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[parricida]

Who: Elim Garak and YOU
Broadcast: Network wide at first; to the Red Fish ship afterwards
Action: In his room
When: December 28th

[A wholly pleasant smile appears on the network. While the face it's attached to is . . . reptilian, to say the least, at least the smile is friendly. Prominent ridges outline Garak's cheekbones and where a human's eyebrows would be; his black hair is neatly combed back from his face.]

I wonder . . . while the planet below is quite charming, I find myself rather disliking the temperature. And while I can amuse myself with embroidery, I find myself wanting nothing more than a good book. Do any of you have recommendations? I'm somewhat familiar with Terran literature; a friend of mine even says I have a favorite genre: realistic fiction, if that's any help.

My sincerest gratitude to any who might help.

[A beat. He cuts off the feed and adds to the members of the Red Fish:]

Coil. Might I ask you to stop by when you've a spare moment?

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[heresyandlace]

[oop! a face like that has his attention hooked in an instant. when his video feed connects, Garak will have an absurdly pretty man peering back at him from the screen. absolutely too symmetrical and flawless for a natural human, and all the wrong colors--rosy lavender eyes and blue-black hair.

and oh he smirks wide.]

...Looks like someone forgot to fix their face this morning.

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[parricida]

[One ridge raises up.]

Only according to a human standard, I assure you. If you were a Cardassian, you'd be positively swooning.

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[heresyandlace]

Is that what you are? Cardassian?

[he likes the bit of wit. it widens his smirk into a thin smile.]

I don't know about the swooning... but if I were human, I think I'd likely be ordering some sort of hunt.

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[parricida]

But since you aren't, might I count myself safe? I should hate to have to learn to fight so early in my time here.

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[heresyandlace]

Oh, I don't know. I hate to rule anything out right off the bat.

...But it is a rare day that I order a hunt purely based on someone's looks, so... odds are in your favor.

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[parricida]

To be pretty and powerful: what a charming life you must lead. I must admit, I'm jealous. Now, did you craft that face yourself, or is it to your mother I must send my compliments?

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[mortalcoil]

[now that he's got his little tablet device functioning, he doesn't have to struggle with the stupid keyboard. give it a moment to translate his handwriting into text, and--]

Why?

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[parricida]

I've noticed you use sign language. I'd like to learn it.

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[mortalcoil]

[there's quite a delay before he answers. he may have even walked away from whatever network station he's at.

finally, though, the text comes through.]

Where are you?

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[parricida]

My quarters.

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[mortalcoil]

[maybe he's actually busy, or maybe he's just a teenager and wants to make the new guy wait.

either way, it's at least an hour or two later before Coil finally swings by the bunk room. silent as always, haunting his way into the doorway without any real announcement.]

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[parricida]

[He's impressed by the way he enters-- it's not often people are so quiet, not without training, which raises more questions about the boy. But those can wait for later. When he swings by, Garak doesn't look a bit startled-- he just gives him a pleasant sort of smile, as if he's only waited a few moments.]

I'll admit, I've never learned a wholly silent language-- but my own is rather dependent on facial and body cues, so perhaps this won't be as difficult as it seems.

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ah, has an intellectual joined our fleet?

[--says someone else on the other end of the video feed. he's unusually pale and very good looking, but at least passes as your standard, run-of-the-mill human.]

Or are you more in it for the art?

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[parricida]

Perhaps both-- though it's been argued I'm rather biased when it comes to art, I'll admit.

[God why is everyone so pretty!!]

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

[b-because everyone is vain immortal being with the option to pick their own face...?]

One could simply counter-argue that you have a refined taste...

[he leans back in what appears to be a captains chair (whether or not he is actually a captain is not easy to discern) and thinks for a moment...]

I'm not as familiar with Terran literature as I am with the stories of my home world... Though I doubt these worlds will have many Gratian tomes lining their shelves.

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[parricida]

Why not tell me verbally? A good story ought to be told no matter the limitations.

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Ah, you'd enjoy that? I could think of something suitable...

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[parricida]

Go on, then. Impress me.

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[ino]

[ ok ... she's definitely never seen someone who looks quite as ... well, strange as you, Garak, And that in combination with such a ladylike hobby is ... ]

Embroidery? You ... know how to embroider?

[ ... well, it's a little surprising to her ]

You're never too late

[parricida]

I can. Though, I confess, I've let myself grow rather out of practice as of late; I shan't be doing anything particularly good for quite a while.

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[onlyanapple]

Couldn't agree more. There's not much for reading material, though. I suggest hibernation until it's all over.

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[parricida]

Ah, but it's not nearly the right time of year. I'll simply have to suffer, I suppose.

[onlyanapple]

It's hard to tell what time of year it is, what with it being space and all. Unless...space has years? I don't know, I don't pay attention to any of this bullshit.

Anyway, you could always entertain yourself by making other people miserable. It works wonders.

[And will also do his job for him, there's that.]

[parricida]

Bit of a sadist, are we? And space does have years; it would get rather confusing if it didn't.

[onlyanapple]

Not especially. No one gets hurt, there's a difference.

I'll take your word on it, clearly you're a space expert. [Which is Crowley's lazy-ass way of saying "hey, you look like an alien!"]