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

[ february ii log ]

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The unabridged mission writeup is here.

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

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-21 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
A weight falls from Daryl's shoulders. At least it isn't spreading. It's not getting worse. Not yet anyway. "Something's stopping it," he says glumly, "that don't mean some genius can't figure out how to make it go. Don't you get it? These people'll do anything to get an edge over the other side."

And if it means unleashing a horrible disease, he can easily see someone making that choice. For himself, Daryl would rather watch this world burn than fall to the dead.
dendarii: (cocky lil bastard)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-21 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Technically that last one isn't so far off. "I used to go exploring as a kid," he says with a bit of a nostalgic grin. "Not that I was supposed to, of course. My da kept having to come in and rescue me after."

His bodyguard, actually, but Bothari had been a father figure too in his own, strange way.
littlemissfutility: (58)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-21 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course I get it. I screwed up, I get it." That's what this is boiling down to. I screwed up--and so did he, under that drug, and that's what he's really mad about. "But it already happened, okay? We have to figure out what to do next."

And it won't be telling more people, clearly. He makes a good point, and maybe more importantly, he's going to carry around that anger for a while. The people she wants to know--Sonia, mainly--already do, and that's what matters.
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[personal profile] threemoons 2017-02-21 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Darkstalker flew through the air like a shadow, reveling in the chance to get some real flying in. He'd been so cooped up in the base, and having to keep to the scavenger's diurnal schedule was making him miserable. When offered the chance for some solo night flying, he had leapt at the opportunity.

He looked up at the two moons, their light faint and weak. They weren't his moons, but they were better than nothing, he supposed. Perhaps that was why his powers had not been working while he was here. His powers came from the moons after all, it made sense that their absence would affect him like that.

If he did have his powers, this would be so much easier.

He circled lower, ghosting over the trees as he resumed his original task. With such little light he was almost invisible in darkness. He could see his escort moving some ways behind him, and he knew they would be checking in with him again soon. Though so far he hadn't seen anything he would consider particularly useful.
threemoons: (003)

[personal profile] threemoons 2017-02-21 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
A. For Cetagandans

"Well that's done, finally," Darkstalker reported as he traipsed away from the cetagandan scientists, having finished helping them move some equipment before they politely excused before he could muddle anything up with his rudimentary tech skills.

He was remarkably cheery considering the weather and menial nature of their errand.
"I have to say, for my first visit to a native scavenger den, this is a bit of a let down."

B. For Barrayarans

Now that some of the novelty had worn off, he was getting real tired of all these scavengers glaring at him. Honestly, it was like they'd never seen a dragon before. He'd lost count of the number of scavenger pups that had been hastily pulled away when their parent's caught sight of him. Darkstalker would never admit it, but it was really starting to get to him.

He had found a spot some ways from the cetagandan party and was sitting with his tail looped over his talons and his wings partly flared like an extremely grumpy and fashionable gargoyle. Catching one of the bolder scavengers moving near their group in the corner of his eye, he turned to face them.

"I'd back off if I were you," he warned, pinning them with his iciest look.
shri: (» the gravel and the stone)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-21 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
She shakes her head, briefly. "I did not tell you who I truly was, when I asked you far too many questions about yourself."

It's a grimace, it had been a necessity in part. A want to make sure Beth was looked after in the case that she - well, she hadn't been here, had she? "You are welcome to ask me for the same, if you wish."

She looks, uncomfortable, with it. Didn't want to talk much about herself again for an age, if she had to. Done sharing as much as wants for at least another century. But fair was fair, and she could do that much for the girl.
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[personal profile] shri 2017-02-21 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her secret wasn't much of a secret anymore - but at least not her only one, they had not pulled the truth of the blackwater from her. Though it was more for their ignorance than her being able to withstand their drugs. ]

I did. [ Her eyes slide away, she's clearly - not easy to talk about it. ] The Queen of Jhansi.

[ Try not to sound so bitter, your majesty. ]
shri: (» never stops she never fucking stops)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-21 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's moving as soon as she sees York coming into the room. Doesn't need any further inclination than - maybe to worry about the trust that she's placed in them. But now isn't the time for that, she'd rather go down fighting than stay in here a minute longer.

Gathers up what little she has. The extra clothes that she has, they'll need it - she doubted it'll have gotten warmer out there in the mean time. Letting York work without her comment or input just her flat, readied stare behind the glass as she waits for that lock to open. Damn if she didn't wish for a weapon, yet.

The first guard she came across would do.

The minute the lock springs up and the glass door slides open she's moving through it. Touching York's shoulder briefly in thanks. As much as there is to say, right now. Before she gestures quick to Daryl.
] He is coming with us. I will not leave him.
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[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-21 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)
The victory feels incredibly hollow, but then again, Daryl's never been one much for glorying in people admitting he's right. If he's right, then shit's really hit the fan. He sighs, the angry energy slipping away like sand through his fingers.

"Just-" he sighs. "Just tell me who all you told."
pigsfeet: make it last the whole night long. (sing me a song)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-21 12:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Daryl attempts to do the mental math. This war has been going on for... a decade, he heard? Something like that. And you're too old to be fished out of the wild when you're around seven or eight, so Miles was about five when he'd get lost in them? So probably he went spelunking before the war, which makes him... Daryl looks down at the kid's face. His age is just goddamn impossible to guess.

The realization hits that nobody else on this planet looks like Miles. He'd shrugged it off when he'd assumed Miles was from some other planet where everyone looked like a goblin, but no, he's from Barrayar. What happened to him?

Daryl isn't that curious, though; he'll find out eventually, or he won't. Isn't really his business. "You from 'round here?"
littlemissfutility: (45)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-21 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth doesn't like it any more than he does. It's something she's had to live with so long--this is a walker, don't get bitten--that trying to cover it up is a frustrating, probably pointless idea. Eventually she'd say something that'd make people wonder, anyway. And she'd like to talk to people about it. It feels more normal than refusing to say a word about home.

"Um. Sonia. Byerly. A little bit to Rani." She shrugs, trying to remember if any of her other conversations have dug into the subject.
littlemissfutility: (87)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-21 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
She shrugs. On the long list of things Rani could have done to her, asking her about something she was (mostly) willing to talk about doesn't score too harshly. "It's okay. You wanted to protect yourself, right?"

It's what Daryl would have done, she bets; it's what Daryl did, back before he told her about his life before the turn. From the outside, she thinks it's understandable.

Besides, Rani looks like she's offering to drink cod-liver oil or something. If she actually wants Beth to take her up on the offer, she's terrible at showing it. So all she asks for the moment is, "Are you really a queen?"
pigsfeet: (sneakysneakysneaky)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-02-21 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Daryl crosses his fingers over his chest, giving Beth a decidedly unimpressed glare. "And Miles," Daryl says. "He thinks I'm hidin' something," which is to say, Miles is right. "Little shit."

He shakes his head. Get back to the subject. "Why'd you tell 'em?" Tell me about them.
shri: (» I'll leave with your head)

[personal profile] shri 2017-02-21 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I can take blood, and most certainly do not care very much as to losing my own.

[ She says nothing of secrets - no doubt, given whatever has been discussed whilst she was... opting not to bother with the land of the waking - he had one or two of her own now. It was alright, she tells herself, it wasn't what mattered, her pride didn't matter.

She gives him a look, sceptical the most polite term for it.
] But you? I dare think you'd go pale at the sight of that much blood.
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-02-21 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Given that Bothari served as Miles' bodyguard until he was seventeen... Miles got fished out of all kinds of wild situations. Especially after the age of five.

Miles frowns a bit as he watches Daryl's face. Just different enough from the usual disgust he doesn't recognize it but... people tend to have a look in their eye the first time they really, truly look at his unusual body. Anyway, he doesn't care to explain right this second anyway. "Just so," he says. "In a village not far from here. It's called Silvy Vale."
vorrutyer: (explaining everything (badly))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-21 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, you don't want to imagine that." A desperate sort of masochism makes him bold, too bold, the sort of bold that gets slapped across the face. He winks at her, brazen as anything, and chuckles - "It's a bit indecent."

But she won't slap him, he knows. He feels a curl of desperate pity in his chest, because poor Sonia, trapped up here in the mountains, won't know what's a slappable offense and what isn't. She's not innocent, Betan-educated as she is, but she is naive to the rules of the game. For her, Byerly is the only person who knows the rules, and so he knows with a twist of guilt and shame that he could do anything and she'd think he was playing right. Playing fair. Will she think, when he flees, that that's part of the game as well? That this is how men play? Flirt and then abandon and betray?

She doesn't love him. He won't be breaking her womanly heart. He'll be striking at something much deeper - at her faith, at her soul. He can feel that now. God, would that he'd drunk himself to death years ago. That he'd fallen into the sea and drowned, that time when he sailed drunkenly into a storm. But I live. I live to serve Barrayar in the only way I know how. I live to serve you, dear lady, and your family. Please forgive me...

"It's good to see you smile again. It's been a while."
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-21 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He smiles broadly, carelessly, flipping his wrist at her in a mocking half-salute. ]

Your daring is in vain. I'm Vorrutyer, milady. Vorrutyers are well-famed for their bloodlust. And so I was called upon to assist in the torture. I acquitted myself quite well, I think, on the whole.
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

Camp

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-21 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Byerly sits nearby, legs stretched out before him, hands behind his head, staring upwards. He comments mildly - ]

Someone told me a long, irritating joke that had that punchline, once. I cannot remember the set-up, but the end was Now is the winner of our discount tent made gory by... Something. I've blocked it out.
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

D!

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-21 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
If you're clumsy, inattentive - or drunk. Or, in Byerly's case, faking drunk. No question of it, he did drink, earlier - drank heroic amounts, in point of fact - but it takes more than what he imbibed to actually get him smashed. But he saw this man with Beth, and wants to take the measure of him.

And so he deliberately steps on Daryl's arm, with a convincingly shitfaced sort of grunt of surprise. When Daryl pops up, clearly ready for a fight, Byerly steps back and gives a slightly bleary laugh.

"My word," he slurs, "a man-sized opossum. Who let you in the tent? Shoo, shoo."
vorbratta: (you better keep your two legs running)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-21 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just like the rest of you, you mean?" she says archly, grinning. If she's cheeky when sober, when she's drunk she's downright impudent. She is not so experienced at this game, however talented she may be; Byerly is the sort of sport she's always craved, and she knows she's unlikely to get such entertainment out of anyone else. She never gets to feel this clever, this alive. It's the only thrill she gets that doesn't come with risk of death, that doesn't involve sidling up to stupid soldiers too ignorant to know who she is.

She's thought about Byerly's fabled Vorbarr Sultana. Thought about it a lot, in fact. She still hasn't decided whether she really, truly believes in it, but it's no less farfetched than anything else lately. She could never leave her family behind -- she could never leave her sister behind -- but the mere idea of it, the near-tangible closeness of it... She's thought about what it might be like, running away to Byerly's Barrayar if she had the chance. Running away from this suffering, this loneliness, this whole stupid war. It's nothing but a fantasy, because she knows she must stay, but tonight, her mind cut loose by wine from the burden of responsibility, she fantasizes.

"It's been a while since I had something to smile about." Her expression softens a little, but her smile is no less bright for it. "And it's good to see you in your element. It rather suits you."
vorrutyer: (god honestly what is this guy's face)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-21 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah. Do I look particularly handsome tonight?" A miserable little part of his mind takes note of what, exactly, it is that's his element. Not this dancing. Not this merriment. Guilt and incipient betrayal, it seems. That is his true milieu. It's that which makes him most appealing, it seems; when he is about to ruin someone, that's when it's good to see him. Yes. Sounds about right.

Just don't do it. Go to Piotr and withdraw from this. He'll label you a coward and a fool, but so what? You've been called worse by people who mattered more to you. So what?

"Try not to kiss me. It shall be a terrible temptation, I know, but you must resist."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-02-21 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh--yeah." Oops. She spoke to Miles once, at the very start of things, and not much since. Forgetting about that conversation was easy enough; she keeps busy here, and when her thoughts drift, they go to friends rather than acquaintances.

And then Daryl asks her a question so obvious that she can't help but give him a skeptical look in return. "What else were we going to talk about? I don't know anything about Barrayar, and nothing about home makes sense without the walkers. Nothing about us does."

Without the end of the world, she's just a high school dropout orphan who lives in the woods half the time.
vorbratta: (okay dolore why can't we just)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-02-21 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"You do," Sonia says plainly, still grinning. A simple honest answer thrown in with all the coy does it good, she thinks. One corner of her mouth tugs up still. "The lighting helps."

She has hit that oft-desired but rarely attainable perfect level of drunkenness, just free enough of inhibition to make only the funnest mistakes and not the worst, but without all that undignified stumbling and falling over. Everything around her is filled with warmth and light, as close to heaven as she's ever been in contrast with the hell that's been the last few weeks. Her eyes crinkle, glittering. Temptation, certainly, and not one she feels the need to deny herself. Dammit, she deserves it.

"Oh? Are you afraid I'll turn you into a frog?" She laughs with genuine amusement. "I don't think that's how the story goes."
for_art: (ghem lord 01)

[personal profile] for_art 2017-02-21 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
These exotics, thinks ghem-Colonel Naru, all seem to have this unreasonable reaction to fast-penta. They all seem to be under the impression that they're about to be poisoned or subject to some kind of torture. Fast-penta is the humane alternative to torture. It's not as though this is a Cetagandan practice. It's galactic standard.

York will recognize the Chief Medical Officer from his physical exam, though he's wearing slightly different facepaint today. He sits across the table from York, hands folded on its smooth surface; an officer stands by to administer the drug, and another by the door. Fairly standard interrogation setup. He raises an eyebrow slightly at York.

"You can relax already. It's not going to hurt. Lieutenant, allergy check?"

The officer takes York by the wrist and gently sticks the inside of his arm with a prick, tipped with just a tiny bit of the solution. "Some people have an allergy," ghem-Colonel Naru explains, "and the reaction is usually rather nasty. We prefer to avoid that."

"He's clear, sir," the lieutenant announces after a minute.

Naru nods in acknowledgment and turns his gaze back to York. "Any questions before we begin?"
vorrutyer: (whimsical (but smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-02-21 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't be absurd," he answers with a wild grin. "Lips as perfect as yours could never effect an unpleasant transformation. No, that's not how it works. If anything, you'd elevate me out of my my anuran atavism. It is I - "

He takes her by the waist and swings her around - suddenly, swiftly, with enough force that her hair swings out from her head -

"Who would lower you to the animal ranks."