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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-03-18 02:15 pm

[ march ii log: ageless beauty ]

Who: Everyone!
What: The skies finally lighten, and so do spirits, but there are still quiet machinations in the dark. The good doctor's fate is finally decided.
When: March 18th - 31st
Where: Barrayaran camp, Cetagandan base & Riverfall Village
Warnings: TBD

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

First: Special thanks and credit to Vee ([profile] veelynn) for lending us her beautiful photography for this event!

TIMELINE
3/19 Art Fair
3/20 York & Ratchet's arrival to the Barrayaran camp
3/22 Raid: Medical Supplies
3/26 Haut Sei's arrival, Eavesdropping Eta
3/27 Eavesdropping Sigma
3/27 - 3/28 Rat Race
3/29 Official reception for Haut Sei
3/30 Mystery Plot

One thing can be said for the month of March: at least the weather's gotten better. By mid-month, while the piled-up snow is slow to melt, the temperatures have now risen to just freezing rather than well below freezing. It's still a pretty cold March, but by this point, anything close to freezing feels like a balmy spring, and they have a nice string of sunny days for the rest of the month.

riverfall
Although their numbers have been thinned by the flu epidemic, Cetagandan patrols still pass regularly through the village, allowing those spying for the Cetagandans to pass along information via dead drop.

Riverfall was hit just as hard by the epidemic as the camp, and by the end of the month, the village houses no more than sixty people. The aid from the outsiders and soldiers in caring for and treating the sick goes a long way, but by the end, there are still a lot of bodies to bury and souls to burn death offerings for. There's an overall somber cast to the village despite the brightening weather.

barrayar
The Barrayarans haven't been hit as dramatically as the Cetagandans, but their numbers are much fewer, and patrols are still thin. Anyone healthy enough is being asked to pull double shifts, stretching their resources where they can, but at least the food situation is improving considerably thanks to both Xav's relief supplies and the lightening weather.

Once seeing both his daughters recover from the flu, Prince Xav leaves camp on the 19th to rendezvous with his transport back to Vorbarr Sultana so he can make another risky attempt at getting off-planet and back through the wormhole blockade. Ezar, as Piotr's aide-de-camp, sticks around -- and so does Negri, of course.

Knowing that it would be safer (if less comfortable) and possibly more useful for the Barrayarans to rendezvous with Micah rather than try to get them back off-planet, Xav leaves Doctor Niadem's fate in Barrayaran hands…and not to great result. Now that the Cetagandans have Micah, Piotr and his general staff -- and anyone in-the-know enough about the situation to provide any advisement -- are still debating what to do about Micah and the wormhole device. They could either try to rescue Micah to their side…or leave them in Cetagandan hands and hope to make contact via one of their informants.

This makes cultivating informants on the Cetagandan side an even higher priority, and if anyone has any ties to outsiders on the other side, personal or otherwise, Piotr wants to hear about it. Any intelligence about the Star Gate Project is vital.

plague
The ill in the camp and Riverfall are recovering, slowly, but the flu is still spreading, reaching its apex, and people are still getting sick. Even as the weather clears up, it's still damp, and many of the sick are falling to pneumonia, a near-certain death without antibiotics. They've already exhausted the medical supplies Xav and Ezar brought with them, and the medical raids went poorly -- only resulting in enough antibiotics for about 20% of the village and camp's combined population.

By the end of the month, though, the Barrayarans are finally beginning to pull through. The camp and village start to recover, with the mortalities over the month total to 58 influenza-related deaths. It's time to bury the death, burn a death offering, and keep on moving on.

camp
Both Olivia and Sonia have recovered from their bouts with the flu, more or less intact despite Olivia's very touch-and-go health for a while. Now Sonia's repaying everyone's visits to her by tending to the sick and helping out where she can. And as the weather warms up and people start to recover, the line for the bath tent starts getting longer…it's still pretty cold, but after lying around in the sickbay tent for a while, few people are going to complain for the chance to wash.

Morale is still buckling, so amidst all the doom and gloom, Sonia decides to try and bring a little levity to the camp by hosting a makeshift little art show on the 19th. The Princess can often be seen with her old antique camera, taking candids or scenic pictures in the mountains, although she rarely shows her work to anyone else. Tonight, though, she has hung up a variety of her black-and-white photos around the camp for the art fair -- some of the candids are even of outsiders, and Sonia's aim seems to be catching everyone in their warmest, happiest moment. There's no sense of tragedy or despair in her work.

She's encouraged as many of the soldiers and outsiders to contribute anything in the way of art -- stories, songs, performance, or craft, she invites it all. A few soldiers make a surprisingly harmonic little chorus, and some visiting villagers give engaging tellings of Barrayaran legends. Lakshmi shows off some of her embroidery, and Beth and Tucker both bring a little singing to the table, although the majority of Barrayarans probably aren't going to appreciate a cappella Queen. Daryl shoots a mouse and either fails to understand art entirely or transcends to a brand new plane of artistic enlightenment. Also, please don't let Tucker pose nude for you.

It winds up doing some good for morale -- giving the soldiers some other context to focus on besides the war, something of an escape, or a reminder of what they're fighting for and what they long to live to see again. And for the first time, Sonia doesn't feel quite so useless.

missions
The medical assistance provided by the outsiders doesn't go unappreciated, nor without effect. Not every day is a success, but at least they manage to keep the mortality rate from climbing too high.

The medical raids are a near-unmitigated disaster, with every single raiding party running afoul of Cetagandan guards and losing some of their bounty on the way out. They only manage to make away with supplies/topicals/OTC analgesics for 40% of the population, vaccine for 20% of the population, and antibiotics for 35% of the population.

The race to Micah's location in Vorkosigan Vashnoi is a frantic one, but despite the outsiders' efforts as well as Natasha, Byerly and Kaidan's efforts to slow down the Cetagandans, the Cetagandans get to Doctor Micah Niadem first.

Here are the unabridged mission results.

cetaganda
Piotr's attempt at psychological warfare was a total success: Zahal is furious over the severed body parts of his own soldiers discovered around the camp, and even more so over the wholly unintentional but devastating biowarfare that comes with it. That part has Piotr rather tickled.

With full intel on Micah's location in hand, Zahal sends as many able-bodied squads to Vorkosigan Vashnoi as he can, including several exotics. Natasha, Kaidan and Byerly work covertly to try and slow the operation down, but ultimately, the Cetagandans still reach Micah first and bring them back to base -- taking proper precaution to vaccinate them before bringing them in, of course. It wouldn't do for their newest and very valuable asset to suddenly die of some backwater plague.

The Cetagandan base is still pretty thin on the personnel front, but they're managing to continue operations as normal. The announcement of the visit from the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche has every able-bodied person on base in a frenzy as they try to prepare and make the base suitable for receiving her. This is clearly an occasion of great honor as well as face -- if she were improperly received, ghem-General Zahal and Lady Diya would surely suffer for it.

plague
The plague reaches its apex in the Cetagandan base, but with Ratchet and Natasha's help, they were able to synthesize a vaccine for the flu. The quarantine isn't airtight, so there's still risk of infection, and they have to make sure those distributing the vaccine aren't at risk of spreading the infection. Overall, they're able to inoculate about 80% of the uninfected population.

Amai makes a full recovery, despite being dramatically (albeit not entirely unrealistically) convinced she was on death's door every second.

By the end of the month, the Barrayaran flu has about a 30% mortality rate on the Cetagandan base, resulting in about 3000 influenza-related deaths.

base
The quarantine remains in effect until nearly the end of the month, but finally, once the epidemic has died down and the Handmaiden has been vaccinated, Haut Sei Navarr arrives. The base hurriedly puts together a formal reception for her on the 30th, and rather than another party, it is just that -- a clearly ritualized receiving of her presence, so rarely seen beyond Eta Ceta, let alone the rest of the Empire.

The reception for Haut Sei is exceedingly formal, and unlike the relatively lighter air of the party last month, inappropriate behavior is going to be much less generously tolerated here. The exotics are not required to attend, but if they do, it'll be about a four-hour reception with a clear ritual protocol that will nonetheless seem very obtuse to outside viewers. Diya is prominent in the reception, being the only other haut on base, and is in fact the only one truly suited to receive her -- although, unlike Diya, Haut Sei does not appear in public unmasked. As is the custom of haut ladies still in their constellations, Haut Sei travels in a float chair encased in an opaque force bubble -- she can see out, but no one can see in. She brings with her a small entourage of servitors known as the ba, who serve not only as testing grounds for new genetic combinations, but are also genetically engineered for loyalty and service. Ba are not clones -- each ba is a work of art unto itself, each carefully created, and while they are not quite so fey in their beauty, the aesthetic effort is undeniable. All of the ba with Haut Sei are curiously hairless, which seems to be a popular trend in their design among the haut these days.

Meanwhile on the scientific end, the Cetagandans are delving deeper into what is officially referred to as the Star Gate Project. They're working with Satya to build a hard-light mapping device, but in the meantime, they have laid out the most crucial parts needed to build it: high-precision electromagnetic bearings to hold up the Necklin rods and spin them by a magnetic field for reduced friction; high-quality seals and pumps to create the necessary vacuum required for precise jump-plotting; something generating EM shielding to prevent interference, a problem unique to creating a Necklin field of this size and in this environment; and high-precision controls and controls software based on those used in existing jump ships, modifications for which are underway. And, of course, the Necklin rods themselves, which they have yet to figure out a way to fabricate.

And now that Micah is on base, the Cetagandans can finally put them to work in the wormhole lab on some of those elusive five-space math problems.

They're still developing their theory of neural netting and how a Necklin field might directly interact with the human brain without a jump implant. Based on their research so far, this may not actually be much of a problem, but there's another factor they have yet to work out: how to key the Star Gate to an exotics' own home universe. The Cetagandan neurologists have a few theories that they're working with Deanna and Natasha on.

missions
With help from the exotics, they're able to vaccinate 80% of the base's uninfected population. Satya and Pearl, despite their hard efforts, have yet to finish the hard-light mapping device by the end of the month.

A few exotics learn a bit more about Sei and Diya's history, as well as Diya and Amai's plans for covering up their less than authorized experiments. It also comes to light that the haut are planning to open gene therapy trials for any exotics who experienced power loss.

The race to Micah's location in Vorkosigan Vashnoi is a frantic one, but despite the outsiders' efforts as well as Natasha, Byerly and Kaidan's efforts to slow down the Cetagandans, the Cetagandans get to Doctor Micah Niadem first.

Here are the unabridged mission results.

Note: Negri, Amai, Zahal, and Olivia are available for threads by request only. Please hit up Madi (Negri & Amai) or Ammay (Zahal & Olivia) 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.
dendarii: (solpadeine115)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-22 10:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This is bad. This is incredibly, ridiculously bad. Miles had looped back to look for Wash - and discovered not only Wash passed out, but Byerly standing over him with a stunner with Lakshmi glaring murder at him. Probably intending murder, and he does not doubt her capabilities in the slightest. Shit. That's the last thing he needs.

So how does he get Byerly out of this? He doesn't have much time to think. Barely thinks at all, in fact, before throwing himself bodily at Byerly with a cry of rage. He figures that if Lakshmi becomes more occupied with rescuing him and/or Wash, then she won't have time to stab Byerly in someplace fatal. He aims to tackle Byerly bodily to the ground, or as close as he can get given his lighter weight. And then he rears an arm back to aim a punch at the man's gut or face, whatever is within reach. ]
pigsfeet: (did i leave the gas on)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-22 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just makin' sure," Daryl mutters, walking close to her. He's not sure why, she doesn't need any protection he can provide, and yet... it sets that scrabbling, worried part of his mind at ease.

He keeps walking. "When'd you start feeling it?"
dendarii: (eidetics 90)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-22 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)
The glove in his mouth is not the best idea Tucker has had, but fortunately Miles doesn't clench down too hard. He doesn't respond to Tucker's hissed plea; he can't hear anything, really, as his body shivers with seemingly no one inside of it. And no indication on when - if - the convulsing will stop.

But he begins to slow after about two minutes, his limbs slowly subsiding from agitated stiffness into too-relaxed exhaustion. He does not look well afterwards. His skin looks positively gray around the edges, and his already funny looking face is so much mush. Not a good look for him.

He groans softly after a moment, his eyelids flickering. Where is he? What was he doing? The seizure has left him exhausted and blurry, unable to focus on anything. "Who...?" he murmurs thickly, his tongue feeling as though it's made of lead.
dendarii: (eidetics 163)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-22 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
On the contrary. You're doubling your effort right from the beginning.
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[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-22 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"What?" The flu. Duh. She shrugs, her gaze on the snow before her. "I don't know. I was pretty tired when I woke up today."

Maybe she'd noticed symptoms before that, but they'd been easy to shake off. So her throat was sore--maybe she'd just needed water. Her muscles ached, but anyone would be tired after mucking out stables. Stuff like that.
protocol: (► flabby beer pathetic lot)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-22 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Are we?

We can't even be sure if they'll end up being kept in the same place.
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[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-03-22 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"So you will understand when I lament about the bizarre nature of the human body. Everything seems rather dangerous; almost comically so. Just the other day I sliced my hand open on a sheet of paper.”

He shakes his head, motioning for Pearl to follow him to sit on nearby bench.
protocol: (► it does not work in our blood)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-22 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This is, indeed, a fascinating fence. Though Wash is actually paying attention to it, insofar as he does actually intend to help fix it, some loose boards, one or two that need replacing, nothing too intensive, and he starts to work at prying some of the nails out of the wood to replace a rotting plank. ]

I guess the fresh air's doing me good, yeah. Not to mention there's nothing quite like seeing old friends.

[ Wash glances back at her again with another easy smile, as if he meant her, but of course, he doesn't. He'd made it to the camp, he means to say, made it to his friends, though Natasha likely gathered that from the message she'd received already. More important, more recent? York made it. Ratchet made it. ]

Never a happy song, is it? [ A slight laugh, a playful nudge against her arm with his own, their shoulders brushing together. More contact than Wash has ever really initiated beyond what was required of a spar. But well, if they're going to be spending some time together, if they might be doing this more often, might as well make it look, more, ah. Typically amiable. ] I'm no singer, but I liked the sound of it. I'd try to learn it, if you'd teach me.

[ Carefully removing the rotting old board, setting it somewhere aside. Little Feather. The title, definitely the words, probably the tune, Wash can remember all that quickly, he's sure. ]

I've been coming by here to help out, whenever I can. [ Looking back at her, another smile, meeting her eyes, for what he says next. ] Trying to learn as much as I can, too.
vorbratta: (i'm an ordinary citizen)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-03-23 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
"York," Sonia manages in a thick voice. "I met him in the med tent, he -- he mentioned Byerly, he was at the base, I thought maybe h-he'd been captured, but -- but -- "

The sentence dissolves into a wail and Sonia just clutches at Miles more tightly like he's the only comfort she can find in the world, and -- well. He is, right now. Only Miles would understand just how much this betrayal hurts. He knows just how important Byerly is to her, how deep this cuts.
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[personal profile] oldvor 2017-03-23 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Piotr appreciates straight to the point. He appreciates good soldiering. He appreciates dedication to the cause, especially from an outsider.

He really, really does not appreciate shit going on behind his back.

Piotr's eyes narrow at once, a clear acknowledgment of the implicit failure to report this until now, but he doesn't say anything except, "Another outsider?"
vorbratta: (and i will disappear)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-03-23 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
"That's what York said," Sonia says, trying to keep the tears from spilling over. She bites her lip. She almost hopes Wash will tell her not to trust York, that it can't be true, that it's wrong. "He said he was there voluntarily. He went there himself, on purpose. He just -- "

Her hands clench into fists in her lap, shaking slightly. She squeezes her eyes shut, sending tears rolling down her cheeks.

"He just got up in the middle of the night and left without saying goodbye. He's -- he's a traitor."
sparkwhisperer: (human)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-03-23 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
He narrows his eyes, body strung tightly as he listens to Natasha speak. The unflappable confidence radiating from her grates on him.

"Oh, no?" Tarn feigns confusion, cocking his head. "I'm not certain what your goal is then, so why don't you simply cut to the chase. I haven't all night to sit and play games with you."

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[personal profile] withanh 2017-03-23 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
Micah rubs their cheek thoughtfully, eyes turned toward the ceiling in contemplation. "There's definitely evidence of some pattern," they concede, but their lips are pursed. "The Cetagandans think it's something neurological in nature. Neurology really isn't in my wheelhouse, but I read through their notes. It's interesting stuff, but it's a little over my head. It's...hard to say."
protocol: (► so go home in a six pack up yours)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-23 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Well, he'd be surprised at Gavalas knowing his name except no, in hindsight, it does make sense, if he's watching over Sonia.

"Won't mind at all." He smiles a little, despite himself. "Guess she manages to give you the slip pretty often, huh?"
vorbratta: (you attract all the bees)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-03-23 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Sonia had banished Gavalas and all the other armsmen from the tent, quite selfishly, when she'd come back. It's daylight, but still, probably not all that fair to send them all away just so she could cry to herself alone, even Gavalas, who only wanted to stand watch outside. But she chased him off too, so when someone peeks inside the tent and speaks, she's totally unprepared for it.

She looks up abruptly from her pillow, blinking, startled. It's one of the outsiders, though Sonia's yet to really talk to her. "Um -- hello," she says thickly in blank surprise, then hurriedly scrubs her eyes on the back of her sleeve. "Sorry, um, is there -- can I do something for you?"
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[personal profile] put_upon 2017-03-23 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you." Gavalas gives Wash an utterly rueful smile. "Milady does like her freedom, sometimes very...insistently. I don't begrudge her it, truth be told, but I'm her sworn armsman."

He rubs the side of his head, shaking it.

"And I think milady finds it funny."
protocol: (► tooth grey yellow foyer)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-23 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Wash doesn't like when shit goes on behind his back either, Piotr, he does sympathize, but well. He's also a massive hypocrite, and entirely self-aware of it. Wash's expression doesn't flicker, doesn't falter, even if he knows damned well what that look in his eyes means. It is a failure. If Piotr doesn't bring it up later, Wash will bring it up himself, but for now. Business.

"Yes, sir." Another nod, and then comes the lie, and Wash is terribly well-practiced at lying in the face of authority, whatever that might say about his life. "Natasha Romanoff -- she was in the military, in her world. We'd talked about our misgivings about the Cetagandans more than once, and I left a coded message for her the night before the escape. I was just able to meet with her, in Riverfall."

Literally just. He'd come straight to you after that, had some time to process her report and how to speak with you on the way here, so that's responsible enough, right. Even if he'd apparently arranged to meet her in person rather than a much safer dead drop. Sorry about that also.
dendarii: (cocky lil bastard)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-23 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
Well - no. But in theory you only had to bust out. We'll have to go both ways.
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[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-23 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Only Miles, huh. He understands now, anyway. He hadn't before, not with Piotr staring him down. For a moment he has to suppress a flinch of guilt - maybe he should have fought for Sonia's knowledge a little harder.

Too late. Much too late. He'll not complicate one betrayal by adding another. Instead, he reaches a hand up to rub a slow circle into her back. "Not the case," he murmurs. "I had wondered, a little."
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[personal profile] spartan051 2017-03-23 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
As you wish. [He filed that little tidbit away for further consideration. The huge Spartan was still trying to come to grasp the intricacies of this planet's society and the strange social mores they practiced. Humanity had pretty much abolished caste systems for the most part so it truly was a strange and unusual experience dealing with people from this place.

He didn't miss the nervous tittering and wary glances their ghem escorts were sharing when Byerly fiddled with his stunner but so far, his trigger discipline wasn't so terrible that the brunette seemed overly worried. Or maybe he was simply good at masking his expression because thus far, the man wasn't giving much away.

Frustratingly, he hadn't been anything but unfailingly polite and even-keeled despite the man's attempts at pricking his temper.]
Kurt Ambrose, shall we go, Vorrutyer? We're wasting daylight.
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[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-23 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd like that," She opens her mouth to say something else when another voice cuts in. One of the Barrayaran medics finally seems to have noticed them and is heading for Carolina with intent.

"What are you doing up? You ought to be resting!" And a general stream of russian accented admonishment follows. Looking a little chagrined Carolina squeezes York's hand one more time.

"Looks like my time is up,"
Edited 2017-03-23 02:33 (UTC)
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[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-03-23 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[He bows and she takes it in as they walk, a twitch of amusement curving her smile as she casually unpacks the meaning behind the words. This was the sort of thing that they'd made her for, and she's seamless as she runs with the conversation.]

So I've noticed. They do seem to have a deep appreciation for the arts. They've already been rather generous in teaching me about many of their customs, though I'll admit I don't quite know what to make of the Cetagandan genetic arts.

[A quiet hinting at the fact that she's already set herself in pretty well, with perhaps a subtle suggestion that there's something going on with their genetic experiments.]
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[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-03-23 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Her lips twitch at his agreement, and she nods in understanding at his mention of seeing old friends even as it'd be easy for someone else to make the wrong assumption. It makes her smile in return, though, and not just for the cover, but because if nothing else she's pretty sure she can take it as indication that York did make it safe to the Barrayarans. She'd been a little concerned. She'd at least been reassured about Wash since she got his message.]

No, there's not.

[Her tone isn't quite sad, but it's a subtle admittance that she misses her friends. Steve and Clint, Tony, all of them, really. Most of them she's glad aren't here, but it doesn't make it easier, not really.

She brightens as they shift back to the song though, and she nudges him back a little playfully. It comes more naturally with Wash, somehow. She's fine with contact when it comes to dancing, sparring, but every time York touched her just because that was apparently a thing he did took her aback for a half second or so before she decided to go with it. With Wash it's easier- not familiar, but comfortable, at least. But she's always had a soft spot for contact, she's just selective when it comes to who it's with.]


I wouldn't mind at all. I can sing it slow, and then break it down into pieces. It might even help you pick up the language.

[She watches him as he works with the fence, and nods in easy agreement as their eyes meet.] Same for me. Past few weeks I've either been looking out for the sick or out here. I figure the villagers can use the help, and it's nice to get off-base for a while. See what I can pick up while I'm out here.
protocol: (► mr president i want a man from you)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-23 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
And half with a possibly unwilling doctor in tow.
protocol: (► too bad such a beautiful moon)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-23 10:17 am (UTC)(link)
Don't worry, Beth. He's good enough to not cut someone up unless he actually wants to. He smiles a little, though his eyebrows lift when she says she's never fought a person.

"What've you been fighting, then?" Lightly, curious, realizing when he asks it that it's a question about her world that she's been mostly reluctant to talk about. He won't press it further, if she dodges it, but he's going to remember this, anyway.