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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?

Comments

[parricida]

[Oh, he has. But he'd rather hoped he was wrong, or simply using the communications device poorly. The fact that there's so few of them is disheartening.]

I suppose I ought to be flattered, and yet somehow I'm not.

[heresyandlace]

I've been wondering what exactly it is that makes each one of us so appealing to the powers-that-be. And someone suggested that maybe the fact that we've been dragged away from home at least once already makes it easier for is to pull us here.

A plant that has been uprooted once is easier to transplant again, after all.

[parricida]

Very true. Has there been confirmation of that fact?

[heresyandlace]

How would we confirm it for sure? No one answers our questions, and there's no way to run tests on the theory.