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come_sailaway2023-10-05 01:50 pm
treasonlikebeauty) wrote in come_sailaway2023-10-05 01:50 pm
Especially the lies
Who: Garak and you
Where: The buffet, Tommy Bahama, elsewhere
What: A toplevel for your fashion lizard needs.
Warnings: As needed
Windjammers
He kept a low profile during the flowers; it seemed wisest, given the unknown effects, and for a man who deals in secrets, and for one who hadn't established himself much socially yet, it seemed best to avoid putting himself in an awkward situation.
Still, he must eat. And it's not as though he's unfamiliar with human cuisine, no, and sometimes it's perfectly fine, but it never quite looks appetising to him. Different palates, he has to assume, plus a general unfamiliarity about how something is meant to look. Garak hovers over the buffet line, looking dubiously at the different dishes.
Tommy Bahama
He cannot wear only the clothes he came in. Neither can he settle for this, apparently. Even if he wanted to pick from some of the more respectable items, the sad truth is that so many of the collars are simply not equipped to deal with, fit, or just look good on a wide, ridged Cardassian neck. Fortunately, he has certain skills. He does need material to work with, however, and he picks through the fabric carefully, looking for shirts that can be adjusted, dresses that can be salvaged for smaller pieces, interesting patterns or fabric.
And, despite everything else, it's almost nice to focus on something like this.
Occasionally he makes little observations aloud: "Well, that's a pattern for someone." "Hm, would these work together?" "No, the drape is all wrong."
Wildcard
You know where to find me
Where: The buffet, Tommy Bahama, elsewhere
What: A toplevel for your fashion lizard needs.
Warnings: As needed
Windjammers
He kept a low profile during the flowers; it seemed wisest, given the unknown effects, and for a man who deals in secrets, and for one who hadn't established himself much socially yet, it seemed best to avoid putting himself in an awkward situation.
Still, he must eat. And it's not as though he's unfamiliar with human cuisine, no, and sometimes it's perfectly fine, but it never quite looks appetising to him. Different palates, he has to assume, plus a general unfamiliarity about how something is meant to look. Garak hovers over the buffet line, looking dubiously at the different dishes.
Tommy Bahama
He cannot wear only the clothes he came in. Neither can he settle for this, apparently. Even if he wanted to pick from some of the more respectable items, the sad truth is that so many of the collars are simply not equipped to deal with, fit, or just look good on a wide, ridged Cardassian neck. Fortunately, he has certain skills. He does need material to work with, however, and he picks through the fabric carefully, looking for shirts that can be adjusted, dresses that can be salvaged for smaller pieces, interesting patterns or fabric.
And, despite everything else, it's almost nice to focus on something like this.
Occasionally he makes little observations aloud: "Well, that's a pattern for someone." "Hm, would these work together?" "No, the drape is all wrong."
Wildcard
You know where to find me
no subject
"Some of us are more accustomed to scintillating conversations than others. And it's always a pleasure to meet someone who can elevate the ambiance. I trust others have been helpful and shown you around? Explained the situation we've found ourselves in?"