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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.
protocol: (► but before we get out of our club)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-30 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
The way she brightens in response to that doesn't go unnoticed, it makes Wash brighten a little more in turn. For as miserable as her world seemed to be, it really is good to know that she had others there to survive with. And here, well, from how he's seen her around camp, how determined she seems to do her part where she can, she seems to have found people here, too.

Wash does notice, unfortunately. And inwardly, he picks at it, what is there to use about knowing they're from a world where the dead don't quite die? With the Barrayarans there isn't much risk, but with the Cetagandans, Wash finds the most likely theory. the thought of someone figuring out how that might work. Making use of it, somehow. Daryl had hated the Cetagandans, seemed even more paranoid than Wash himself was about them, and he wouldn't put it past him to assume that might happen. He doesn't think he's got the whole story here, but. It's enough for her to share this much. He nods.

"Not paranoia if they're really out to get you, so they say." A shrug, another smile, another idle spin of the knife in his hand. His voice softens a little. "Thanks for telling me that, Beth."

It's genuine. Daryl won't hear about this, not from him, and while it sounds like this is more of his secret than something Beth wants to hold back, he still appreciates her trusting him with it.
protocol: (► i had to cut poverty in the gymnasium)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-30 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ You can trust him to watch out for you, Tucker. You unfortunately can't trust him to always be honest with you. Wash can hardly trust himself to be, well, honest with himself. ]

It was his secret to keep, Tucker. You know it now. [ A breath, slowly unfolding his arms, tucking one hand into the pocket of his coat. ] And I'm glad it was you.

Now, please. [ A little pointedly. ] Tell me what happened. More detail.
Edited 2017-03-30 15:15 (UTC)
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[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-03-30 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)

[Those weren’t mutually exclusive.

But Tucker gave up a little more; this wasn’t over, he was still pissed, but he didn’t know where the anger belonged: Wash, Miles, the system that forced it into hiding? All of it?]


We were in the room looking for meds; he looked like shit and then just…fell over. I didn’t time the seizure – dude, do I look like a doctor to you? – but I tried to keep him from biting his tongue off and whacking his head against the floor. [And both of those were from a movie. Medical training? Not given to any of them; if he could put a bandaid on someone, he was lucking out. Neurological afflictions? Well beyond him.]

He looked worse after. Asked me who I was, thought he was going to puke on me, all that. We managed to get him on my back and…I ran. [On legs you helped to craft with all those laps.]
protocol: (► i hope it is a mistake to see)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-30 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It was probably a bit much to hope that Tucker would time the seizure, but look, this is Wash, and details and metrics are his fucking thing. He has a chart stored away in his mind about Tucker's various progressions with his exercises. He nods, though, taking all of that in, though maybe grimacing a little at the thing about biting his tongue off. ]

Just give me a rough estimate. A few minutes? More than five? [ Inquiring minds need to know. ] Don't put anything in a seizing person's mouth, they can't control how hard they bite -- it's more dangerous to them, might damage their teeth or something. Controlling his head was a good idea, though. You did well.

[ Honest praise. You didn't do perfectly, but you did what you could, and Wash does appreciate that. ]

Nausea and confusion is common after a seizure. Miles told me that for his, he'll usually be fine after leaving him to recover on his own for a while. [ A heavy sigh, looking back at Tucker. ] You do know why this has to be a secret, right?
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-30 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, okay. Still kind of sad then. But in a way they're both more than familiar with. Wash lifts his head to watch her when she goes to speak with the villager, giving the fence a few more careful checks and neatly keeping away the tools they were given by the time Natasha returns. There's a smile, there, warm and genuine when she returns, and for everything else this meeting may be about between them, Wash is honestly just glad to see her.

He's been worried for her. Not that he doubt she's capable, oh he knows she is -- but he's always been a worrier, not to mention how he still remembers the way she'd tensed up in that room, Diya's voice clear and calm, and Wash might hate the idea of Natasha still being there near any one of them. And especially since, if she means to stay there to inform, well. There's probably going to be a lot more of that.

When Natasha moves over to her, he reaches out, catching her hand, light and playful but with a tinge of something else, lacing their fingers together as he draws her to his side. He turns his head, leaning close just enough to murmur against her ear. ]


Where to?

[ Somewhere quiet, somewhere private, somewhere they can talk. What comes to mind immediately for Wash is the woods around the village, but if Nat knows somewhere else that might be a little safer, Wash's all for it. ]
natalia_vdova: (get over your ego)

[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-03-30 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a touch of a sigh, a curl of her lips into almost a smile and she nods in agreement.] I'll work out the options, come up with an action plan.

[She nods with interest as he mentions being able to give her a better idea of context with Sei and Diya. It stands to figure that someone on the Barrayar might have more experience with the Cetagandans than the Exotics do.] Any information you can get on context could be useful. The Cetagandans themselves are pretty opaque, as I'm sure you noticed. I'll see what comes up in the labs.

[At the mention of other people there's a tilt of her head a flicker of interest. She's not quite sure who to expect, but then he says Byerly and her face is a fast flicker that vacillates from anger to settle in a quiet sort of awkwardness. She takes a breath and lets it out slowly as she considers the question and tries not to think about her fingers around his throat.] He's a spy for the Barrayar, but you already know that. [A pause.] I may have punched him.

[It's the easiest place to start, though the look she fixes Wash with is a pretty easy to read what the fuck were you thinking? Because it's easier than the one about the fact that she gave Byerly a clear line on just who to use to get to her. And about a half-dozen other ways to get under her skin.

Byerly had been right, of course: it was sloppy.]
Edited 2017-03-30 17:43 (UTC)
protocol: (► recreation and forestry)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-30 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
South had been one of the worst personal betrayals he'd ever experienced, but Wash himself has done -- almost as bad, if not enough to actually shoot someone in the back, if not enough to get someone killed. All technicalities. He could've easily gotten someone killed. Could've easily hurt Donut more, and he won't pretend that he'd shot him non-fatally out of a sense of mercy.

He'd been glad that none of them came to hate him. Though he honestly thinks they should have. And South . . . He doesn't want to hate her, because for all the shit she caused even back in the Project, there were times when she really was just another sister.

"He just wants the best for you." Softly, squeezing his arm around her again, drawing her closer. "He's a general in a war. Mourning a traitor probably isn't high on his list of priorities, and he'd rather it not hurt you -- but he was still a friend, Sonia. You still lost something that felt real to you."

Wash still wonders, sometimes. Had South hated them all from the beginning? Even her own brother? Had she just been biding her time? And Connie, Connie was a traitor too, wasn't she, and he tries to remember her in a positive light, but who knows what her motivations really were? But god, at the end of the day, as much petty satisfaction as he got from watching South crumple to the ground. There are good memories, there, that he wants to hold onto.

"Tell me what he told you." Softly. Maybe he can help her find the truth in it.
protocol: (► ladderpoints is now upon us)

it's hard to guarantee are they gaaaaay or cetagandan

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-30 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
If it was of a romantic nature, it could be useful -- but the conflict in general is key enough. One weak link is all you need, right? [ Thoughtful, drumming his fingers on the table as he leans back slightly. ] Just don't rush into anything.

[ And then, ah, Byerly Vorrutyer, the way she says that he's a spy is so casual and flippant, as if it's obvious. He had largely figured it out, the key had been the first conversation he had with Duv Galeni when he'd first arrived on camp, but he's cautious enough not to commit to an idea until he's absolutely sure. Natasha's confidence more or less seals it. He trusts her judgment, on this.

Wash is looking up at her, sees the way she reacts to the name, something angry and fierce and then a slightly awkward stillness. What she says, well, draws a bit of a smile from him, he can't help himself, though it stalls slightly at the look she gives him after. He knows, he knows. ]


I'd gotten frustrated at the mission. Had suspicions about Vorrutyer, saw him, took my opportunity to maybe wring something out of him. I'd underestimated how much training he apparently has. [ Even wielding the stunner out in that crowd he'd seemed more like a civilian thrown a weapon than anyone with actual training, but. His fault for letting that slip by him, knowing how good of a liar Byerly was. ] I shouldn't have done it, I know, but you probably shouldn't have punched him, either.

[ There's a pointed hardness to his voice, but then it fades into that smile again. Natasha doesn't really need him to press this point, does she. She has to know the risk, the risk to Byerly's cover, not to mention the personal risk for them both of handing over something of a personal vulnerability to Byerly fucking Vorrutyer. So instead. ]

I'm flattered if you did that on my behalf, Natashka -- but even without that, the man does just has a way of asking for it, doesn't he? [ A tip of his head, a light in his eyes. ] If it weren't for losing them in the wormhole, I'd have him tied up somewhere with my gun in his mouth. The magnum, not the rifle, easier, cleaner -- maybe a shotgun. Think his mouth would've been able to fit around the barrel?

The M45s from back home would've made a hell of a splatter. [ Pushing himself away from the table, straightening entirely, now. ] I'm sure he would've liked it, right up til the pull of the trigger.
Edited 2017-03-30 18:59 (UTC)
natalia_vdova: (i want him)

[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-03-30 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[She is serious. He made the offer, invited it and while she would set boundaries, she wasn't about to back down. Not unless he did, unless this wasn't something he was comfortable with. Natasha was a lot of different kinds of monsters, but she wasn't that kind. Consent was maybe the most important thing to her in situations, because she'd spent so much of her life not having a say she would never take it from someone else. If he'd said no, or even worse, looked scared as she met her eyes, she wouldn't have pushed it. But he's just watching her, and she smiles softly, fingers gentle as they drag down from the tip of his chin to settle around his throat -- the first time she's touched him this softly.

Her eyes are attentive, watching him, his eyes, the look on his face. There's a fire in her eyes, but it's muted, not uncontrolled like when she had thrown him against the wall. Her fingers start to constrict, but it's slow, gradual, and there's a softness to her, like this. Because there's a trust to someone allowing you to steal their breath away, fingers around his throat and he has to know how much worse she could do if she chose to. But she won't. She'll use sexuality to slip a knife into someone's ribs, but not this.

She can see it in his eyes when her fingers start to take away his breath and it makes her breath catch. This affects her, gets under her skin. And fuck if there isn't something about watching him like this.]
protocol: (► not for us the kind of lux)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-30 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"She's in good hands with her, believe me." Starting to move with him, matching that slight smile with his own. "I can't get past Carolina even when she's having a bad day."

And a pause, there, an amused sound. "You think I'd make a good handmaid?"
vorbratta: (give me an answer)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-03-30 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," Sonia says, breath caught in her throat. God, she didn't come here to argue with a sick man, but she's completely seized up inside. "No...no, he wouldn't. He wouldn't ever. He -- what did he say? Did he tell you? How do you know for sure?"

She wants to hear him say he doesn't. She wants to hear him say it's just a guess, just a feeling, that he could be wrong, and he must be wrong, because he doesn't know Byerly. Not like Sonia does.
vorbratta: (set it up and tear it down)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-03-30 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
She's struggling not to fall into despair, to keep herself from sinking deep into it, and maybe she's overreacting, but she has no control over this feeling. It attacks her where she has no defense. But Miles -- Miles is providing temporary safety, sanctuary, as best as he can. She knows he's doing the best he can. She wishes she could try a little harder.

"Miles, if he comes back," she says, voice muffled and miserable, "Count Piotr will just have him killed."
vorbratta: (you attract all the bees)

[personal profile] vorbratta 2017-03-30 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia bites her lip, not trusting herself to speak right away, and just nods. No, she doesn't want to start crying all over again, not in front of Beth, not when she's sick. But finally she swallows and says, trying to keep her voice as even as possible, "Yes. On -- on purpose."

It makes her sick to think about, to repeat it, because every time she says it, it's like she's only making it more true. Scrubbing away any room for it to be a lie. Helplessly, she reaches for Beth's hand.

"York -- one of the people who just escaped -- York told me. He's one of Wash's friends. He said Byerly was on the base, and he wasn't...he wasn't there as a prisoner."
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-30 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit. This is fucking terrifying. He can feel adrenaline coursing through him, bringing with it the rather idiosyncratic effects that adrenaline has on him - slow steady heartbeats, crystal-clear focus, steady hands. As her grip tightens around his throat, his pupils dilate, and the world is limited suddenly to her face: her face looming large in his vision, the hairs of her eyebrows, the lines in her lips, every microtwitch of every muscle in her face, the point of her chin and flicker of her eyes. He sees her then clearly. And it's -

God, it's erotic beyond compare. Beyond all comprehension. Her hands are so strong and firm on his throat, and her gaze on him so encompassing. He starts to struggle to breathe as her hands tighten on him, and he hears his own breath growing harsher, strained, little labored gasps coming, and his head swims, and he is painfully aroused by the whole thing. He's sure she can tell, sitting atop him. He cannot be embarrassed by that, though - he's too entranced by this whole experience, the marvelous sharpness and adrenaline rush and the sex of it all.

His eyelashes flutter slightly over his eyes, but they don't close. He doesn't blink. He just keeps his eyes trained on hers, not breaking eye contact, his pupils dilated with arousal and desire and excitement. His lips tremble just a little, too. His free hand clenches hard in the scraggly greenery beside them, yanking the dead grass up by the roots with more and more frantic ferocity as her hands tighten further. His back arches just a little. A tiny groan looses itself from his constricted throat. ]
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[personal profile] withanh 2017-03-30 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
If it's possible for Micah's eyes to get any wider, they do, because their enthusiasm is much, much friendlier than the Cetagandans' probing, a desire to understand as well as to know. Micah curls their hands around their coffee cup to keep from reaching out to clasp Lapis's hands -- maybe Gems aren't as friendly to touching as Betan are -- but their smile is incredibly bright. Honestly, despite the obvious age difference, Micah's immediate sense of wonder and awe probably does look a lot like Steven's.

"That's incredible. I've always hoped we might meet sentient alien life, no one's discovered any in the Nexus yet, so this is really exciting, and I never even dreamed of anything like you... So -- is this just the form you assumed when you came through? What did you look like before? Oh -- God, am I asking too many questions?"
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[personal profile] withanh 2017-03-30 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"From a third party's perspective? Yes."

Micah's answer is level -- not quite terse, verging on defensive, but only just slightly. Rather than directly answer Satya's question, instead they ask, "Do you know how the Cetagandans got their warships through Barrayar's wormhole?"
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[personal profile] withanh 2017-03-30 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Micah spreads their hands helplessly.

"It's really difficult to say. Though...I don't think it's very likely." Their voice is apologetic. "From what little I've read, it seems like too many of the your world states are far too different from our own for there to be much in the way of parallels, save for Earth -- for most of them."

They offer a sympathetic smile. "It's hard to be stranded far from home, I know. But I'll do all I can."

And then they'll do their level best to burn it all down when the extrauniversals are gone.
dendarii: (terrible techniques)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-30 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Miles, meanwhile, just continues to give him a look. ]

Because you won't tell her yourself?
protocol: (► mysterious as the dark long of a shoe)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-30 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Honor. An interesting word. In his world, in his time, it's little more than a platitude, anymore, but Wash has been on Barrayar and learned enough to understand what honor means, at least in theory. He doesn't think he grasps just how significant of a role it really plays in the culture, in their everyday lives, but he does understand the practical side of it well enough. What Piotr is asking him to do is to stake his life on his trust in Natasha -- or well, something more valuable than even that, but in the end that's what the cost will be.

He does trust her.

"I would, sir." What are the right words, here? Miles has sworn to him a few times, my word as Vorkosigan, but Wash's name has no weight here for more reasons than one. Just his word, then? That might have to do. There is a pause when he considers that, but it's not one of hesitance, not from the way he holds Piotr's gaze the whole time, unwavering. "You have my word."

A pause, to let that rest, to make it clear that he means that, and he does want to press that he knows he went behind Piotr's back. That he isn't hoping to skate by.

"I'll accept any consequences you see fit for what I've done, sir." He doesn't need to point out what he's talking about, he's sure. "But I must insist that that a point of contact be arranged for her -- and if not me, I have recommendations, if you'd hear them."
protocol: (► but yellow teeth)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-30 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Part of why he's deciding to head back while doing this is that he intends to escape in the public of the camp once they get back. You've got a timer to press him, Miles, and he's going to keep moving. ]

No. I'd like to thank her myself, if I could.

But she won't want to hear it from me, and I'd like it if she still hears it.
dendarii: (frakkingcylon 104)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-30 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Miles nearly says that Byerly might bring back something important - something to convince Piotr to let him back. But that's too damn close to the truth, and he if he strays too close she will figure it out. He can't underestimate her.

"I know," he says with a heavy exhale. "But he's clever. Just because he can't come back to camp doesn't mean the Cetagandans are the only options forever."
dendarii: (solpadeine30)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-30 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Good man. Not that Miles expected anything less. ]

She would regret it. I know she would. God, I wasn't expecting her to look at you like that.
littlemissfutility: (23)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-30 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia sounds like she's holding back tears, and for a moment, it's all Beth can do to think your fault, you made her cry. It was Byerly, though--Byerly, who lied about everything except what a coward he was. She squeezes Sonia's hand, the fingers so cool and soft against her skin.

"That asshole," she mutters, her throat tightening beyond its present hoarseness. Her head's swimming with the thought. Byerly went to the Cetas. Not just gone, gone to the enemy. Every other thing she could possibly keep in her mind is burned out of it. Her eyes find Sonia's, and under the glaze of illness, she can't keep any of the outrage from her expression. "He's a Barrayaran."
dendarii: (no shit)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-30 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well. He'll certainly press. The question is if he can press enough. ]

Why doesn't she want to, then?
protocol: (► recreation and forestry)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-30 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Probably not -- not his secret to tell, and Wash has similar rules to Miles in that he takes those far, far more seriously than his own. He would tell you otherwise, Miles. Sorry. ]

Promise me you'll thank her for me. [ You've not actually said you would, yet. ]