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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: (92)

beth greene | barrayar

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-18 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[art show]

Beth's not particularly good at art, per se, not the kind that Sonia makes--but she loves music, and Sonia says there's room enough for that in her show as well. She drags a tall chair in and sits perched in it, near some of Sonia's photographs, her hands in her lap.

"I'll sing something for you," she offers, when people come up to her in search of her art. "If you want."

Her voice might be slightly huskier than usual, her cheeks a little too pink, but she's not sick. Just ask her. Or just listen, since her voice is still a pretty good way to listen to Tom Waits.

[around camp]

Seriously, she's not sick--though after two weeks of doing almost nothing but trying to save everyone else, she needs a break. Watching people die starts to wear on you, and so does the darkness and the stench. When she realizes that she's tempted not to get up in the mornings, Beth knows she needs a change from what she's been doing.

That's why she's back at it with the stables and the mess hall again, along with the traps she's been learning to set with Daryl. She'll be all around the camp, albeit a little slower--a little clumsier--than usual. Nearly (or actually?) cutting a finger in the mess, making a mess of a knot on a trap, wobbling through mucking out the stables...

Or, hell, getting her ass handed to her in the armory. If you've ever wanted to win a knife fight against a teenage girl, here's your opportunity.

[sickbay]

Okay, fine, she's sick. And she's back in the sickbay tent, though this time, it's on one of the bedrolls, the blankets pulled up around her chin. Beth's not at death's door, but it feels like it to her, between the fever and the puking and the way every muscle in her body seems to ache.

"What's going on out there?" she mumbles, just about every time someone sits down with her, whether for treatment or visiting. Her willingness to put up with doctoring ranges, depending on how worn out she is at the moment.

[wildcard]

[I'm happy to accommodate other threads as well! Start something up or PM this journal/PP [plurk.com profile] prettydoes if you'd like to discuss other options.]
pigsfeet: 1/2. chew. (chew chew chew chew chew)

daryl dixon | barrayar mostly ota.

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-18 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
a. QUEEN AMONG THE HEATHER | locked to lakshmi.
Daryl hasn't bathed in months, months before he showed up in Barrayar, even. Not since the prison, and even then, he was careful about it. Private bathing is a thing of the distant past, and Daryl is a man who appreciates his privacy. He sees the long line to the bath tent, and waits it out.

At four in the morning, no one is awake to stop him. It's not warm, but it's not frigid, either. Daryl has survived worse.

He wanders into the tent in the cover of night, and finally, finally begins to wash.
b. NOTHING TO IT | archery range, ota.
To get any kind of respect and trust in this place, you have to prove yourself. That's how it works anywhere, but it still chafes at Daryl's pride. He knows he'd be better with a bow if he switched to the crossbows they have, but they have more longbows, and he shouldn't be so dependent on them. He's been practicing before he got sick, and when he recovers, he's right back at it.

When he thinks he's ready, he asks the quartermaster for someone to train him. They lead him onto the field and one of the better bowmen shows him the ropes, how to draw, how to aim. Daryl's been bringing back rabbits and fat rats for weeks now, and they really ought to know better, but it seems a fair segment of the soldiers think an outsider can't really shoot, not for combat.

Daryl knocks his first arrow, and it's not a bullseye, but it's damn close. The next is closer. By the fourth, he's hit bullseye, and he goes from there, shooting each with a keen eye and a calm demeanor.

That said, this is about the closest Daryl's gotten to smiling in months. The instructor takes the bow back, surly, and Daryl folds his arms triumphantly.
c. WHEN I WRITE THE BOOK | art show, ota.
Daryl was nagged into attending, which is the entire reason he's here. He doesn't have much of an appreciation for art, so he just nods and shrugs along as people present their pieces. If asked to comment, he'll shrug, or shake his head. It's all he can really do.

Staring out into the space between the camp and the trees, he sees a mouse scurrying nearby. Daryl draws an arrow and shoots, managing to nail the little thing on the second attempt. It ran right into the art show.

He leaves it there. "Yeah," he says, and there's something like humor in his voice, "that's my piece."
d. SAWDUST MAN | campfire, ota.
Daryl is, at the end of the day, a provider. He keeps to himself, sure, but he can't resist an opportunity to help or pitch in. He doesn't come often to the late night campfires that spring up and draw people to them like moths, but when he does, it's for a reason.

Tonight, he has a dead rabbit and two dead squirrels strung up and hanging off his shoulder. Daryl finds a spare stump and throws the rabbit down on it. He takes out a knife, and begins to cut it open, occasionally pulling bits out of it to eat raw.

If you stare, he'll stare back. Hell, if you don't, he'll still look over at you. "You hungry?" He keeps cutting away the rabbit skin, separating it from the meat inside. "Dinner's on."
e. WILDCARD.
[Daryl will be around, checking on traps, hunting, and generally keeping to himself. He'll try to stay away from the sick tent, though he may be easily convinced to help out there since he now has an immunity. In general, though, Florence Nightingale he ain't. Feel free to come up with whatever suits you, ask if you have any questions, I'm at [plurk.com profile] wehwalt or pel#5780@discord.]
pigsfeet: (have you ever looked at your hand)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-18 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Daryl really doesn't have to watch Beth very closely anymore. Traps are easy, they're repetitive, they're simple. You follow the same steps every time, you get the same result. He's really not worried. He mostly spends his time fiddling with an arrowhead, leaned back against a tree. Soon enough, he won't have to come along with her anymore. Soon enough, she won't need nobody's help.

..Or maybe not. Daryl looks up from his arrowhead with the faint expression of confusion, or maybe disapproval. "Keep on like that," he warns, "you're gonna loose a finger."
littlemissfutility: (06)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-18 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth's thought wander sometimes when she's working--toward what's going on in camp, what's going on at home, away from home again--but her hands have come to know what they're doing. Even in heavy gloves, it's possible to learn to feel your way through the steps of each trap. She's done it before, but today, she's not thinking about anything, just staring into the middle distance.

"Huh?" She glances up at Daryl, but his face doesn't give anything away. And then down at her trap, where she's made a mess of a knot. She's not sure how it happened, but it's bad, and her index finger's holding it together--at least partially. "Oh. Dang."

The realization doesn't feel as immediate as usual, like she's looking at somebody else's hands tangled up in wire.
pigsfeet: (pour one out.)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-18 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Lucky you did it wrong," Daryl says. He kneels down next to her in the damp snow, and puts his big, clumsy hands over hers. "If it was taunt, you'd be bleedin'."

He slides his fingers in over hers, taking the weight of it down so she doesn't loose something.
littlemissfutility: (50)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-18 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Beth's still as he comes over, watching with a distant sort of interest as his hand covers hers. After a moment, she sees what he's doing, and she draws her own hands back.

"I have gloves on," she mutters, reaching out to try and loosen the trap now that it's looped around Daryl's fingers instead. "I wouldn't be bleeding."

Well. Maybe.
pigsfeet: (local pinecone gains sentience)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-18 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Daryl snorts. "Wouldn't be fun." He lets her fix it up, but her hands are sluggish, her movements slow. She should be better than this. Daryl's taught her better.

He looks her over with a curious eye. "How you feeling?"
littlemissfutility: (49)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-18 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fine." Once he's free, she pulls the trap closer, trying to figure out where she went wrong with it. It's impossible, though, to remember what her fingers were doing while she was thinking about nothing. She can kind of see what she should have done, but that's it.

Daryl probably could tell, just looking at it, but she's the one who screwed it up. She wants to fix it herself. "How about you?"
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York [ cetaganda --> barrayar // ota ]

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-18 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
I. last call for the exotics

It's only for another day or so, but York's still on base. He sticks to his schedule in the gym and labs and goes to mess at the usual times, but instead of working in the medbay he now spends his downtime in the common room, wanting to have as much time with his friends as he can. Only Kaidan and Natasha know what's about to happen, of course, to everyone else it simply appears as if he needs a break from looking after the sick.

The night York and Ratchet leave Kurt will find a flimsy tucked beneath his sheets. "Meet me in the village." There's no mention of where, of course, but if Kurt is to guess who the message is from and inquire amongst York's friends, he might get a clue...

II. freeeeeeedom?! (closed to ratchet)

With so much of the base down and out with the flu, they anticipate breaking out to be relatively easy... and they're right. York and Ratchet are able to slip outside that evening unnoticed by patrols, and it's child's play to knock out the two measly guards on the gate. One last glance over his shoulder and York says a silent goodbye to Natasha and Kaidan, hefting his bag of liberated supplies and making for the treeline.

There's just one thing that he didn't mention to Ratchet when they were planning their escape... he's sick. He's been ignoring the tickle in his throat, the waves of nausea, and the flashes of hot and cold. All that mattered once the vaccine's done was getting out of dodge. Now that they've accomplished that, it's like his body gives up fighting. His eyes turn glassy on the hike through the woods as the fever rises, and that little tickle becomes a rough cough. Another few hours of wandering and he starts feeling dizzy, and then all of a sudden he's collapsed in the snow looking confused.

Oh wait there's one other thing. They have no idea where they're going besides 'deeper into the woods', and it'll be awhile before they're found.

III. welcome to barrayar, get your ass to the medical tent

After being lost in the woods for a night and day and night again, York and Ratchet are found by early morning Barrayaran patrols and (after a bit of fuss that they really were coming to help, no they have no weapons, look they brought supplies!) brought into camp, directly to Piotr. Those who catch a glimpse of the newcomers might notice, though, that the one with the scar doesn't look so hot... and after a long debrief he's being hustled to the medical tent. Not allowed or, honestly, in any condition to find his people first. They'll have to come see him in the med tent, because that's where he's going to remain for at least a week.

IV. around camp

Toward the end of the month York will be recovering and venturing out of the med tent. The first thing on his to do list is getting a real bath to wash away the stink of sickness, but after that he'll wander through the camp curiously. You might spot him by the campfire chatting with soldiers, by the armory trying to convince the guard to let him take a peek, sitting and watching people train with swords and crossbows and other weapons he's never used, or wandering in the stables admiring the horses with the wide-eyed awe of someone who's never seen them before. Come say hello to the new guy.

V. wildcard

(( something else? hmu @ [plurk.com profile] cuddlebug or on discord @ Ana#1461 ))
Edited 2017-03-18 22:26 (UTC)
pigsfeet: (monty mceyesore)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-18 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Better'n you," Daryl grumbles. He watches her stare at the trap like it holds impossible secrets. She was better than this on the third day he started training her. She's clever. This is bullshit.

"Shit," he hisses, and reaches out to her, pulling her close. "C'mere." He puts the back of his hand on her forehead, like people do in movies.
asafepairofhands: (human - fffffff)

II. you are In Trouble young man

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-18 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Ratchet remembers how 'simple' the last escape attempt was supposed to be and how it had ended up with two men dead and York's leg half-fried, but this one goes off mostly without a hitch, surprisingly enough. He wishes they'd been able to get more supplies--he has no idea how bad off the Barrayarrans might be from this plague outbreak, but his guess is not much better than the Cetagandans. He's trying to run calculations in his head, how many the supplies would cover, what might help with the flu, the impact of less climate-controlled facilities on the pneumonia the sick eventually develop, but then York topples over like a felled tree and Ratchet feels his heart kick painfully against his rib cage, his face draining white as a sheet.

"York," he hisses, down on one knee at York's side immediately and peeling his gloves off, turning the other man over and pressing a palm to his cheek. He goes very still at the heat of York's skin against his.

"You're sick," he says numbly, before realization begins to set in. "You were sick when we left. When we left the fully stocked medical facility to go wandering around in the damn woods!" He's fumbling to take York's pulse now, his expression angry but a quiet sort of terror starting to blossom in his eyes, dragging York half up off the ground and against him to prop him up. "Did you not get vaccinated? What the hell do you think I worked twenty hours a day in that lab for?"
littlemissfutility: (42)

[personal profile] littlemissfutility 2017-03-18 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Daryl hauls her in, because of course he does. She's not expecting it, she still hasn't gotten back the weight she lost last month, when there was nothing to eat, and even if neither of those things were true, he's stupidly strong when he wants to be. For a moment, she's just wide-eyed, her thoughts taking an extra breath to leave the trap.

"Hey--stop it," she complains, realizing as his hand presses against her skin what he's trying to do. "Your hand's freezing, you know. You're not gonna get my real temperature."
infailtration: (pic#10907487)

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-18 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"I did," he argues weakly, one hand coming up to grip Ratchet's arm for balance as he tries to climb back to his feet. He recognizes fear in Ratchet's eyes and sudden pallor, despite the anger in his voice. Two emotions he didn't want to cause. He'll be fine, he can get back up, he can hack it. He can rest when they make it to camp. "I thought it was just. You know. You get the shot and you feel gross for a couple days. Worst case I had it and I could be sick when we got there."
asafepairofhands: (human - shock)

[personal profile] asafepairofhands 2017-03-18 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, but you're sick right now," Ratchet says, torn between equally compelling urges to drag York in against him and to shove him face down in the half-frozen mud. He tries not to think about the success rate of the vaccine, which was good but not perfect, or the mortality rate of the illness, which was depressingly high, and the number of people he's watched cough and vomit themselves to death over the last few weeks. He settles on pulling York closer, then helping him to his feet.

"We need to move, but not too fast. What we really need is for you to just. Not get pneumonia until we get to camp and I can treat you properly. All right?"
pigsfeet: (cool loner type)

[personal profile] pigsfeet 2017-03-18 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Is that a thing? Does that matter? Daryl wouldn't know, but she might be lying. And she feels warm. "Shut up," he grumbles, and blows some heat on his hands anyway. He rubs them together and tries again. "Screw it. Gonna take you to one'a them doctors."

He stands up, and holds his hand out to help her along.
infailtration: (pic#10907432)

[personal profile] infailtration 2017-03-18 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not that bad, Ratchet, I'm just a little dizzy." He stumbles when Ratchet helps him up, though, and grimaces. "Okay, I'm a lot dizzy. But it'll pass. You're right, we can't stop moving."

It's unlikely the Cetagandans would track them when they have such low resources, if they didn't follow the last batch of escapees, but. Time is not on their side. Even with the slightly warmer weather and the food in their packs they can't survive out in the woods forever. York gives himself a moment, still leaning on Ratchet, until the world stops spinning and slanting out from under him.

"I'm good." A little shaky, but he's got his balance back. "Really. Not gonna get pneumonia."