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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.
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[BARRAYAR] Sonia Vorbarra (NPC)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-03-18 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia's fully recovered and back on her feet, although preoccupied with Byerly's disappearance -- and then, when she finds out the truth, just a little bit devastated at his confirmed betrayal. (Okay, more than just a little bit.) She's still trying to keep spirits up, not wanting to undo all her own hard work, and she spends as much time as she can helping out in the sick tent. But when she isn't immediately occupied, her usual wandering presence around the camp is strangely absent -- keeping to her own tent when there's nothing else to do.

a. art fair - 3/19
Although Sonia's often seen with her camera, she's rarely shared any of her work. But today there are black-and-white photographs posted all over, and she's clearly in her social element. As much of an attention-getter as she tends to be, she delights in everyone's work and encourages as many people to participate as she can. So she might be cheerfully asking you about your work, or dragging you off to listen to some old story or music -- because hey, everyone needs a dance partner, right? -- or maybe just showing you her own work, her small sanctuary in this war.

b. the hospital bed crawl
It's easiest to ignore your troubles when you're keeping yourself occupied, so Sonia does just that -- tending to the sick is pretty occupying, after all. She doesn't have any real medical training, but then, neither do most of the people here, and if nothing else she's happy to sit next to you and talk -- or listen -- it's the least she can do. So many did the same for her when she was sick.

c. good news and bad news (closed to york)
Sonia had heard a little bit about York from Wash -- she doesn't know much, just that they were in the same unit, that they're friends. Which is enough for her to want to meet him, really. She's liked all of that crew so far -- even Maine, who wasn't quite as bad as Tucker made him out to be -- so she's feeling pretty positive about liking York, too. So when she hears that York and Wash's other friend Ratchet have escaped from the base and arrived here, the next morning she goes out in immediate search of him.

She doesn't actually know what he looks like, but anyone she doesn't recognize is new, and she's got about a fifty-fifty chance of getting it right. Actually, it's a hundred percent at this point, considering only one of them is sick, from what she's heard. So when she's helping in the sick tent she moves over to someone who's clearly not only new but definitely not Barrayaran and sits beside him with a cup of water and a damp cloth and gives him a sunny smile.

"Hi," she says cheerfully, and with no other preamble: "York, right? Or -- is that the other one? I'm sorry, Wash didn't tell me what you looked like…"

d. misery loves company (and solitude)
Well, at least she knows now for sure that Byerly isn't dead. He's just something much worse: a traitor.

She didn't want to believe at first, but she has no evidence against it. And the more it sinks in, the more it hurts. Byerly was one of her closest friends, her confidante, someone she could trust to treat her like a person first -- someone she could trust at all. And not only had he disappeared without a word, he'd disappeared to go work for the Cetagandans. The thought makes her sick.

It weighs heavily on her, and despite her best efforts to shake it off with just anger, she's too hurt and upset for that to work. So instead she just cries -- her friends, the ones she feels safest around, she goes to them for comfort, but other times she just hides in her tent and cries to herself, although not entirely silently. It's not too hard if you're standing close to her tent.

e. wildcard
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c. he's so sorry...

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-18 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, that's me. York." His throat is raw from coughing, his voice low and rough when he answers her. "The 'other one' is over there... that's Ratchet." He lifts a hand just enough to gesture at the opposite row of bedrolls to another other man Sonia won't recognize, a frowning redhead attending to patients on the other side. And then he's lowering his voice even further, conspiratorially. "He's allergic to taking breaks. Make sure he eats today for me?"

Despite the fever his eyes are bright and curious as he turns his head to look at her properly... she's not acting like one of the nurses, the way she just sat down. And she mentioned Wash. "Who might you be?"
asafepairofhands: (human - tired)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-18 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good. You'd better not." Ratchet's tone is dire but he tilts his head, pressing his forehead briefly to York's, feeling the burn of York's skin against his. "We need to make sure to find fresh water, too. At least we have medical supplies."
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-18 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd rather not use up anything we grabbed." He wants to keep going but gives them both this moment, closing his eyes and swallowing down another cough so he can stay close. "Isn't it safer to eat the snow than running water? I think they taught us that."
littlemissfutility: (56)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-18 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm fine," she says, rolling her eyes as he puts his hand--scarcely warmer--on her forehead a second time. What is she, five? When he holds out a hand, she stays where she is, turning her attention back to the knotted mess in her hands. "C'mon. Traps aren't gonna set themselves."
asafepairofhands: (human - unsure)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-18 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not this snow, probably. It's been laying around for a while. We'll figure it out." Ratchet almost kisses York, realizes what a phenomenally stupid idea that would be, and sighs, pressing his lips briefly to York's forehead instead. "Let's keep walking. I hesitate to ask, but do you have any idea where we're going?"
infailtration: (pic#10657601)

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-18 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"No clue. But this is the direction Lakshmi pointed Daryl in last time, so... we go this way." He straightens up with a shiver, finding Ratchet's hand before turning and continuing the way they were going, the way that is hopefully towards the Barrayaran camp. "I figure we should get as far as we can before the sun comes up, then we can take a break. Maybe they'll have patrols out, or hunters or something."
asafepairofhands: (human - what the hell)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-18 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Excellent," Ratchet says, trying not to sound tired--he knows York hasn't been getting much more sleep than he has, and is sick besides. He drags his gloves back on and squeezes York's fingers lightly, steadying him as they start moving again. "We'll walk as long as we can."
infailtration: (2519159 (6))

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-19 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
A tiny shrug. "It wasn't safe for her to tell me the way there. The Cetagandans didn't ask when they fast-penta'd us, but they could have." He glances up at the sky, at the moon through the trees. "If I start to weave, we're keeping the moon at 11. It can't be that far if the Barrayarans keep making it to base without supplies."
pigsfeet: (??????????????)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-19 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I ain't askin'," he says, and reaches for her wrist. He tries to pull her up with him. "Duv'll finish the damn traps. Feels like you're burnin' up."
sparkwhisperer: (human 6)

Tarn [Cetaganda]

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-03-19 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
[A: Post-Plague Whinging]

By the time Tarn is finally well enough to be released from the Medbay, he is throughly stir crazy. Having spent most of the time restrained to his bed, thanks to York, he is eager to stretch his legs. His muscles are tight and his back sore as Tarn makes his way in a circuit around the gardens, sighing in irritation.

He pauses to stretch his achy shoulders before he catches sight of you. His instinct is to scowl, but he manages to keep and even mask, free on any perceivable emotion.

“I would have thought that the Cetagandans would have far more comfortable medical cots. A week in the medbay and I have a terrible crick in my back.”


[B: Around camp]

It’s easy to tell that something big is happening based on how frantically the patrols and personnel are rushing about. Everyone is trying to seem useful in some way—carrying out the tiniest menial tasks in preparation for…Something.

Tarn watches quietly, staying out of the way.

“One wonders what the emergency is. With the plague still an issue, and their forces so depleted, I would imagine that they would want to take it a bit easy.”

He’s missed the memo about the new arrival clearly. Perhaps someone should fill him in.


[C: Reception]

This is by far the strangest ritual that Tarn has seen yet on this base. Whoever this ‘Handmaiden of the Star Crèche is, she has made quite the stir. They treat her like a Prime— with such reverent respect that only serves to highlight this repulsive caste system that the Cetas have in place. She’s too above everyone to even be looked upon.

It makes rage build in Tarn. He wishes he could just pop that bubble and force her down to their level. It’s a fools wish, but he can’t help but fantasize.

Tarn makes for the exit, feeling sick. This time its not a filthy plague making him ill.
Edited 2017-03-19 00:33 (UTC)
sparkwhisperer: (human 13)

I

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-03-19 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
York's time in the Common Area to socialize with friends is about to be rudely interrupted.

Having been discharged from the medbay not an hour earlier, Tarn is stiff as he drags himself back into world. The moment he enters the large open area, he focuses in on York. What a serendipitous surprise, it's just who Tarn had been wanting to see.

"Why there you are, I was wondering why you hadn't been been visiting me in my medbay prison. You seem rather busy."

Tarn makes a point of looking around at the lack of activity in the room.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-19 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Shit. Well, they had to let him go sometime, York had just been hoping it would be after they were gone. He straightens up from his casual slouch, looks away from the game he was playing to meet Tarn's gaze. Squarely, evenly.

"Tarn." His voice is flat and emotionless, giving away nothing, but it's clear at least that he's not afraid. "Glad you're feeling better."
startpoint: (07)

insert mission impossible theme

[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-19 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
She wasn't conscious when York was brought into the medical tent, instead buried under a pile of blankets after coughing herself past sick and into exhaustion. But when Carolina wakes up she finds out who arrived while she was out and it's enough to break her out the haze she's been for the last few days. The fact that he's sick with the flu just means it's easier for her to see him than if he'd arrive well. It's a strange thing to be grateful for but she's still running a fever so reason isn't exactly her strongest skill.

It's not a dangerous mission but she watches the attendants in the tent and waits until they're all relatively busy tending to others worse off than she is to make her move. The fact that a quick trip across the tent leaves her feeling exhausted is annoying but she's made it to York's bedside where she takes up a place sitting next to it, still wrapped up in one of the roughspun blankets and can't help staring at York's sleeping form. He's alive. She feels dizzy and can't tell if it's the flu or the realization that he's right there in front of her.

(It's a little of both)

When she was comatose because of Eta and Iota she knows York stayed with her so she hunkers down with her blanket and stays with him. It's only fair she keeps an eye on him. A completely irrational part of her is worried he'll disappear, or stop breathing if she goes back to her bedroll. Staying put means she can shut it up so she settles in to keep watch for as long as she'll be permitted before someone chases her off. Whenever York wakes up he'll find her there, dozing and very clearly sick with the same flu he has.
sparkwhisperer: (human 2)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-03-19 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
"How kind of you to say so." Tarn invites himself to have a seat, ruby red eyes keeping York's even stare.

His lips quirk up into a small smile, tight and forced.

"I must admit that I am a bit surprised to see you up and about. I was sure that you would have fallen ill by now." Tarn shrugs. He can't win them all. "Ah well, next time, I suppose."
infailtration: (pic#10657624)

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-19 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Ratchet came up with a vaccine," York counters calmly. Not just Ratchet, of course, but that's the only name that will piss Tarn off so it's the only one York bothers to give. He doesn't want to paint a target on Natasha's back, anyway. "I won't be getting sick."

Sure he's not feeling great at the moment, but that's probably just side effects of the shot.
sparkwhisperer: (human 16)

[personal profile] sparkwhisperer 2017-03-19 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
His mouth twitches slightly before his grin spreads wider.

"Did he now? What a talented medic; you must consider yourself lucky to be in his care."

Tarn crosses his long legs, making himself comfortable.

"Though one wonders how much can actually be attributed to him and how much comes from the hands that he stole from his old friend. A medic is is hands after all."
infailtration: (pic#10907432)

dun dun dun dun DUN DUN dun dun....

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-19 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
It's the cough that wakes him, the flu having worked its way from his throat into his lungs while he traveled. His whole body is wracked by it now, enough that he has to wake up to roll over and curl up on his side, coughing until he sees stars and struggling to catch his breath. It isn't until he's lying there, weak and gasping, that he opens his eyes to realize someone is sitting beside him. Not an attendant, they come and go as quickly as they can to get to everyone. Not Ratchet, he'd be holding his hand or rubbing his back by now. Who, then?

He glances up and sees a shock of red hair atop a rough hewn blanket, Carolina's face beneath. Is it a fever dream, or is she really here? York blinks, coughs once more, and realizes it must be her. She looks as sick as him, after all, sweaty and grimy and pale. But he's never seen anything more beautiful.

"...'Lina?"
infailtration: (pic#10657601)

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-19 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
York sighs lightly, like he's disappointed. "I know that story already, Tarn. Try again."
littlemissfutility: (67)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-19 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Daryl, stop it!" She ends up on her feet, the trap falling from her hands, but it's all Daryl's pulling. It reminds her of being drunk--that same slowed reaction, same rough grasp dragging her along. (Maybe not as rough, but still. Nowhere near gentle.) "I can go later--I wanna finish this."
pigsfeet: (who said that)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-19 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
He's surprised by how upset she seems at the thought of being dragged to the med tent. He backs away, one careful step, hands raised. "If you were up for finishin', you would'a by now." He thought that was obvious. Still, he tries gentleness. Christ knows he hasn't so far. "C'mon, just get checked."

He can't believe he's pleading with a teenager to see a doctor, and yet, it seems like an enormous privilege to be able to. He'll take it.
startpoint: (12)

[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-19 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
His coughing is what pulls her out of the doze she's been in, her own breath rattling in her chest. She's not in great shape but for the moment she's able to reach out for a nearby pitcher and pour a cup of water without feeling like her lungs are going to rebel. Who knows how long that will last when she's been in exactly the same position as York is now.

When the coughing fit subsides she waits quietly until he says something and then offers him the cup with an unsure expression on his face. Did he see the carving she left when she left the limbs at the base? Did he get the message Wash had said he could get to him? It was harder to deal with a living person instead of a memory.

"It's me."

Suddenly she wishes she'd stayed back in her own bedroll. Then she wouldn't have to deal with the anxious knot in her stomach. What if he hates her after all this time?
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-19 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
York's limbs are weak and heavy and slow to respond to his commands but he manages to raise a hand up, reaching out but not for the cup. Instead his fingers pass it to stroke her cheek, and despite feeling clammy skin and fever-heat he smiles, his eyes lighting up. She's here, and alive, and doesn't hate him. Basically everything he could have asked for but all at once, more than he ever dared to hope. He didn't envision this happening while they were both sick, but hey. Nothing's perfect.

"I got your messages," he says, voice rough as he tucks a lock of hair behind her ear.
startpoint: (05)

[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-19 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
That smile and that one simple touch undoes the knot instantly. She smiles back, still a little unsure bit not so ready to abort the entire mission and run off.

"I tried to find you when we went in last," she says, sounding a little rueful. She hated that mission, the necessity of leaving the body parts in order to try and get to him. "I thought that was the only thing you'd recognize that wouldn't make them watch you even closer." As for the other message... she had to make sure he knew. Just in case she never got the chance to say it properly.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-19 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
"I figured." And on the one hand he hates that she didn't find him, but on the other it's probably for the best that things worked out the way they did -- this way they were able to bring supplies, and they both got out. He wouldn't have wanted to leave alone or while Kaidan was sick, anyway. His hand drops from her face but seeks out hers where it clutches at the blanket. Like he can't have her so close and not be touching her somehow. Making sure she's real.

"I can't believe you went in there. They've got guns, you know... Did you bring a sword? I'd pay to see you with a sword." It's easier to talk about that than anything real, to picture her swordfighting rather than falling from a cliff.