driftfleet | enchanted forest . mingle

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enchanted forest . mingle

WHO Forest planet occupants!
BROADCAST N/A
ACTION Enchanted Forest / Spa Time
WHEN Upon reaching the system (Jan. 4) to leaving it (Jan. 31)

[ It's another day, another planet for the Drift Fleet to explore. Whether it be relaxing in the landing field, checking out the spa (and subsequently getting urged to enter the woods), or taking on the Enchanted Forest's game, there's enough to do for stir-crazy Fleet members.

Just remember one thing: make it look good. ]

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Oh, I do. It's a lovely face. But there's something to be said for being proud of what you are.

Oh, I'm plenty proud. But I also like dressing up.

...I certainly don't wear it to hide.

Then I suppose I'll simply have to wait for my opportunity for you to show yourself off.

[A beat. Wryly:]

More than you currently are.

[a low little hum.]

Speak for yourself.

Oh, clothing.

[He waves his hand airily, his smirk growing.]

Cardassians aren't nearly so fussy as other species. This is hardly vulgar.

[he was referring to more than just his lack of clothing, but he won't broach that topic just yet. he'll just settle for curiously eyeing the other creature in the meantime.]

Mm, our clothing habits are purely copying the human habit for them.

We don't wear them at all in our natural state.

Oh, no? I don't know about that. There's something quite fun about decorating oneself, wouldn't you say?

Oh, don't get me wrong. I love clothing. I'm a big fan of ornamentation in general, really.

[if that wasn't obvious enough from the guy who wears makeup and nail polish whenever he can manage]

But it's not a trait common among my people. ...The vast majority of them could honestly stand to learn a thing or two about having fun, and enjoying the little things in life.

But you do. What makes you different, might I ask?

I'm something of a nonconformist.

Not always the most popular thing to be.

No. My family and I don't generally get along.

[he stretches his arms, now that he's warming up--working out whatever lingering bits of tension might have been left in his shoulders]

What about you? Do you like to follow the straight and narrow?

Oh, undoubtedly. My government is rather harsh towards those who don't.

Oh, that is a shame.

[--either toward the harshness of the government, or Garak's supposed compliance with it.]

...So you agreed with whatever regime they enforced, then?

Oh, undoubtedly. Their methods were harsh, but I can't deny believing in their cause: that Cardassia is the pinnacle of civilization.

[It's hard to say if he's earnest or not.]

It sounds like quite a place.

[and now that he has warmed up a little, he finally pushes himself up just enough to reach over and pluck one of the little bottles from the lineup. he rolls it in his hand, reading what little bit of text is on the label.]

What was it like there?

Oh, wonderful. Each person had their role, their place in the State . . . and the weather was always wonderfully hot and humid. The cities are built magnificently-- our architecture is something we've been visited for on occasion.

And of course, we're magnificent conquerors.

[sliding a glance over from the bottle in his hand.]

...Sounds very human.

Well, there's no need to be rude.

[a low, airy little laugh]

I'm just being honest.

You must admit, those are very human traits.

Your humans, perhaps. The ones I know are disgustingly obsessed with brotherhood and getting along, as if the entire galaxy might be friends if only they saw things from one another's point of view.

Cardassians realize we're the apex species, and so instead spend our time enlightening others.

Ha!

[that does make him chuckle. a big, exaggerated, eye-rolling laugh.]

Are you sure they're actually human? Maybe the two are completely separate brands of creature.

...And your Cardassians really are sounding more and more like the nations of mankind that I know. With their grand ideals that they just can't help but spread to all corners of the land.

Ah, but my dear: we're right.

[he peers over with eyes that are only open to lazy slits, and just... gives him the subtlest look. the meaning behind it is pointed but vague-- he's still smiling, but that's his usual.]

I'm sure you are.

[He meets his gaze with earnest patriotism-- but there's something beneath that, something cleverer that tips a lazy salute to Tek. Test passed.]

Mm, someday I'll have you convinced.

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