Elim Garak (
the_tailor_spy) wrote in
ten_fwd2015-09-13 06:28 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
Entry tags:
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.
no subject
no subject
"Ah, well, that rather depends," he said, making a final adjustment on a lapel, "on what one considers contemporary. But my knowledge is expanding rather rapidly, if that is what you mean."
no subject
What *is* she wearing? :P
'Copious physical assets?' Well, well. This one wasn't shy. Of course, whether it was protective armour or not remained to be seen, but all in good time, if it was important.
"What precisely did you have in mind?" He gave her a discerning look, up and down. "More of...this? I can fulfill a quite wide range. Business, casual but smart, full gowns...and, I do admit to having some experience with shall we say nightwear? Not much for humans I'm afraid, but the principles are mostly the same."
boring replicated jumpsuit, something geenric
no subject
"Yes, I can see that Starfleet has lavished their usual flair on this one," he replied, with a sigh.
"Still, we have much to suit your needs. I've been familiarizing myself with some other Terran eras, but if you wish to explore other areas, we can certainly oblige."
"This one," he said, holding up a sleeve, "is from Betazed. Note that the fabric is nearly all air. This is, in fact, significantly more clothing than is worn on Betazed in general, but nudity is frowned upon on Starfleet vessels. Still, it is extremely soft on the skin. This particular cut is more for business, but I can easily tailor it to a suit or a more...exciting dress."
no subject
When he showed her the light fabric she reached out, touching it delicately. It would certainly not work for her counseling duties, but she had other needs beyond that. Perhaps it was time to move in on some of the prey she'd been baiting. "This is a little light for everyday, but it would make a fantastic dress for nighttime. Does it come in white?"
no subject
"It absolutely can come in white, yes," he says with a smile. Now, as for the every day - were you considering a dress or more of a business suit?"
no subject
no subject
He's a quick study. And he's a very quick student of humanity.
"Functional but authoritative, and you are correct on both counts. Part of the joy of my work. But as far as I know, yes, I'm the only one."
For the most part, in his position, a very good thing.
no subject
no subject
"I have plenty of material on hand and will start at once - would two days be sufficient? I presume there is some necessity pressing."