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

[ march ii log: ageless beauty ]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Here are the unabridged mission results.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Here are the unabridged mission results.

Note: Negri, Amai, Zahal, and Olivia are available for threads by request only. Please hit up Madi (Negri & Amai) or Ammay (Zahal & Olivia) respectively for you want threads with either of those NPCs. You can also request a thread with Village Speaker Yakiv Gura if you want, in which case hit up Madi.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-19 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
It's the cough that wakes him, the flu having worked its way from his throat into his lungs while he traveled. His whole body is wracked by it now, enough that he has to wake up to roll over and curl up on his side, coughing until he sees stars and struggling to catch his breath. It isn't until he's lying there, weak and gasping, that he opens his eyes to realize someone is sitting beside him. Not an attendant, they come and go as quickly as they can to get to everyone. Not Ratchet, he'd be holding his hand or rubbing his back by now. Who, then?

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

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

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

"It's me."

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

"I got your messages," he says, voice rough as he tucks a lock of hair behind her ear.
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[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-19 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
That smile and that one simple touch undoes the knot instantly. She smiles back, still a little unsure bit not so ready to abort the entire mission and run off.

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

"I can't believe you went in there. They've got guns, you know... Did you bring a sword? I'd pay to see you with a sword." It's easier to talk about that than anything real, to picture her swordfighting rather than falling from a cliff.
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[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-19 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
"It wasn't the first time. That night when Maine ran into you and Wash... I was there, too." If she hadn't agreed to be split up to go with Miles she might have been able to see him months ago. Instead she only found out in the aftermath when Maine mentioned it as an afterthought. York and Wash were there. She squeezes his hand in hers, letting go of the blanket in favor of reassuring herself that he's really there, too.

"You can see me with a sword when you get out of here," She says. "They let me have a knife now, too, since I work for the princess." It feels surreal to be talking about this. Swords and princesses like this a fantasy movie instead of the middle of a war with someone who has been dead for years.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-19 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Right, when I get out of here. I promised Ratchet no pneumonia..." A promise he's been able to keep so far, at least, though he can feel each breath rattle a bit. He pushes himself up to sitting and takes the cup with his free hand, sipping the water and shivering as his fevered mind jumps from one thought to the next. "You have to meet Ratchet. And I brought these things -- they call them flimsies. For Maine. I think they're still in my bag."

He has no idea where that bag wound up, though, as they took it away before he was brought in to see Piotr.

Wait.

"There's a princess? Lakshmi didn't mention royalty." Lakshmi. Fever-bright eyes widen. "Is she okay?"
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[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-19 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
It's hard to keep up once he gets started jumping from subject to subject with barely a connection to follow. Meeting Ratchet, flimsies for Maine to Sonia and Lakshmi. Her head feels like it's been stuffed full of cotton, making it hard to think clearly. What she wouldn't give to have her healing unit back.

"Lakshmi is fine, she got back safely thanks to you." She turns her face toward her shoulder as a cough rips its way out of her chest and makes her hunch over as the ache in her chest reasserts itself. She feels like she's cracked a rib from all the coughing.

"I'd like to meet him. Ratchet, I mean."
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-19 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Good. She wasn't doing so well when they escaped," York says, then frowns as Carolina coughs, his grip on her hand tightening for a moment. She shouldn't be up, but he's certainly not going to tell her to leave him and go back to her own bedroll. Maybe they could switch?

"He's in here somewhere... you'll get to." A quick glance around the tent and he spots Ratchet, actually, across the way working with a patient. "There." He points with the cup of water before taking another sip. "Damn workaholic." His voice is fond, though. Then his gaze settles back on her, soft and worried. "Do you need to lie down?"

There's so much they need to talk about, and he has no idea where or how to start.
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[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-19 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm okay." Probably, anyways. It would probably be more convincing if there wasn't a wheeze when she breathed too deeply now. She tries to remind herself she's been worse off than this but she almost wishes she could deal with a stab wound instead of the slow debilitating ache that came with the flu.

Looking over at Ratchet, she makes a note of his face. "He looks nice." And he does, from what she can see. Though the real impression is from York's tone. If he likes Ratchet that's honestly good enough for her. She focuses back on York and as she looks at him something hits her like a bolt of lightning.

Before she can help herself she's touching his face right where the grenade tore a scar into his skin. "You got your eye fixed..."
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-19 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
"We're switching when I finish this," he tells her, watching her carefully. "He's really nice. I--" but then Carolina is looking back at him and touching his face where he's most sensitive, right around the scar. Of course. Wash didn't warn her?

"Yeah." His eyes flutter shut at the feel of her hand, so that she can't see just how well the new eye matches his good one. "They offered, and without Delta..." God but he misses Delta. He hasn't fully recovered from the ejection, either. Which reminds him of what he'd been saying. "Well, I was pretty messed up when I got here."
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[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-19 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
She pulls her hand back when she realizes what she's doing, looking unsure again. This used to be easy back before she ruined things. She's never been very good with physical affection, not like York was. Is. But talking about Delta only reminds her of Epsilon's absence, how she still has moments where she waits for Church to

"I'm sorry about Delta," She says and genuinely means it. "I lost Chu-" She stops, swallows as she realizes her near slip. "Epsilon. He didn't come along when I ended up here."
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-19 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
York opens his eyes again when Carolina stops touching him, and something about her expression has him holding her hand a little tighter. "Epsilon...? Wash still hasn't told me what happened." He doesn't ask how Carolina wound up with him, though, her tone clearly stating she's not up for talking about it. Instead he just tries to explain as best he can, from his work in the neurology lab. "We think it's the implants. Mine's deactivated and my brain isn't too happy about it. I'd probably have wound up in a holding cell going crazy if Ratchet hadn't looked after me."
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[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-19 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
"It's not really my story to tell." Church told her what he'd tried to do inside Wash's head because of all the pain he was in, pain that he left with Wash as a side effect. The mention of their implants is probably the least surprising thing.

"It's always worse the first time." Carolina says. She'd been a mess after Eta and Iota had been ripped out of her head. The injuries and the reaction from her implant... it was a miracle she'd been able to function well enough to get to civilization after the crash. "I'm glad he helped you cope with it. I-" No. Abort. Abort. She can't say she missed him, can she? Maybe something more general.

"We were-" No abort that too.

"I... I was worried. After everything I heard."
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-19 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
"He'll tell me when he's ready. I think he's still in shock that I'm here." That I'm alive hangs between them, unsaid. He knows. Does Carolina know Wash told him? "Are you?" is what he settles for. She's had time to prepare but there's still a sense of awe between them, two people who really never believed they'd see one another again. "Because I'm not going to lie, this is..." Amazing. Awkward? Harder than he expected. "Surreal."
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[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-19 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
"A little," She admits. "I've... had some time to adjust. Because of Maine." Another dead friend, his mind gone long before the reds and blues put his body down. "I still don't understand how this even happened." And yet seeing him with her own eyes still makes something in her chest twist. Or maybe that's just the flu.

"How much did Wash tell you?" Did he know about The Future? The things Carolina did and said when she was so damn angry over everything?
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-19 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Not much about you, if that's what you're getting at. He told me his side of what happened after Freelancer, and then that you were alive, that you survived. That you two were working with sim troopers." There's more to it, though. She's different, York can see that, of course he can. Se never would have sent him that message if she wasn't but being in front of her, talking to her now...

"Carolina? I never got to-- I didn't come to you, back then. Couldn't give you more so maybe you could have trusted me." She doesn't hate him, but he still need to say it. "I'm sorry."
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[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-19 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
He was apologizing. Carolina stares at him blankly as it sinks in because one of them needs to apologize and it certainly isn't him.

"You shouldn't be. I told you back then; You couldn't trust me," She says before another cough wracks her body. It's worse than her last coughing fit leaving her with watering eyes and a raw throat. But she starts talking again in spite of that pain because she needs to say it. She knows one of the medics will chase her off soon after that if they noticed and doesn't want to leave it unsaid.

"The Director had me so twisted up I didn't trust anyone... he made sure of it and by the time I realized..." She squeezes his hand in hers, unable to finish the sentence. By the time she realized it was too late.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing, not you."
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-19 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"...no."

York hesitates, studying her face closely, then sets his cup down and frees his hand from hers. Not because he wants to pull away, no. Just so that he can have both hands free as he shifts closer, pulling her into a hug. I'm sorry I died is just ridiculous, so he doesn't say it. He's still trying to cope with that news, anyway, so it's better that she didn't use the actual words.

"It wasn't our fault," he murmurs into her hair.
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[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-19 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
The hug makes her tense up for a moment before relaxing into it. Sad as it may sound she honestly can't remember the last time anyone hugged her. It feels good, though, and she ends up wrapping her arms around him before she can talk herself out of it.

"Feels like my fault." She's been living with her guilt for a long time now, letting it go will take time. "I was supposed to watch out for everyone."
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-19 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
He's not going to tell her that it wasn't her job, because it was a duty she'd assigned herself. As leader, and just as who she is. But what he will tell her is that she did that job as well as she could with the tools she was given. With the odds stacked against them all.

"You did, you know. You were a good leader... I'm sure you still are." The corner of his mouth quirks up, and though she can't see it she'll probably hear it in his voice. "You're different, but some things never change. You always cared about your team."
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[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-19 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
No she wasn't. She was too competitive, too angry, too caught up in trying to get the Director's approval. She'd neglected all of them because she'd been blinded. And in the end it had broken the team. But she did care about them, still carried the hurt of knowing that she and Wash were the only survivors. She should have seen what was happening to Maine, should have recognized stress points building among them. But his words help all same.

Her arms tighten around him a little, not much since the flu has stolen so much of her strength but enough to be noticeable. "Thanks, York." He always knew what to say.
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-19 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Whether she believes it or not, he does. It's not like any of the rest of them were better suited to lead. He and North might have muddled through here and there, but they just weren't cut out for it. In any case she seems to accept his words now, and when she holds him closer something warm spreads through his chest, like relief but happier. Except then he needs to cough again, and pulls back abruptly to turn his face away from her and hack for a moment.

This really isn't the ideal reunion.

"Ugh. I'm gonna kill Tarn."
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[personal profile] startpoint 2017-03-19 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
What a reunion, both of them sick as dogs as they try and talk out the mountain of baggage between them. Carolina lets him go so he can cough, chest aching in sympathy. The coughing is the worst in her own opinion, she hates the way it's worn down her strength and left her hurting.

"Who's Tarn?"
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[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-20 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
York stays folded in on himself for a moment as the pain of coughing passes, then reaches for her hand again with his not-coughed-in one. He'd really like to lie back down, but not while she has to stay sitting up beside him.

"Just some psycho the wormhole puked out a few weeks back. He spit in my face when I took him to the medbay sick... Cetaganda can keep him, he'd just better not touch my friends."

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