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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-03-04 05:33 am

[ march i log: we need medicine ]

Who: Everyone
What: New arrivals, desperate times, whispers down the hall.
When: March 1st - 18th
Where: Barrayaran camp / Cetagandan base
Warnings: TBD

Quick links:
Riverfall
Barrayar: Plague / Camp / Missions
Cetaganda: Plague / Base / Missions



welcome to barrayar.
It's the dark of night when you come to in the foothills. Snow on the ground, chill winter wind whistling -- in fact, it's dangerously cold, and all you have is the clothes on your back.. A steep mountain range towers just ahead, its peaks illuminated by the light of two moons. Whatever you last remember, it isn't how you got here, and you feel oddly jetlagged, slightly queasy.

And you're not alone. There are a few other people close by, all looking equally lost and confused. But before any of you have a chance to figure out what's going on, the soldiers arrive. There's a war on, they say, and you unlucky bastards have just been dropped right smack in the middle of it.

With March comes some relief. The first few days to a week are still bitterly, dangerously cold, but the weather starts to pick up gradually over the course of the next couple of months. It only gets barely above freezing, but after the last month, it might as well be a summer's day.

riverfall
The party last month definitely boosted morale, and certainly brought the outsiders closer to the villagers. They're noticeably friendlier toward the outsiders afterward, although they still give the exotics and their accompanying ghem soldiers the evil eye.

Given the village's covert assistance with the war effort and the fact that the Cetagandans found enough data to include the village in its regular patrols, Riverfall has become sort of a middle ground between the two sides. Coinciding visits don't happen every day, but they can provide opportunities for the two factions to secretly meet. Of course, this always carries a risk…best be sure not to be caught by either side's soldiers. Thanks to Negri, the Barrayarans roughly know the patrol schedule.

barrayar
Temperatures are still pretty low by the time March rolls around, and the first week is considerably cold, but it's steadily getting warmer as the month goes on. By the second week, it's just warm enough to start taking baths again -- and boy is there ever a queue.

On the 2nd, a small troop of soldiers arrives, led by Prince Xav Vorbarra, Olivia and Sonia's father, and Piotr's aide-de-camp Captain Ezar Vorbarra, a distant cousin of theirs. They bring with them a load of relief supplies fom Beta Colony, improving not only their food and medicine situation, but some to pass on back to the Riverfall villagers in return for their help. Anyone lurking around at night might see Ezar talking to Negri from time to time as well, and Sonia seems to be getting up to some kind of mischief where Ezar is concerned.

Prince Xav gives Piotr a very helpful tipoff -- there's a Betan biochemist waiting in the occupied district capital, Vorkosigan Vashnoi, to rendezvous with him on his way back off Barrayar. Xav can't stay long; he needs to find another way off-planet, and Doctor Micah Niadem has been laying low in Vorkosigan Vashnoi, but the risk of their presence being detected grows with every day. It may be easier and safer to smuggle them back to the camp than try to get them back off-planet for now -- and besides, their expertise in astrophysics might prove useful. But Xav hasn't yet been able to make contact through the soldiers occupying the city, so Piotr sends his own scouts.

Piotr, with Xav and Ezar as advisors, is trying to come to a decision about what to do about the Cetagandans' wormhole project. There's no telling what the Cetagandans really intend to do with the wormhole device, but disrupting or destroying their project would mean no way home for the outsiders, and…Piotr no longer feels that to be the most honorable option. That, and the idea of this technology in Cetagandan hands does them no favors. But their intelligence on the project is limited -- Byerly will prove to be a useful intelligent asset, certainly, but Piotr is looking for more informants. Any outsiders willing and able to make connections with any exotics sympathetic to the cause would certainly be appreciated by the General.

plague
Early in the month, some of the villagers begin to get sick -- it looks just like a particularly nasty cold at first. It quickly worsens and spreads to the camp, and by the 7th it is evident there is an outbreak of the Barrayaran flu, an influenza variant that has mutated over the last several centuries. Barrayarans have built up antibodies against most strains, but this is a particularly virulent strain, and with a population that has neither vaccines nor modern medicine, it can be fatal. The recent cold snap and limited food haven't exactly fortified anyone's immune systems, either, and in the first half of the month, about half the population of the village and camp come down with the flu at some point.

Although the virus isn't spreading much more quickly than your average flu, it's still a nasty infection, and the symptoms are difficult to effectively treat without proper equipment of facilities. Some of the relief supplies brought by Prince Xav include surgical masks and gloves for the people working triage to protect them from the airborne illness as much as possible. The supplies also include some analgesics and synergine, but hardly enough to go around. Fevers, aches and chills, coughing, vomiting -- they treat them with what they have once they run out of relief supplies. And for the most part, those with the flu manage to pull through and recover -- but if the flu turns to pneumonia, there's almost nothing they can do at that point. Thanks to the tireless efforts of villagers, soldiers, and some outsiders, the first half of the month sees only a 10% mortality rate between the village and the camp, resulting in only 23 influenza-related deaths.

Sonia is among the first to get sick, but she sweats it out in five days or so and manages a full recovery. Olivia, on the other hand, falls much more seriously ill. Piotr takes great care not to get sick; the camp is already incapacitated as it is.

camp
Camp morale is still buckling under the weight of crisis after crisis, but the arrival of Prince Xav and the improving weather have done a lot to lighten the mood. Xav and Ezar coordiate to distribute the relief supplies even as the flu ravages the camp and village, never a dull moment . Olivia and Sonia haven't seen their father Xav in over two years, and it's a long-overdue family reunion. Piotr welcomes the return of his friend and aide-de-camp Ezar, and Sonia seems to be getting into some kind of mischief with her cousin. And in a quiet moment here and there, Ezar can be seen talking to Negri.

By the morning of the 1st, Byerly Vorrutyer will have abruptly disappeared from camp.

Piotr is trying to keep military operations running as much as he can while half the camp tends to the sick or fall sick themselves. They'd found the traitors, yes, but Piotr's anger is far from satisfied. The food shortage had derailed their power supply strategy, and it's only further pushed back by this current crisis, so large operations are off the table. But Piotr has never underestimated the value of psychological warfare in this war. He has a few conveniently available corpses for hacking up and planting in the Cetagandan base just to shake things up a little, and anyone who can lift a sword without coughing is qualified. Xav does not approve.

missions
The medical assistance provided by the outsiders doesn't go unappreciated, nor without effect. Not every day is a success, but they manage to keep the mortality rate relatively low.

The infiltration missions to plant the severed body parts mostly go according to plan, although Lakshmi and Nash run afoul of some guards. Between the outsiders and other Barrayaran squads, they manage to plant several body parts, and in doing so, inadvertently spread the Barrayaran flu to the Cetagandans.

The outsiders scouting out Vorkosigan Vashnoi manage to stay undetected by Cetagandan soldiers, although they run into exotics on the other side. They manage to get some information about Micah's location, but very little…thankfully, Byerly passes on to Miles much more specific information the exotics were able to obtain.

Here are the unabridged mission results.

cetaganda
The snow piled up around the base starts to gradually melt over the course of the month as temperatures rise. The new wave of exotics are processed and very gently prodded like every group has been, but they've been treated with the same level of civility. The Cetagandans are generally exceedingly polite, but they are becoming a little less patient with the exotics after the recent bouts of violence and escapism.

Despite the Barrayaran flu sweeping the base, military operations must carry on. Zahal might have lost his informants in the Barrayaran camp, but he knows they've been struggling, and wants to implement some more aggressive tactics to hit them while they're down -- and more than that, the dead body parts of his own soldiers scattered around the base have had their intended effect, rattling and aggravating the ghem-General -- even more so when they realize that this was the means by which the plague spread to the base. Whatever organized strategy Zahal starts to pull together is immediately disrupted by the rapid spread of the virus through the base. With Cetagandan soldiers dropping like flies, military operations all but come to a halt on the base.

However, Cetagandan intelligence gets wind of a Barrayar-allied astrophysicist from Beta Colony, a planet renowned for its cutting-edge technological advances, particularly in the field of wormhole science; they may be able to solve some of the pieces of the puzzle. The Betan scientist is apparently hiding out in Vorkosigan Vashnoi, the capital city of the city. The virus has spread there too; Barrayarans and Cetagandans alike are facing the outbreak, although the native population seems to be faring a bit better. The Cetagandans need help bringing medical supplies, so while they're at it, the ghem-General dispatches a few teams to try and sniff out the scientist's location. Meanwhile, in the R&D labs, some of the exotics who have been promoted to lab assistant are helping the Cetagandans to make some advancements, and they're finally let in on some more details about the project.

plague
A few days into the month, some of the soldiers start to show cold-like symptoms -- and then the outbreak of Barrayaran influenza spreads rapidly throughout the base. Unlike the Barrayarans, the Cetagandans have no antibodies for this strain, and even their advanced immune systems cannot defend them against a totally new pathogen. They are infected even more quickly than the Barrayarans and their symptoms escalate rapidly as well, resulting in an alarming mortality rate. Cetagandan soldiers are falling sick left and right. Triage starts in the medbay, but they have to quarantine off another wing of the building just to make room for the rapidly growing population of infected ghem. The airborne virus is spreading through the base at an alarming speed -- save for Byerly, no one on base has ever been exposed to it. The symptoms are severe and while the Cetagandans have plenty of equipment, they have neither an antiviral nor a vaccine for the Barrayaran flu. High fever, vomiting, dehydration, respiratory and sinus problems run rampant, and though they have plenty in the way of synergine and analgesics, the Barrayaran flu quickly leads to pneumonia in most Cetagandan patients, and with their immune systems so completely unprepared, most patients with pneumonia die within 24 to 48 hours. The triage assistants are, at least, provided with surgical masks and gloves and antibacterial gel by the bucket load to protect them from the airborne illness as much as possible. By mid-month, nearly two thirds of the base has been infected.

The medical staff scrambles to put up a quarantine while also working on a vaccine for the uninfected population on the base. Byerly, being the only person on base who has ever been exposed to the Barrayaran flu, offers a blood sample -- potentially containing antibodies to this strain. Some of the Cetagandans' testing methods are a little ethically questionable, but they're trying to work fast. They're able to develop a working vaccine with a projected effectiveness of 70%.

Toward the middle of the month, Amai catches the flu and is laid low for about a week. Diya and Zahal take great care not to catch it -- Diya seems particularly absent lately.

base
Paranoia of infection hovers over the entire base, but some of the Cetagandans are concerned with another upcoming event: the arrival of the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche. What the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche actually is or does seems to be rather vague to the exotics -- she seems to play some role in genetic politics -- but it's known that she's haut, like Diya. The Cetagandans are scrambling to prepare for her arrival with considerable worry about resolving the flu epidemic before she touches down. The Cetagandans are about as close to cultural panic as they get right now. Diya received personal notice from the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche herself.

Starting on the 1st, Byerly Vorrutyer joins the exotic ranks as an undercover agent, looking not only for information but to potentially recruit exotics sympathetic to the Barrayaran cause.

Meanwhile in the labs, the Cetagandans have been letting the exotics get a little more hands-on with their research. Natasha, York and Symmetra have risen a bit in the ranks and are brought in on more specific projects. The ghem ladies are, surprisingly, now looking for volunteers to work in the gene labs too -- personnel shortage, of course.

missions
Even though a few of their own fall prey to the illness, the exotics' medical assistance does wind up being quite helpful, particularly with development of the vaccine. Meanwhile, eavesdroppers are doing their usual business and digging deep in places they shouldn't -- particularly where Amai and Diya are concerned.

The exotics that accompany the Cetagandans to Vorkosigan Vashnoi manage to stay undetected by Barrayaran soldiers, although they run into exotics on the other side. They are able to get some very detailed information about Micah's location, which Byerly passes back to the Barrayarans via Miles.

Here are the unabridged mission results.

Note: Negri and Zahal are available for threads by request only. Please hit up Madi or Ammay respectively for 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: (87)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-05 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
"If we had some cinnamon, they'd be okay." Plain, they're edible, but they're about as exciting as chewing on soggy cardboard. Beth sets the bowl down before Sonia, watching her reach awkwardly for it. Offering to feed her seems like it'd be condescending, but Sonia's barely managing on her own. Give her a chance. Maybe she'll get it.

In the meantime, she'll try to keep up some conversation while Sonia tries to eat. "You aren't missing much. It's still cold out."
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[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-03-05 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
"You'd think they would," Sonia sighs, a little glumly, but she takes the spoon and manages to eat one bite, tasteless though it is, but nearly drops the spoon trying to put it back in the bowl. She makes a displeased little noise. Ugh. She's in too much pain for this. She just wants to sleep.

"Not as bad though, right?" It'd be nice to see a little less snow whenever they let her out of this stinking tent. "Is it sunny out?"
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-05 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. It's sunny." Even if it wasn't, Beth isn't above lying to a sick friend in hopes of making her feel a little better. She pays quiet attention at Sonia's attempt to swallow, and then to the grimacey noise she makes. "Here. Try some water."

Maybe it'll help settle Sonia's stomach a little. It seems too much to hope that it might help bring that fever down, but who knows? There's still hope, as long as her friend's still breathing. "When do flowers start blooming? It's gotta be close to spring, right?"
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[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-03-06 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Later up here in the mountains." Sonia's voice is a raspy sigh, but she sips at the water slowly, shivering. It goes down cool, but it's soothing. "Don't go eating any of them, though. Not that I think you would," Sonia adds, and she's going short of breath, "but they're toxic to humans."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-06 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"No salads," she agrees. Her hand settles on Sonia's shoulder, stroking it idly. It's the sort of gesture she's always appreciated when she's been sick. "I was gonna promise to pick you some, but you'll be better by the time they bloom."
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[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-03-06 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
Beth's hand on her shoulder is soothing -- if nothing else, it gives her something else to focus on besides all the aches. Her eyes half close, and she smiles faintly, exhaling.

"That's so sweet." Sonia reaches up to gently pat Beth's hand with her opposite arm. She sounds a little hazy, but conscious. "You're so sweet, Beth."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-06 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Beth laughs a little, her smile wan. Right now, it seems like such a sick-person kind of thing to say. Or maybe a drunk-person kind of thing, but those probably aren't all that far removed from each other.

"Flowers would make this place less...you know." She glances around pointedly at the full bedrolls, the darkness, the dank canvas walls. "Crappy. But I could bring you something else if you need it."
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[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-03-06 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Sona smiles tiredly. "I can't think of anything. It is nice to have your company, though." She's so tired, even though she can't sleep, and she's feverish and a little slurred, but she's conscious enough to make sense. "I can't stay asleep. It's maddening. It's...nice to have somebody here." But she blinks up at Beth in concern. "But I don't want you to get sick."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-06 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's why I have this," she says, tapping her surgical mask. It probably can't protect against all the germs in this room, but it's something. "I'll be okay."

It's everyone else she's worried about, with nowhere near enough supplies to treat their sickness. Sonia, Daryl, the countess, all these soldiers she knows by sight...they're in a lot more danger right now. But talking about that won't help Sonia. Beth nudges the groats back toward her. "Besides, my friends are in here. I'd be bored if I stayed away."
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[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-03-07 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia smiles weakly. "What, you couldn't find anyone to have a snowball fight with?"

The little remark is punctuated by a few wet coughs, though, and Sonia lets out a miserable little groan. "Everything tastes awful."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-07 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"The soldiers didn't want to play." Sonia's sick, which knocks out her usual source of snowball fights and other silly fun. Daryl's sick, and so are a lot of the men at the armory, so that makes learning more difficult. Olivia's sick enough that having Beth keep her company is basically nursing her anyway. Everyone she cares about is either lying in this tent or helping everyone lying here.

She pushes the bowl a little closer still, smiling behind her mask. "So everything tastes the same. One more bite, okay?"
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[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-03-08 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, but it tastes awful," Sonia emphasizes. She looks down at the bowl of groats with a sigh and, very reluctantly, grasps the spoon a little more firmly this time. At least she doesn't look like she's in danger of dropping it this time.

She shudders as it goes down -- since when is eating a single spoonful of groats such a damned trial? She makes a miserable face. "This is such horseshit."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-09 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I know." That groats kind of suck, that being sick when you can't curl up in a real bed, in a real room, sucks even more. All of it is shitty. She watches Sonia choke down the groats, glad and guilty that she'll be able to get up and leave this tent behind when the sun sets. "But you'll be better in a few days. Then you can feed everyone else groats."
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[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-03-09 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Joy," Sonia says tonelessly, but there's a wry humor to her face. She reaches up to touch Beth's shoulder. "Just make sure you're not one of them. I don't think I could bring myself to torture you so."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-10 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Ugh," Beth answers, leaning into Sonia's touch for a second. "I hate being sick."

The thought of lying curled up on one of these bedrolls for days on end is so horrible that she pushes it out of her mind as quickly as she can. There's too much work for her, especially with Daryl out of commission. She doesn't have time for the flu.

"Sick like this, anyway," she continues. "If there was a real bed, and we could watch TV and drink orange juice..."
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[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-03-10 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia groans in sympathy. "What I wouldn't give for a holodrama to just zone out to. The really trashy ones you don't need to pay attention to, because they use the same plot lines over and over again." She smiles palely at Beth. "If there was a real bed, I'd make you sit in it with me."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-10 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Where everybody has evil twins and fake deaths?" she asks, grinning. If she means anything like old soap operas, Beth...well, she actually doesn't have any experience with those, but she'd be willing to try one out. It sounds refreshingly stupid and meaningless. "I'd probably end up sick if we holed up somewhere and watched a bunch of dumb television. Holodramas."
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[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-03-14 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Evil twins, faked deaths, uterine replicator switches...all the good stuff." Sonia gives Beth a pale smile, almost a grin, and though her eyes are glassy there's a definite bit of light in them. "Yes, but then I'd sit with you while you got better. And I'd bring you soup, and we could watch more awful storylines together."
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-15 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Probably be more fun if we weren't sick." Beth returns the smile, glad at least to see Sonia looking a little happier. Talking about something other than being in here must help, even if it's not going to do much more for her health than the cool washcloths. "But if it was real soup--" which is to say, not more groats--"I wouldn't mind."