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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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He smiled at her first statement. "You are a very wise woman indeed," he replied, stepping back and gesturing to a mirror.
"The cut itself is technically early 23rd century, but I've paid attention to earlier centuries in the design. Avant garde, I suppose would be the human term."
Oh, he likes that pause. It's a wonderful little grace note to add to things.
"That would depend entirely on the usefulness of the service, I suppose. This is all rather new to me," he says that part in an extremely smooth lie, "but one adapts. And in this environment...that might be far more useful than latinum."
ooc: I apologize for my slowness, RL has been kicking me pretty hard lately. >_<
(Though no doubt he'll catch the sparkle in her eyes as he compliments her, hands still firm around the lapel. She's definitely noting how fine the make is, and how fabulous it looks on.)
"I'm full of usefulness, ask anyone," she fires back without missing a beat, eyes sharp and playful; "I've travelled all over space and time and picked up quite a lot along the way."
But he's right, in this place a well-placed favour could be worth more than money, so she uses that to her advantage.
"I've been 'ere more than a full year now. Someone new to the place might need help now and then..." she baits.
Same here, but you're the best Amy I've ever run into, so I can wait.
He smiles at the last bit.
"Indeed they might, but I am more familiar with this place than most. In fact, I spent the last seven years on a Federation space station. Slightly less beige than here, of course."
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Her confidence is only mildly rocked when her first offer is easily deflected.
Right, then. Round Two.
"Glad to know there's colour in this universe somewhere, though I wish it were here," she says; "'ow about an assistant, then?"
She straightens up, chin high.
"A sales assistant who can market to the people on this ship from other times and places?"
Soooo forgot to post I was going away for the holidays. Many apologies. Also, you're very welcome
"Assistants? I have never had an assistant - assistants are expensive propositions. Very expensive indeed. And one never knows what their work will be like. Indeed, after all the expense, they may be 'all thumbs' as you humans say."
He pauses, thoughtfully.
"Now, credit for garments for customers referred..."
He tapped his chin, turning back towards her.
"I could be convinced to create...shall we say a scale?"