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driftfleet2014-12-29 12:57 am
parricida) wrote in driftfleet2014-12-29 12:57 am
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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?
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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and he's got his original set of clothes looking nice again, so he's dressed up well and looking sharp by the time he finally arrives.
Garak kind of stands out, so he's not hard to find. Tek smiles and lifts his chin in greeting when he spots him, and heads on over.]
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Hello, my dear. I hope I didn't arrive too early?
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he'll hang a step back, arms casually folded, and give Garak a rather obvious glance up and down.]
Oh, I don't know. Your face does look a tad slapdash.
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[He puts a hand to his chest, as if gravely offended.]
I must say, I'm hurt. I spent a good deal of time simply staring at myself in the mirror, fussing to ensure I'd be entirely pleasing to you.
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Yes, right here-- [he points at his own eyebrow, indicating Garak's magnificent ridges] --it's a little uneven. Your whole complexion is just a little bit off.
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Will you take a seat? I'm afraid I can't take the scrutiny for much longer.
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[and he does settle down and take a seat, though still isn't shy about eyeing Garak. he figures he's probably used to being stared at--and if he isn't, now is as good a time as any to start developing a tolerance.]
Though, I see that your early arrival has deprived me the chance of buying you a drink. I'll have to come up with some other opening gesture of good will, now.
[besides immediately insulting him upon first sight, anyway.]
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[and he squints a little at the glass in Garak's hands.]
No alcohol? [because he really can tell that from here.]
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Now, how did you know I wasn't drinking alcohol, hm? Overly familiar with this bar, are we?
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[and he taps the side of his own nose, implying that he can smell it--even though that's not exactly truthful.]
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[He practically purrs the word out, but files that away for later-- whether or not it's true, however he knew about his drink is admirable.]
What other talents do you possess, hm?
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[he nods at his glass again.]
And you still haven't answered my question about your drink.
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[he really is getting a kick out of the novelty of it all.]
And no alcohol? Is there a reason for that?
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Oh, you aren't a lightweight, are you?
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WTF dw I replied to this
If you do change your mind, let me know. ...Otherwise, sour drinks it is.
[and excuse him for just a moment while he orders something for himself-- alcoholic, light, and sweet.]
dw don't hate on lizards flirting
Now, tell me: have you found anything particularly interesting in your time here? About the fleet, I mean, not this planet.
they're just speciesist!
Oh... yes. I don't know how much of it is particularly useful yet, but certainly interesting.
[he takes a little sip of his drink, but it's mostly there for show. it's pretty clear that he doesn't actually care much about it.]
Aside from the more obvious aspects of our little prison, the most interesting is the fact that so many of its prisoners have gone through this sort of thing before.
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Haven't you looked? ...I would be surprised if there were forty of us. Likely less.
We are apparently a very selectively chosen little group.
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I suppose I ought to be flattered, and yet somehow I'm not.
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A plant that has been uprooted once is easier to transplant again, after all.
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