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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.
komarran: (one day i'll turn terrorist)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-31 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Wash only has part of the story right. That's the posting Duv came from, but not the one he's going to. Thankfully. He had enough trouble at the damn embassy on Earth.

He raises a brow at Wash. So far the man has asked only pieces that would be common knowledge in Duv's time, the only secret is Byerly's position in the military. Byerly was an unknown quantity and for now, Duv has to assume the man is working against them for whatever reason. ]


Not yet. I'll tell you when you start delving into classified information.
startpoint: (59)

[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-31 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
It's almost a relief being back in her bedroll for a while when the simple act of sitting and talking leaves her feeling like she's been run over by a warthog. Carolina ends up falling asleep in minutes curled up beneath her blankets and feeling the lightest she has in a long time. She got to apologize to him.

Unfortunately the flu doesn't let her rest for long, her fever spiking as she lays there shivering. The fever causes her to zone in and out as she lays there and it feels like between one blink and the next suddenly York is there, grinning like a madman because he figured out a smarter way to sneak over.

"I don't know, they're pretty observant..." And even though the chills make her feel like she'll never be warm again she can't help her smile.
protocol: (► all the strength of raging fire beetle)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-31 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ And Wash, on the other hand, is all but sure that isn't the case with Byerly, but the last thing he wants to do is spread that suspicion around. He nods, though, but there's a lift of an eyebrow. ]

Does what's classified really matter that much, anymore? [ You're a little far from home, aren't you. He's teasing, though, at least partially. ]
startpoint: (05)

[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-31 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Feeling good enough to beat you up if I have to.

[ It's all talk of course, especially in her current state, but she knows how to play the game. After a moment's pause she grins at him, the expression bright on her face. ] Though this might be your chance to beat me in a fight.

[ Everyone needs a handicap at some point, Wash. ]

How's everything going? I know the General has some missions planned. [ Missions she can't participate in because she's sick. She can't even help keep an eye on Sonia. Being grounded isn't something she's good at. ]
startpoint: (77)

[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-31 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
The water Carolina took without complaint, forcing herself to take small sips. She'd learned early on that no matter how thirsty she felt her stomach would punish her if she tried to drink too much at once.

"You really know how to make a girl feel special, Tucker."

But it was nice to have him there and know that he wasn't sick. Out of everyone from their world she was the only one to catch the flu which was a relief.

"I need to be healthy again," It was said without ire but the longing to be on her feet again is apparent. "But I think I just need to wait this out."
komarran: (oh fuck me there goes my career)

[personal profile] komarran 2017-03-31 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, [ he answers without hesitation. ]

Everything I've taught you is public knowledge.
natalia_vdova: (surprise)

[personal profile] natalia_vdova 2017-03-31 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Those are the sort of stories she knows, familiar things she could have traded story for story with Wash. Maybe sometime they would. But he's not wrong, not really. There's that way they understand each other, people broken in frightfully similar ways. Because she's miserable too, deep down, under the layers and the lies.

She looks up at him, matching his smile with one of her own. She can see that he can tell the difference, the way that punching Byerly had been different from her fingers around his throat. Not just in the context but in the layers; she might have legitimately strangled him when she'd thrown him against the wall, but it wouldn't have been like it had in the forest. She'd never do something like that in anger, never when she was that far out of control.

And yet, it got to her, he got to her, made her skin crawl, the way he gasped, the way his body trembled under her, how he leaned up into the press of her fingers as she stole his breath, how his pulse came fast and her breath quickened to match. She sighs and there's a nod of her head, a lift of an eyebrow that says he can't possibly be surprised.]
Yeah.

[But there's a tilt of her head, looking at him with a slight shake of her head as her smile curls into something a little lopsided with a breath that's not quite laughter, rubbing absently against where Byerly's teeth had caught on her knuckles, split the skin when she punched him.] And I wouldn't.

[Her words leave half the sentiment unsaid, but she figures he can catch up to what she means. She wouldn't, if he hadn't liked it, hadn't invited it, agreed to play it safe. She wouldn't push, wouldn't take. Not sexually. She's sure that this conversation isn't normal. Pretty sure people don't talk to men they're attracted to about consensual breathplay with someone she's not entirely sure she wouldn't shove off a fucking cliff if the situation arose, but, well. She's not normal, is she?]
dendarii: (solpadeine111)

[personal profile] dendarii 2017-03-31 10:28 am (UTC)(link)
... I asked my father much the same question once. Except then it was more a question of honor vs. reputation.
vorrutyer: (world-weary (and smug))

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-31 10:49 am (UTC)(link)
Hah. And what did he have to say about it?
protocol: (► all the strength of raging fire beetle)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-31 10:56 am (UTC)(link)
Careful, boss. [ A grin, a playful not-at-all-punch against Carolina's shoulder. ] You're giving me reasons to try and keep you sick.

[ He rolls his shoulders back slightly at her next question, a bit of a frown crossing his features. Again, just a lot more open with Carolina than he is with anyone else. He's anxious about this, worried about the mission, for obvious reasons and others he can't quite share. ]

We'll be hitting the base tomorrow. Guess we ran out of dead bodies to dismember, so we're just grabbing medical supplies, instead. Tucker's going, too, different team from me. [ He'd be with Miles, and Wash and Miles would both be searching for more than just vaccines and antibiotics, and if -- if something happens, better Tucker than anyone else. Wash still worries, shifting next to her bedroll, propping his elbow up on one kneecap. ] Should be easy, in and out. Apparently they've been hit pretty hard by the plague, too. Nice to have something where how damn many of them there are is a disadvantage.
protocol: (► to beat hungary!)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-31 11:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ This reminds him a bit of that first conversation they had in the training room. It's more comfortable, here, strangely -- maybe because now they already know how mirrored they are. But ah, he understands immediately, the way she shakes her head, the way she says I wouldn't.

Wash is the same. He wouldn't, either. As terrible as he is, as much as he seeks out people to indulge the terrible impulses he struggles with -- he seeks them out carefully, finds people who understand what the fuck they're getting into. Wash does take, but only what he's given, at least when it comes to this, and for him that might be part of the thrill, anyway, that willing exchange, the idea that someone is giving him that much, trusting him with that much. The complete control. It's been a while, a long while since he's done anything like it, but he does always love that moment when their eyes start to roll back a little, when it's clear how much they're fighting that instinctive impulse to struggle and buck and squirm for the sake of making this last, when Wash leans close with his hand tightening over their throats and he murmurs something fucking filthy right against the breaths they're struggling to take. And the bruises, after. The marks on their skin. he does always like that, too.

He nods. An implicit understanding. And venturing a little, even if it seems a little obvious at this point, drifting half a step closer and reaching out to her hand where she's rubbing over her knuckles, just barely closing his fingers over the back of her hand, thumb lightly tracing over where her skin split against Byerly's teeth. ]


Did you like it?
asafepairofhands: (human - unsure)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Huh. Some time travel. A couple friends came back from the dead recently, though one of them was a duplicate from another timeline split off from ours who never actually died, so I guess he doesn't count. One of my best friends' boss went completely insane and tried to murder half of everybody. Pharma helped with that one--he didn't die at Delphi, apparently. First Aid shot him to death afterward, I think. And I've been hauling my tailpipe all over the stupid galaxy looking for Drift, who left right after an insane serial killer was let loose on the ship and took out four people before we shoved him back into his cell, jettisoned it into space, and blew it up. I'm summarizing a lot, here."

Ratchet looks over at York, eyeing him askance, though the slant of his mouth is wry.

"Whatever else things are on The Lost Light, and there are a kaleidoscope of less-than-flattering terms I could use, it's never boring."
asafepairofhands: (human - what the hell)

[sickbay]

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Most of the same stuff that's going on in here, to be perfectly honest with you," Ratchet says, smoothing sweat-damp hair back from her face and pressing the turn of his wrist to her temple and frowning at the temperature. "You aren't missing much. I'm Ratchet--just got here from the Cetagandan side. What's your name, and have you been keeping fluids down? They don't exactly keep detailed charts on everyone here."
asafepairofhands: (human - what the hell)

B

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Sonia has been on Ratchet's periphery since he started work in the medical tent--she's clearly untrained, but she's here and she's helping, which is more than good enough for him, particularly with how ass-backwards everything seems to be around here with no technical equipment. How the hell did humans manage like this? Without diagnostic tools powered by actual electricity this is even more of a stupid guessing game than normal, which is saying quite a bit. At least he has a good idea what most of these people are sick with.

"You," he says, catching at her elbow as she passes him without a clear end destination and without anything in her hands. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name, but beds four and six, the two there, they both need water and a change of blankets by now." It occurs to him both that he doesn't have the authority here to order anybody to do anything and also that he's being more than a bit of an ass. "I mean, if you aren't in the middle of anything else. Please." He rubs the back of one wrist hard against an eye and collects himself a little more. "Hell. I'm Ratchet, by the way." His hands are still moving as he talks, folding a cloth with brisk efficiency, wetting it and wringing it out to put on a patient's forehead without really looking and his hand pushing their sweat-damp hair away from their face as he does, an absent gesture. "It's nice to meet you."
asafepairofhands: (human - what the hell)

GUARD DUTY

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, it isn't like Ratchet's getting any sleep yet, and he can't spend all his time in medical, as much as he'd like too. He's walking outside when he spots Lakshmi and recognizes her, even bundled up--the body language is a dead giveaway, even with how little he saw her. He moves closer, careful to make some noise so he doesn't startle her.

"Hey," he says, his voice low as he comes just to within arm's reach, his eyes on her face. "Glad to see you made it."
asafepairofhands: (human - hello)

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[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ratchet outside of the medical tent is a rare sight, but it does happen, particularly at night when most of his patients are resting. He catches sight of Washington by a fire and hesitates before he moves closer, next to the fire but not quite next to Wash, and he doesn't sit down.]

Washington. [This is as much of a greeting as he's getting, probably, though there's a hint of warm relief in Ratchet's voice.] Good to see you again. ...are you learning Russian?
lovernotafighter: (Default)

[personal profile] lovernotafighter 2017-03-31 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[It was too much to expect, but it was nice to at least think that maybe Tucker would have. Still, it was hard to pinpoint time when he had been completely freaking out, unsure what it was, what had attacked them, what had dropped the guy, so he shrugged a little.] Not five. I mean, it felt like forever, but it was probably just like two or three. Next time I’m with him, I’ll make sure to keep a freaking stopwatch.

[Oh, come on, Wash, he sort of at least knew that. It wasn’t like he was Doc.] I’m not stupid enough to put my hand in there; I just didn’t want them to bite his tongue or chip his teeth so I tried to use my gloves? You know, not while wearing them. [But the praise, goddamn, that felt good, worked out the worst of anger and just replaced it with an easing calmness he had been lacking. He had done well. Fuck yeah, he had.]

We didn’t actually have “a while”, Wash; we should have been mowed down in that room. I don’t know how we weren’t. [Luck. Fucking luck, it had to be.] All he told me was that he would be kicked out of the camp if it got out. Which – by the fucking way – is stupid! In what way does that make any sense!? Fuck, this place is just dumb.
littlemissfutility: (71)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-31 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Beth." She blinks up at him dazedly as he checks her temperature--probably? Is that what he's doing? He seems enough like a doctor, probably more than she did when she was doing this.

At the moment, she feels too crappy to care much. It takes too much energy just to shake her head and hope he knows she means no, I haven't been keeping fluids down. The less she talks right now, the better.
protocol: (► all the force of an angry campfir)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-31 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ah, Ratchet. He's not really spoken to Ratchet much since he'd arrived back in camp, even though he's been here for a while -- the man's been busy in the medical tent, and Wash has only been in and out of there to visit with Carolina and York whenever he could spare the time. And well, when he'd been brought back unconscious for the second time, but. He'd left in a hurry.

He's friendly enough, looking up at him, nodding. ]


Ratchet. [ Looking back to what he was tracing in the snow. ] Yeah, from some of the natives. Might as well, right?
asafepairofhands: (human - hello)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nice to meet you, Beth," he says, his voice as gentle as it ever gets as he leans in to slide an arm around her shoulders. "I'm going to help you sit up and try to drink something. You need to keep hydrated, and it'll help your throat, c'mere."
littlemissfutility: (12)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-31 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth groans, her eyes shutting tight for a second or two. Just the thought of sitting up makes her woozy, and more water isn't a great reward for the effort.

"'m sick of barfing," she mutters, making a face. She doesn't fight his help, but she doesn't put more than minimal effort into pushing herself up from the bedroll.
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-31 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Two or three, okay, good. He'll check with Miles later, ask if that's normal for him -- but no, Tucker, goddamn it, not right after he just told you you did good. ]

Don't put anything in their mouths, was my point. Not a glove, not anything, okay? Just -- for next time, if there's ever one.

[ And hopefully there won't be. He listens though, nods, his expression grim, he knows it'd have been a massive risk, with Miles as incapacitated as he was, with their cover already blown and Tucker trying to carry him on his back . . . At least he's well trained for that. He sighs. ]

It's cruel, but a lot of things on Barrayar are. [ That doesn't mean he approves. He definitely fucking doesn't. ] He'd be kicked out, and with how slim the options are and this being the dead of winter, he'd easily die out there.

-- Do you know how these people ended up here, Tucker?
asafepairofhands: (human - what the hell)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ratchet nods, watching Wash's face. He remembers the look on it when Wash turned back to see that York had fallen, barely, and he wants to tell Wash he did the right thing, that he's glad Wash is well, that he's relieved all of York's friends are finally in one place--but Wash hadn't been particularly enthusiastic when Ratchet had tried to reach out to him before, and there's no real reason for that to have changed. He shoves the emotion down and gestures to the Cyrillic on the ground.]

Let me know if you want any help. Though, full disclosure, I know Earth Russian and not the local dialect. Having some French is good too.
asafepairofhands: (human - tired)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Being dehydrated is part of what's making you feel like this, and I bet you're sick of that, too," Ratchet says reasonably as he sits next to her on the bedroll and braces her against his shoulder so she can lean back against him, one arm still around her as he lifts a canteen to her mouth, his grip careful. "Just a couple of sips, see how that goes, all right? Then I'll stop harassing you for now."
protocol: (► once you have a soul)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-31 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wash still has his misgivings about Ratchet, just instinctively, but he knows how to play nice with people when he has to, and well -- he's a good actor. If Ratchet's waiting for some sign of it, he'll get none, Wash is conversational and maybe not exactly warm but that's just his default rather than anything pointed at Ratchet specifically. ]

Local dialect's not too far off, I think. I knew a couple Russian words here and there. And I'm pretty sure French is spoken -- somewhere, around here. [ Who knows, man. ] How're things in the med tent?