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[parricida]

[Hey, it's Garak! Looking, admittedly, not quite his best-- his hair is tremendously mussed, sticking up a little and far too long, and is that blood smeared on his neck? No. That can't be-- that's probably not blood. Probably not.

Anyway. It's Garak, sitting in his ship, smiling at the camera.]

Now. Despite our recent opportunities on these three moons, some rather lovely ladies have reminded me that one can't always have the clothes one wants. And with some new fabric in my possession, I thought I too might offer my services to the fleet.

I'm a tailor by trade-- a very good tailor, in fact. If you, like myself, are getting rather tired of Floot Loops clothes, send me a message, and I may be able to help you.

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[serpentis]

[Hello, friend.]

A proper tradesman, and here I am only playing at a trade. I don't suppose we might be able to come to a sort of agreement?

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[parricida]

[God bless other people who appreciate appearance.]

That depends entirely on what you have in mind-- I don't mind an outfit for a bit of a haircut, but I assume you might want more than one?

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[catamite]

[he is on this broadcast so fast. dear gods he needs a wardrobe.]

--You make clothes?

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[parricida]

I do indeed. Interested?

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[catamite]

Yes!

I keep washing mine from home, but they're still so gross now.

What kind of things do you make?

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[parricida]

Frankly, that's entirely up to you. Since there are so many styles and differing interests, I was going to let each person design their own work, instead of creating a few stock outfits and having people but them.

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[catamite]

Do you guys have, like... clubs, where you're from?

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[parricida]

Clubs? I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific.

[Like, what, an assassin's guild? They have those ... or does he mean more like a bar?]

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[ladiesss]

[heeeey there's a teenage girl popping up on screen because wow.]

I need this in my life.

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[theboogieman]

[meanwhile, being the compulsive helper that he is--]

something on your neck.

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[parricida]

What a remarkable coincidence that I happen to be here, then.

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[parricida]

So there is. Are you on board, my dear?

voice;

[aberrant_type]

[She sounds cheerful as ever. But she's not going to be voice for long; she's going to come and find him.]

How very enterprising of you!

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[theboogieman]

yes

Voice

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley is trying the voice thing, maybe that won't cause the pheromone madness that he's been exuding. It might not right? ]

You are a gentleman and a scholar.

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[ladiesss]

Yeah, this is fantastic... Though I don't have a whole lot of money left to buy things.

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[catamite]

Like... dance clubs. With loud music and drinking and stuff.

[seriously, why does no one know what he's talking about when it comes to this? was Nor the only place in the universe where people go clubbing?]

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[parricida]

Oh, I assure you, dear Captain, it's motivated entirely selfishly. I merely need something to fill up the hours.

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[parricida]

and yet you won't come talk to me?

[Actually, even as he texts that, Garak rises silently. What a fun game to play-- off to find Zhas, and find him without giving his own position away.]

i'm almost heartbroken

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[parricida]

I may lose room on my business card soon, if I'm to add all these flattering titles.

[Unfortunately-- or not, as the case may be-- Garak is hardly helping. He's always in flirtatious mode, and his voice sounds positively coy.]

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[parricida]

Oh, I'm sure we can work something out. After all, I'm hardly looking to capitalize on this. Simply earn a few coins while helping out my fellow passengers.

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[aberrant_type]

Well, I hope you're not giving a talent like that way for free... I assume you'll be charging enough to keep yourself in new cloth. Or no? [The ship isn't large; she checks the lab and the engine room, the thump of the engine briefly audible through the communicator. Where is he anyway?]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley can live with that, it's not like he's much better, after all.]

You'll just have to get yourself a bigger one.

How are you with black suits?

[parricida]

Ah.

[A beat.]

My dear, how old do you imagine I am?

[parricida]

[In his room, s it turns out-- though as she approaches, Garak falls silent. He begins regulating his breathing, letting his presence fade-- it's an old trick he learned in the academy, to make himself nearly invisible. Someone observant will be able to see him-- he's not invisible-- but if they're just passing by, they won't see him at all.

What will Hange do? We'll see.]