test drive meme

[barrayarmods]

Playlists by tsarcasm:
Barrayar ⚔ Cetaganda ⚔ The Invasion

Have you read the FAQ?

The Village ⚔ The Barrayaran Camp ⚔ The Cetagandan Base ⚔ The Fight

You've been on Barrayar for a while now, and you're finally starting to adjust. Or maybe you're not. Maybe this is all still too much for you – the attacks, the constant raids, living in the middle of a war zone by no choice of your own. But if you want to live long enough to make it back home one day, you might as well do what you can to help the war effort. Besides, where else are you going to go?

The fierce Barrayaran winter rages even to the southern end of the continent, and it's been none too kind to Vorkosigan's District. Temperatures at sea level are well below freezing, and up in the mountains, it's even colder. Several inches of snow already blanket most of the mountains all the way down to the Cetagandan base, and the storm that's just started up is only bringing more down. Visibility is low in the flurries, wind swirling snow everywhere, and God help you if you get lost on your own out in the storm. Nights are cold, these days.

A recent attack on the Cetagandan base has left half their facilities damaged and in disarray. Raid parties snuck in by night, planting bombs in previously scouted locations for maximum effect. Damage to the base's water treatment plant and organic grow labs have considerably impacted the Cetagandans' food and water supply, and in the chaos caused by the explosions, the Barrayaran guerrillas raided their medbay and made off with a considerable bounty of medical supplies. One man's bane is another man's boon, and while the Cetagandans have reserve supplies to sustain them for now, some of the damage is extensive and the repairs will take time. But in the meantime, the Barrayarans have scored a precious victory as well as equally precious resources.



the village
The Riverfall villagers are used to the harsh winters of the Dendarii mountains, and though they don't have much themselves, they are happy to offer what they can in terms of cold-weather clothing and extra blankets to those allied with the guerrillas. Despite the cold, the hill children are going wild in the snow, and they may try to lure you into their play by sneakily pelting you with snowballs.

Cetagandan allies, however, may not be met so warmly, and at the first sight of ghem soldiers, any children out playing in the snow will be immediately ushered into their homes. Unaccompanied outsiders from the Cetagandan base might have an easier time talking to the hillfolk, but any attempt at digging information about the guerrillas out of them will get you stonewalled fast. A sneaky hill child or two may steal away from their home to approach one of the "bad guy" outsiders to sate their curiosity.



the barrayaran camp
Morale is higher than it has been in a while after their recent victory, and the guerrillas are in high spirits. And do they ever love their spirits – as night falls, most of the Barrayarans gathered around the campfires are enjoying the deceptively named, dangerously alcoholic moonshine they call maple mead. It might start out sweet, but it burns all the way down, and a few glasses of that stuff will tank even the heaviest Barrayaran soldier.

But the storm rages on despite their celebration, and preparations must be made. Clearing as much snow off the tents as possible will help ensure that no tents collapse overnight, the horses need to be tended to, and the officers are always running training drills. Food is in real supply now, but the guerrillas need help foraging and hunting nonetheless. And when night falls, you'll have to find a way to keep yourself warm – it's a good thing there are a cozy ten of you to a tent.



the cetagandan base
The Cetagandans outnumber their guerrilla enemies almost seventy-to-one, so their base has not been completely devastated, but it hardly looks to be the work of a few raiding parties. Nothing is beyond repair, but the water treatment plant has been taken offline, which means that all water is now locally sourced and must be treated by hand with purification tablets. No one in the base will starve, but fresh food is mostly unavailable until they get the grow labs back online, which means that meals are mostly comprised of ration bars and MREs. Morale isn't exactly at an all-time low, but none of the ghem officers seem to be in a good mood.

They won't hesitate to put you to work, either. They need all the engineers and laborers they can get for the grow labs and the treatment plant, and the medbay's inventory needs to be thoroughly audited before they can send a request for more supplies. But if you need a break, it's not too hard to slip away for a little quiet downtime. Some of the lower-ranked ghem ladies might let you participate in some more artistic activities, or maybe some of the enlisted soldiers who are a little more used to you by now might invite you into one of their Cetagandan games of strategy. Or, since the treatment plant only affected potable water, you could appreciate your comfortable surroundings and take a nice hot soak in the bathroom while everyone else is working.


the fight
PVP
You're in the midst of a skirmish with the other side -- maybe you signed up for the battle, maybe you just got caught up in the fight -- but at least it's easy to tell who's on what side. Only one side is wielding swords, and the other guns.

But then you come across someone who doesn't look like they're either -- not one of the rugged Barrayarans or the face-painted Cetagandans, but an outsider, an exotic like you. They must be. So do you fight?

RECON
Maybe you're not on the front lines, but there's plenty more to winning the war than just fighting. You're partnered with another outsider on recon; the ground is cold, and you try not to let your shoes crunch too loudly on snow as you scout, scanning for patrols or supply lines.

Or maybe you're with the Cetagandans, hiking it thorugh the mountains with one of your fellow exotics in an attempt to locate the enemy camp. Except it's damned cold, and there's hidden ice everywhere, and everything is starting to really look the same.

--

Feel free to write prompts for your character on either side -- you don't have to choose just one for the TDM! Just label it clearly so folks know. GO WILD, MY FRIENDS

Comments

~<3333

[tearmeanewone]

[Elizabeth feels like there must be at least six inches of clothing between them, so it's probably safe to squeeze away. It's a release and a relief for her, too. She's finally home. Not the way she'd hoped she'd get there, but nothing had worked out the way she'd hoped it would. Just making it here is enough for now.]

We were lost for a long time. And then I had to find you. Do you know how many lines you leave? [She laughs and tries to cover him a little more with her arms. He must be freezing.] More than anyone I've ever seen before. I could have picked someone simple like Ivan, but no, I had to find you first.

[Mostly because she imagines she would have become a serial killer of Ivan Vorpatrils if she kept popping out of tears in the universe asking if he recognized his old girlfriend.]

[forwardmomentum]

A long time? [ miles draws back enough to study her face with muddled concern, and god, she does look older. even older than himself, and -- hadn't he been five years her senior before? she's half-talking nonsense as far as he's concerned, and he's stunned just to see her. ] You spent all this time looking for me? Why?

[ forgive him for being slow, elizabeth, he's drunk and it's been a really crazy couple of days. ]

[tearmeanewone]

[Yes, the only thing that spares Miles the tradmark DeWitt Eyebrow is the fact that she knows he's a little wasted. Otherwise he would have met the full brunt of her sarcasm.]

[As it stands, he only gets a little.]

Because I really, really missed travelling in space after having to abandon the Moira mid-flight. Miles-- [She offers him a tentative smile, knowing that he's putting the pieces together just by looking at her face.] ...I was trying to come home. If things haven't changed, that is...

[forwardmomentum]

[ miles is staring, forgive the staring, but he's drunk and amazed and it's really good to see elizabeth, it's always good to see elizabeth. his hands go to her shoulders with a sort of urgency, not pulling her into a hug again quite yet, but he feels like he needs to hold onto her, somehow. of course. of course. ]

No -- no, they haven't. Not at all. [ he has a weirdly difficult time getting the words out in a sudden swell of emotion. he's a very emotional drunk. miles swallows. ] I gave you my word.

[tearmeanewone]

I know, I know. But it's been a long time for me. I wouldn't blame you if it had been too much time. [Not because she feels older-- though she suspects Ivan wouldn't care to see her now that over ten years has passed between them-- but because she knows she's different. Not harder, thank goodness, but more practical, less prone to getting caught up in herself and her feelings.]

[Elizabeth smiles faintly and puts her hands on Miles' cheeks, trying to steady him a little.] Miles, you're drunk, you need to get warm on something that won't give you a headache in the morning. I wasn't kidding about the fire, let's go before you lose some toes.

[forwardmomentum]

God -- no. It's barely been a week for me. [ he tightens his grip on her shoulders, still a little overwhelmed. he coughs out a laugh. ] You've really caught me at a bad time, huh?

[ it's a weak joke, because he's drunk, but he is cold, and he lets out a little giggle anyway. ]

My toes thank you for your concern, but they're hardier than you'd think. That said, I wouldn't mind a fire, uh...where, exactly?

[tearmeanewone]

Lucky jerk. [It's been so long, she'd forgotten about Miles' broken leg. It had been broken that last time they talked, hadn't it? But, to be fair to herself, Miles tended to injure and/or kill himself quite frequently, so without specific confirmation it would be hard for her to just guess.]

I suppose I should have arrived a little earlier to save you from yourself, but I had to wait for one of the bunks to be clear. So I could change. [Elizabeth DeWitt: stealing clothes since 1912 and never breaking the habit. She pulls Miles up gently and slowly, trying not to give him vertigo-- just in case he was already to the 'I'm Gonna Be Sick' phase. Though from what she remembered of Ivan, that just doesn't exist for Vor.] Come on, I cleared an area by those trees. I think the two of us are just weird enough to keep everyone away.