quietly hands the shovel to the father, who nods in grim thanks.

It's the kind of sad that leaves you feeling hollow and gutted out, space you can't fill again, and Sonia's stomach flutters uncomfortably as Hera's grave is slowly filled with dirt. The earth she came from. Barrayarans are atheists, mostly, but she knows they still believe in the power of family, of blood and earth.

She nods slightly at Tucker and moves toward the brazier, setting it up properly near the edge of the grave. It's simple, nothing but a few coals and a hand torch, and a small, sharp-looking knife.

"For the death offerings," she offers in explanation as she combs through her hair and curls one little lock around her finger. "We burn offerings in honor of the dead. Pieces of ourselves. It's...an important tradition." Tradition is the wrong word, but Sonia just picks up the small knife and cuts off that small piece of hair, dropping it into the brazier.
asafepairofhands: (human - tired)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-02-26 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Ratchet is in the middle of the pack as they make for the trees but he hears a scream tear from York's throat and he turns back without waiting for conscious thought to kick in, scrambling the way they'd come to skid down to one knee next to York in the snow. He gets one good look at York's leg and his stomach sinks like a lead weight but his hands are already moving, pulling fabric away from scorched flesh to pack snow against it, his heart pounding against his ribs. York isn't running on that leg any time next week let alone in the next two minutes and there's nothing Ratchet can do to fix that now but he stays right where he is, making sure the wound is clear and that York wasn't hit anywhere else.]

Can you shoot, in this much pain? [His voice is crisp--no judgment in it, only simple expedience.] I'll take the stunner if not, but if you want me to brace you I can do that too. [He looks back at the rest of the group, relieved that none of the rest of them stopped, watching them get closer and closer to the treeline with his hand tight on York's shoulder.]
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[personal profile] for_art 2017-02-26 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
Ghem-Naru doesn't seem fazed, just nods at the officer with the hypospray. He injects Ratchet with no more than the soft hiss of the jet.

"The fast-penta takes a minute or so to take full effect," ghem-Naru explained, lacing his fingers together on the table. "We'll start with some easy questions to establish a baseline. What is your name?"
protocol: (► flabby beer pathetic lot)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-26 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
I've been training a bit with a sword, but archery's something I'd be interested in too.

Guess we could both start from scratch, with that. [ It'd be nice to have an option to attack from afar. Even if it's. An outdated option. ]
asafepairofhands: (human - unamused)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-02-26 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Ratchet still flinches when the hypospray hisses but after a few seconds he doesn't seem so worried about it, then he doesn't seem to be worried about much of anything. He doesn't quite take on the iconic dopey fast-penta grin exactly but tension uncoils visibly from his neck and shoulders all the way down through his body, leaving him looking pleasantly relaxed. He does smile a little, genuine warmth in the expression--something inside him is screaming, but it's small and getting smaller, insignificant against the backdrop of comfortable fellow-feeling.

"Chief Medical Officer Ratchet," he says crisply, then pauses. "...former Chief Medical Officer, sorry. That's First Aid's job now. I can't keep forgetting I gave it to him--it's just old habit."
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-02-26 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ratchet drops down at his side and York isn't sure what he's doing, if he's stopping too or going to try and get him back up. They don't have time for either. ]

Ratchet, go--

[ He's cut off by a choked sound of pain, because holy fucking shit that hurts. And Ratchet is showing no sign of getting up... York's not sure if he's upset or grateful but he doesn't want Ratchet to get shot too. And he's the one with the Cetagandan weapons training. ]

I can hack it. Get behind me at least.

[ Then he's shooting, the soldiers coming into range of his stunner, another plasma arc shot exploding over his shoulder, closer to the other three than them. Fuck. He's not willing to glance over his shoulder again, not willing to stop shooting to check on his friends but no one screamed so hopefully that horrible thing missed them. ]
komarran: (slightly interested instead of resigned)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-02-26 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Duv's thoughts run in a similar vein. He's a good shot with a normal weapon, but archery is a whole other game. At least he wouldn't be awful alone. ]

If you wouldn't mind. We would need to find an instructor.
natalia_vdova: (Most Dangerous)

[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-02-26 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
Natasha had an eye on Jasper since the gem had arrived in the gym, but she'd been waiting for Wash, thinking that they could go over what sort of things he'd been working on with her, where he wanted her help. And it gave her time to try and parse through what she thought about the rumors of the escape attempt, the escaped prisoner. It was an angle she was intending on pursuing herself, but she was still working things through. She didn't know where the Barrayar camp was, and without coordinates she'd be out on her own, hoping for luck. She was less worried about being out on her own than she was worried that if she wasn't working with either side her odds of getting back home or fixing what was wrong with her were nonexistent.

But then she notices that it's ten minutes past when Wash was supposed to be here, and he's never late. The fact that he wasn't here already was odd enough. It doesn't take much for the pieces to fall into place. And so, eventually, she walks over with a smile. She's not wearing facepaint: she doesn't put it on until after her training for the day, usually.

"You're Jasper, right?"
shri: (» but if we go we go together)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-26 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
"It's very difficult." Her voice is dry, so dry in fact, she might be teasing as she holds up a spool of thread and a needle. "But I'll start you at the beginning, shall I?"

She passes them over, and it is fiddly work, there's no way around it. But they're sewing soldiers clothes, nothing delicate. Things needed for everyone, when the time came to it, or have needed, from what they'd been saying about how conditions had been in her... absence. "Thread the needle, if you please."

Still dry, her eyes lower back to her work, trusts him to start working when she says to. Trust there that she doesn't question or want to prod at. Because it was either he found her now or when she got out of bed ( or when they let her ) she would find him to check on him. The latter had happened first, and here they were.

Every so often, more from him learning than anything else, she would look up to check he hadn't managed to stab himself.