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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.
littlemissfutility: (14)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-31 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
There's the momentary black spots at the edge of her vision, and she's half leaning against the man. Ratchet. Weird name. When her sight clears, she reaches for the canteen--the last thing she wants is to sit here and be fed and watered like a one-year-old. "Fine--fine."
asafepairofhands: (human - unamused)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Ratchet lets her take it without fuss, propping her up carefully.

"I know you probably feel like garbage but you're doing pretty all right, under the circumstances. Just take it slow--as soon as you're keeping down liquids again you should be fine."
asafepairofhands: (human - grump)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Bit of Greek, too, though it seems like they're a minority. It's a mix.

[Ratchet hesitates, then sits down a little closer to the fire, leaning his elbows on his knees and shrugging one shoulder.]

They're a mess, but that's about standard. The lack of equipment is driving me up a wall but we seem to be doing all right treating flu patients without it, for the most part.
protocol: (► ladderpoints is now upon us)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-31 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. I was in there helping out for a while, staring at the dwindling supply of synergine, trying to allocate the best we could.

[ His expression's grim, mostly focused on the fire, glancing up briefly as Ratchet sits down. ]

Seems like we might be finally getting through the worst of it, though. [ Tipping his head slightly, looking up at Ratchet. ] Just when we got a doctor.
asafepairofhands: (human - what the hell)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
York and I managed to smuggle some supplies out of the Cetagandan camp when we left, too, so that helped. [Ratchet shakes his head.] Believe me, I'd welcome a slow day, if only because that'd mean a good turn for the rest of the camp. Doesn't look like I'll get one anytime soon, though, even if the infected rate does seem to be leveling out.
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-31 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
You guys did what you could. I'd be helping out in the med tent, too, but I've mostly just found the time to visit with mine, at least.

[ He's been busy getting shot and failing at missions, apparently. ]

CMO, right? Surgeon? [ Wash remembers things. He shifts slightly where he's seated, folding one knee against his chest and propping up an elbow over it, loosely linking his hands together. ] Ever dealt with this kind of thing?
vorrutyer: (super broody)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-31 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He stays as still as he can for as long as he can when she cuts off his breathing. His heartbeat seems to grow louder and louder in his ears, until it's all he can hear - his heartbeat, and a growing rush of sound. The world starts to mist and sparkle at the edges as his automatic panic reflexes kick in and he fights to control them. Slowly, involuntarily, the trembling of his hands and lips turns into twitching, and his feet start to kick; for the first time, he breaks eye contact as his eyes roll back a little in his head. His jaw falls open, slackening, his mouth gaping for the breaths that do not and cannot come. He arches. He's dizzy and blessedly blissfully absent - there's no worry, no fear, no unhappiness. All the guilt of his betrayal, the terror at his position - it washes away. There's nothing but her soft strong hands at his throat and the sublime burning in his chest and the rabbity twitching of his feet...

But even gone he cannot be fully gone. There's always the awareness of his vulnerabilities and responsibilities. As much as he wants her to go on until he loses consciousness, he can't...His hand comes up, unsteadily, shakily. As his vision grays, he grabs her arm and squeezes. ]
asafepairofhands: (human - unsure)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. My second is an epidemiologist by necessity, if not actually by trade or formal training. I came in at the tail end of an engineered biomedical attack where he was stationed--some kind of wasting virus--and helped him clean up. Though, at least that one was cooked up in a lab so we had a vaccine ready and I could just punch the guy responsible until he gave it to me so we could make more. Building one from scratch was a pain.
symmetricks: (pic#10950172)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-31 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Talent. As though anyone in the world couldn't become better with practice.

[ Her arms fold delicately in front of her as she tilts her head at him. ]

Hard work and dedication, applied to something you are passionate about, will result in all the 'talent' one needs.
protocol: (► mysterious as the dark long of a shoe)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-31 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
That sounds -- eventful. Full-on biomedical attack, huh? [ Yikes. He might have to ask more about your service history, sometime, it sounds. Interesting. ] This flu's a common occurrence here apparently, according to the locals, so at least it wasn't that.

[ He sure thought it might be. ]

-- How's York been holding up?
littlemissfutility: (27)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-31 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth holds the canteen in both hands, trying not to let her attention linger on the smell of the container. She takes a breath through her mouth and sips a little of the water. It goes down rough--she can feel when it hits her stomach--but it's cool on her sore throat.

And that's enough for her, as far as she's concerned. (This is not, perhaps, her wisest moment.) She offers the canteen back to Ratchet.
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-31 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah.

[ He taps a finger against his lips. ]

But to be able to work hard - that's a gift in and of itself. Plenty of people are born without strong wills.

[ Then, with a sigh - ]

Besides, my birthright means I'm not supposed to work. In my family, we're either supposed to go into the military, be politicians, or do nothing at all. To be a musician would be an embarrassment of the first order.

[ Which is the thing that makes him most want to do it. But, alas, he really doesn't have the talent for true musicianship. Which is...a pity. He'd actually have liked that life. ]
symmetricks: (pic#10950176)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-31 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And she thought she'd finally made a friend. Well. That was foolish of her in the first place, wasn't it?

The betrayal she feels is pushed back, as hard as she can manage, her face becoming like stone as her eyes flit away. So. That's how it is. How it ever is. She shouldn't have opened herself to a turncoat in the first place, and she won't make that mistake again. Her focus should be on completing her task, if anything.

For Lakshmi's sake. For all of their sakes. ]


I understand.
asafepairofhands: (human - pissed)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Mmmm. [Ratchet rubs absently at one of the scars aching at his wrist before he forces himself to let go, settling back a bit.]

He's managing. [His lips thin, an odd mixture of worry and anger and fondness in his face.] He didn't tell me he was sick until after we were out of the Cetagandan base and into the damn woods, I nearly wrung his neck right there for not letting us wait until he was better to wander around outside for several days. Other than his close brush with being murdered, though, he's holding up fine. His head's all right, his leg's mostly healed up, and he looks like he's going to make a recovery from the flu. I've strictly forbidden him from developing pneumonia--if he keeps to that she should be fine.
symmetricks: (pic#10948811)

[personal profile] symmetricks 2017-03-31 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
You don't seem a soldier to me.

[ That's just matter-of-fact. Could he fight if pressed? Probably. But she's seen a number of soldiers here, career military men. And he does not belong among them, not at all. ]
asafepairofhands: (human - hello)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Ratchet takes the canteen anyway, recapping it. Better for her to have a little bit and keep it down than try for too much and be sick again.

"You feel like sitting up for a bit, or do you want to lay back down?" he asks, reaching up to press two fingers lightly under her jaw, checking her pulse. His touch is gentle and businesslike at the same time and there's a clinical sort of concern on his face, patient and even as he counts in his head and then lets his hand drop again, looking down at her. "Up to you."
protocol: (► once you have a soul)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-31 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That is an interesting look on him, talking about York, and Wash isn't sure he has the best read of it, but it's -- interesting. He listens, though, nodding, something like a smile quirking at the corner of his mouth when he hears about York insisting on getting out as soon as possible, even sick. ]

I would've done the same to him, probably. Don't beat yourself up over it, York's a stubborn one, and there's someone over here he wanted to get to. [ A nod. ] Good to hear he's doing better. Hopefully he isn't as stubborn about the pneumonia thing.
vorrutyer: (god honestly what is this guy's face)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-31 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His smile turns wry - and just a touch melancholy. ]

You see quite clearly, milady. Indeed I'm not. And couldn't ever be, although there was a time when I tried. That is why I have no real place in my world.

[ He looks down, then shrugs with one shoulder. ]

Hence being here. I wouldn't make a good Cetagandan either, but at least I'd be slightly better at that than I was at being a Barrayaran. They have an appreciation for beauty.

[ Upon saying that, he gestures to Satya - the flattery more genuine for the unconsciousness of the gesture. He simply acknowledges her, without hesitation or forethought, as an exemplar of beauty. ]
asafepairofhands: (human - unsure)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
He'd better not be. [Ratchet's tone is ominous even as he seems to relax a bit, looking back over at Wash. His expression is entirely unreadable now.]

Yeah, he mentioned. Carolina, right? Another teammate of yours?
protocol: (► once you have a soul)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-31 05:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Carolina, yeah. Kind of our boss, when we were all serving together.

[ He's not. Going to say too much about her. ]

I'm sure he missed Maine and I, too.
asafepairofhands: (human - what the hell)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
He had some unresolved business with her, if I recall what he told me correctly.

[Ratchet's face is softening a little, but he looks down at his hands instead of at Wash.]

But yes, he missed you both too. Though, the only things I know about Maine are that he's extremely tall and that he once semi-accidentally dropped a wall on York and let a grenade go off in his face, so I've been reserving judgment.
protocol: (Default)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-31 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Some very unresolved business. Wash turns to the fire, watching Ratchet out of the corner of his eye. He still can't quite read him, but it's none of his business, really, is it. ]

Seven feet tall and part of the reason York couldn't see shit on his left, yeah. [ A pause. ] Or well, he used not be able to.

[ He's still getting used to the new eye, thing, and it still instinctively makes him wary. It seems to be suiting York well enough though, as far as he's seen. ]

Maine's -- kind of a wild one. Not that he isn't a fucking asshole sometimes, but end of the day we were all still a team. Somehow.
asafepairofhands: (human - hello)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. His eye's healed up too, by the way, and as far as I can tell they didn't do anything screwy with it. I dug around in some of the medical files while everybody was too busy trying not to die to bother to keep up with what I was working on. He should be all right.

[Ratchet's eyes flick back to Wash, considering, before he nods.]

Honestly? If you trust him at your back, that's pretty much enough for me.
protocol: (► recreation and forestry)

[personal profile] protocol 2017-03-31 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
That's -- good to hear. Some reassurance's better than none. [ Meeting Ratchet's eye, a genuine gratitude in his voice. ] York leapt into that way too fast, even if they didn't do anything. They could have.

I'd trust him with my life. I think we all would. [ Him, Carolina, York. Maybe Tucker. Maybe. Has Ratchet even met Tucker, god, what if Tucker sees him and York and -- ah. He really should say something about that, shouldn't he. ] -- Hey, uh. Listen.

[ . . . This is going to be awkward. ]
asafepairofhands: (human - what the hell)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-31 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Agreed, though I'm glad he did after the fact.

[Ratchet eyes the look on Wash's face, equal parts wary and fascinated.]

...I'm listening.