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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.
shri: (» i know my way through the night)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-26 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That speeding car hits a wall and goes up in a giant, firey ball of wreckage.

Rather, the second his arm goes around her shoulder, she stiffens, and the moment he leans in close, she sneers something ugly. Worse than a brothel patron - and they had been terrible when she first arrived, in England - assumed that a woman there only had one job, and a foreign woman at that. Had to settle it much the same until they worked out that she definitely wasn't there for anyone's amusement. Granted, she doesn't have a table to smash his forehead into to make her point, but she's got something in her hands. The surgeical tools.

Rather, she's got - a trepanning drill and forceps? Very well, it would do. Turns them about in her fingers quickly where her hands are in the water, and swings their grip. Snaps quick to bring the drill up, and lays it to his neck, not digging in but turning his face away with it from her. A promise that if he pushes it will hurt a great deal more.

The forceps - she's merciful. She could not be. The sound works well enough in favour a ominous open and shut snap of metal from somewhere high up on the inside of his thigh. Doesn't touch, but the implication is obvious.
]

'Demonstrate' to me or any other woman in camp again, and I will aim to clamp somewhere higher.
vorrutyer: (haughty)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-26 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course I enjoy it. Pissing people off is fun. But you're already quite aware of a time when I've had to kill a relationship with someone for my work - slaughter it mercilessly - and your answer to that was "Suck it up, Vorrutyer." So you'll understand my skepticism regarding your investment in my situation.
dendarii: (solpadeine17)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-26 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He had said that, hadn't he. He's quiet a moment afterwards. ]

I just don't think it will be as much a slaughter as you think. You will come back a hero in the end.
vorrutyer: (Backpfeifengesicht 2)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-26 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A bitter laugh. ]

Miles. You're as much ImpSec as I am. Do you find yourself being recognized as a hero often?
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 005)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-26 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He sighs softly at that. ]

No, of course not. But I don't think you can take this mission twice. You could tell her after.
vorbratta: (and throw me back in the ditch again)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-26 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia feels a swell in her chest, almost overwhelming, with affection and comfort and a kind of hope she's not sure she ever knew before. A small breath of a laugh escapes her when Miles pats her head, and she sets down the bottle on the ground, safely out of danger of accidentally being kicked over. That's Vorkosigan wine.

"Miles," she says, turning to him and taking his face in both her hands. Her expression is a little glazed, but she looks utterly serious. "I would do anything you asked of me that's in my power to do."

She's drunk, yes, but entirely sincere.
shri: (» casually we're breathing)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-26 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It goes to hell quickly - but doesn't it always. Fine one moment, then a screaming nightmare the next. The roar of alarms, gunfire, Washington's yelling over the top and things that come in snatches where she's too dizzy for this and - they're soldiers, they have to look after themselves, but they're - the ones that have gotten her out, and she owes them that much.

She just can't do anything for them if she's dead, and instinct goes all the same, when she hears the strikes come too close. Yanks Daryl, close to her, in part because she knows she can't get out of here herself, in part because he has his shiv and that's at least something, and because it comes as habit. Pulling people behind her. Gives out the next second, dizzy and the cold freezes her where she feels like a bundle of sticks all hitting each other at eveyr angle. Then leans forward, trying to see where in this mess the others had gone. Thought she'd heard York scream but -

Her hand stays gripped to Daryl's sleeve in an attempt to clear her head, feels her legs shake under her and forces down another coughing fit as she looks around. When she can't see York, she can see Washington. Pitches her voice, used to calling out over worse even as her voice is doing its best to give out.
]

Washington, we have to move, now. We can't stay here -- !

[ Not devoted, but sure in the fact that they can't come back to save them if they're all in that cell together. ]
vorrutyer: (punchable intensity)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-26 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Not this mission, no. But there'll be another one after. Be Vorkosigan's spy in camp, get sent off to Vorbarr Sultana to look at the Vor colluders...And also, there's this funny thing about relationships. Somehow, people don't tend to excuse a betrayal just because you were doing it for work.
dendarii: (bg054)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-26 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
He's forced to look her in the eye at that, his gray eyes bright from firelight and sudden emotion. He believes her. How can he not when she professes her commitment so firmly? But the thing he would need to ask for is too great. To ask her to believe his wild story that happens to be true, to maybe help build a bulwark to survive the secret eventually breaking on his grandfather. It would surely get back to him sooner if he tells more people.

But - for all he agrees with his grandfather tactically, can he really not believe in Sonia personally? That seems wrong. Entirely wrong.

He lifts his own hands to place them over Sonia's. And hesitates. He's just drunk enough to try.

"If I told you something crazy, would you promise to believe me?"
dendarii: (solpadeine26)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-26 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
In general, no. But Sonia is better than that.
lovernotafighter: (BF never say they're sorry)

y e s

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-02-26 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Of course he's not paralyzed; if he had been, Tucker would have smacked him in the shoulder or something because he wanted him to feel it. He wanted him to know that Tucker wasn't happy with all this bullshit, that this wasn't supposed to be happening again. Split up. Caught. Opposite sides.

Just when he thought he was done with that crap, and here it was again.]


Way to be totally fucking vague, dude. [Tucker looked at the chair, rolled his eyes and sat on the edge of the cot instead, next to him. ] Like, specifics. What was the last thing you were doing on Chorus?

[Because Carolina had been on it, too, just earlier. And Tucker was from later, so...so. There were still things he hadn't told her, the stuff about the ship and Epsilon and-- well, if Wash wasn't from them, then maybe...

Whatever. Palms found the cot behind him, and he leaned back, stretching out because fuck, fuck it was good to be here, good to finally see him, good that there was someone else that had a familiar face. Something flickered over Tucker's eyes as he looked at him, though, a moment of guilt that came and went as he chose that second to look up at the tent's ceiling instead.]


So, you know, what the fuck was up with the Meta bringing you back like that? [His fingers tightened a little, digging into the things underneath. Not Maine. Not when he was carting back unconscious bodies. Nope.]

Dude, I totally should have been there.

[I'm fucking sorry. You're my teammate, too., and I didn't go. Fuck, I didn't go.]
vorbratta: (to know what it means)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-26 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia blinks at that, a little thrown, which admittedly isn't hard to do right now. Byerly had told her his own tall tale, one that even seems sort of plausible given everything else that's happened, and she's still not entirely sure she believes him. But Byerly, she knows, is terrible at being honest, and so even truths are peppered with lies that are almost impossible to detangle.

"Um," she says, her brain still catching up to her mouth. But this is Miles. Miles doesn't deal in half-truths, does he? Secrets, maybe -- everyone here has secrets -- but Miles is...safe. She can trust him.

She blinks at him again. "I'll try," she says provisionally, but then quickly adds, "but I promise to keep it a secret."
vorrutyer: (shaaaahhhhts)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-26 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Better than that.

[ His lips twist in a mixture of misery and amusement. ]

So our ability to deal with betrayal is tied to our goodness, now? I thought those were two different dimensions.

[ The smile fades; he looks away. ]

But yes. I'm quite sure she'll forgive me. Hatred is not something, I think, that she can carry for long. But nor will she trust me again. Our relationship might not turn acrimonious, but it won't ever be the same. It will turn colder, I think. Warier. Because she will be aware of what I am willing to do for Barrayar, what I am willing to do to her for Barrayar - and how can trust exist under such circumstances? Why, it shall be like a girlfriend finding out that her lover had a wife all along.

These final days are the final days of our relationship as it is. Even if I survive, even if I come back and Vorkosigan stands in front of the camp and says, Well done, Vorrutyer, this man was serving us all along, even then...

[ He spreads his hands. ]

You cannot unshatter a glass.
dendarii: (bg036)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-26 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, god. He'd nearly skipped past the most important part. "It has to stay a secret," he says with feverish intensity. "If you think you cannot--" and he won't judge her if she backs out now, "-- it would be kinder to kill me where I stand."

And he means that literally. The best he can hope for from Piotr is a quick interrogation.
protocol: (► anyway i am a man)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-26 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Limited's not nothing, at least, even if we don't have any of it here.

[ It'd be nice to have some kind of tech around to fight back with, but they've apparently survived so far. Being cut off for seven hundred years, though. ]

Politics?

dendarii: (Default)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-26 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Messy. Full of civil wars. I should almost thank Cetaganda for uniting us.

[ Almost. He shrugs a bit. ]

But given we arrived fleeing a nuclear holocaust, there is an understandable cultural prejudice against mutants.

[ To put it extremely mildly. ]
vorbratta: (and i could wrap my arms)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-26 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)
This is, perhaps, the worst time and place to ask Sonia to keep a secret. Drunk Sonia is an unfortunate combination of utter earnest and almost no impulse control, and so her desire to help Miles, to make sure she keeps his secret -- she's kept Byerly's after all, hasn't she? -- outweighs her better judgment by a long shot. And maybe even sober Sonia might have made the same decision.

Her eyes widen, because her mind fixates on the it would be kinder to kill me where I stand part, and so she doesn't think as much of the rest of it. But she does want to keep Miles's secret a secret, and if he wants to tell her, then surely there's a reason he wants her to know. She tries to shake her head and nod at the same time, managing some vaguely intelligible gesture, but her eyes are just as serious as ever.

"Of course. You have my word, Miles."
dendarii: (solpadeine26)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-26 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
You know what I meant. Certain people have a resilience needed to understand.

[ He leans back a bit, thoughtful again. ]

Is she any less shattered by us lying to her, though? If trust is the thing that is irrevocable. We can't tell her who we really are.

[ He says, preparing to do just that less than a day or two from now. ]
vorrutyer: (staring at the heavens)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-26 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Who's to say?

[ He gives a short shrug. ]

I don't know her mind. But my instinct is that his lying does a very different sort of damage.
dendarii: (solpadeine130)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-26 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Sober Miles would probably realize that too. For all that he trusts Sonia, it is a bad idea to let any of his family know this secret. And Sonia is impulsive, and young besides.

But - well, they're both making poor decisions tonight, aren't they? He sucks in a breath.

"Your word, then." He hesitates for one more moment. One more pause on this side of the threshold. Then, by inches, he tips over it. "Miles Illyan is not my real name."
vorrutyer: (whimsical (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-26 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
A bit of both.

[ He gives a small shrug, a little smile. ]

I mean - I do have to wonder. I doubt that we Barrayarans precisely act like the sort of military you're used to, either. Probably a bit too undisciplined and odiferous, no? Or can you endure that more than the Cetagandans' poetry readings?
protocol: (► tooth grey yellow foyer)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-26 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He remembers the way Miles had said mutant earlier, bitter, harsh. Wash is quiet, then, still stroking lightly over the horse's side. ]

Sounds like understandable cultural prejudice might be putting it lightly.

[ And moving on. Wash won't pry or dwell, unless Miles himself talks about it further. ]

The Cetagandans were full of a lot of talk about helping Barrayar.
vorrutyer: (oh hello)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-26 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Asking a maiden her age," he gasps, pressing a hand to his heart in mock-offense, fluttering his eyelashes in a feminine sort of way. For just a moment, he's very camp, very drag, tilting his hip to the side and pouting - "I ought to slap you for your cheek, you scoundrel." Then he flips up his hand, like a maiden succumbing to pressure - "But if you must know, I'm thirty-four. Ish." It's hard to say with all this time-traveling...He'd have had his birthday back home, wouldn't he?

"And yourself?" He holds up a thumb and squints, like he's trying to tell her height. With broad mockery, he says, "I'd guess - hmmm - eleven?"
dendarii: (TW_S1_E2_0063)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-26 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That's for the best. He'll loop back around later, surely, but this time he just shrugs gently. ]

They're full of something, all right. I survived one of their POW camps - and let me tell you, they love being technically correct about galactic regulations about prisoner treatment.

[ And Miles knows for a fact that Cetaganda will eventually blow up an entire city in his district just to prove a point. ]
protocol: (► mysterious as the dark long of a shoe)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-02-26 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
The Cetagandans were odiferous, too, though. Just in a different way.

[ He'd tried to learn about the Cetagandan arts just to play along, to understand them better. He could wrap his head around the visual arts. The scents? Not so much. ]

This is a lot closer to what I'm used to, at least. [ But Byerly is right, it's undisciplined by comparison, a lot less regimented, but this is what happens in a more guerrilla resistance. Not like even the most organized of marines couldn't turn into more of a loose crowd once boots hit the ground, anyway. Just turning to look at him. ] I came here mostly because I knew people, here.