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ten_fwd2015-09-13 06:28 pm
the_tailor_spy) wrote in ten_fwd2015-09-13 06:28 pm
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Not precisely Portabello Road, but...(OTA - Garak opens a shop!)
He had spent some time on this. After being assigned quarters - mercifully free of a roommate - the only thing to do was rearrange them to his liking. Easier said than done, certainly. Asking the replicator for anything Cardassian had prompted some impertinent questions from security, so he had made do with paint. Toning down the Federation colours into something more pleasing to the Cardassian eye.
But that had been his quarters. The question remained...what do with the other half? He had almost sighed, inwardly, when the answer came. There really was only one thing. At least he was good at it.
He had partially walled off one side of the quarters halfway with what construction materials he could get from the replicator, and the rest was behind some rather nice red curtains. A little touch of bright theatricality, but since his clientele here would be overwhelmingly human by the look of things, it never hurt to play to their sensibilities. On the bit of wall, well. He had reached into the hidden pouch in his bag and past the disassembled phaser components to bring out the rolled canvas he had carefully put there. Lovingly framed, he hung the art on the bit of wall. Not too obtrusively, really, not even noticeably. But it was there.
For a long time, after that, he had just stared at it. The last piece of Tora Ziyal he had.
But, to work. The other half was beginning to fill with reams of fabric. He'd brought some with him, others were replicated. Still more he was making himself from replicated materials. Hand-made had such a special cachet, after all.
Bit by bit, the tailoring shop was filling. The advertisements he had been putting up around the ship, well. Those would help, too.
He stood, brushing lint from a jacket on display. A simple grey, true, but in a somewhat modern cut. Business-like, but with that hint of...fun.
He really was a very good tailor.
But that had been his quarters. The question remained...what do with the other half? He had almost sighed, inwardly, when the answer came. There really was only one thing. At least he was good at it.
He had partially walled off one side of the quarters halfway with what construction materials he could get from the replicator, and the rest was behind some rather nice red curtains. A little touch of bright theatricality, but since his clientele here would be overwhelmingly human by the look of things, it never hurt to play to their sensibilities. On the bit of wall, well. He had reached into the hidden pouch in his bag and past the disassembled phaser components to bring out the rolled canvas he had carefully put there. Lovingly framed, he hung the art on the bit of wall. Not too obtrusively, really, not even noticeably. But it was there.
For a long time, after that, he had just stared at it. The last piece of Tora Ziyal he had.
But, to work. The other half was beginning to fill with reams of fabric. He'd brought some with him, others were replicated. Still more he was making himself from replicated materials. Hand-made had such a special cachet, after all.
Bit by bit, the tailoring shop was filling. The advertisements he had been putting up around the ship, well. Those would help, too.
He stood, brushing lint from a jacket on display. A simple grey, true, but in a somewhat modern cut. Business-like, but with that hint of...fun.
He really was a very good tailor.
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"I'll hold you to that. Having to look at it, that is. I haven't forgotten our rain check. Until then."
Well, well. There was precious little to do on this ship, as a mere passenger. Intriguing conversation was one of the only outlets Jim had for his restless imagination, and he was eager to ensure there was more in future. With a wave, Jim stepped out, no more certain about who Garak was than before.