wake me up when it's all over (open)

[rejoined]

The last thing Jadzia expected after her wedding was to get whisked off somewhere. Well, no, she expected the Chief and Julian to play their part and "attack" the happy couple, but she definitely didn't expect to open her eyes after the first volley to find herself somewhere else entirely. She blinks warily. Usually, when this happens nothing good comes of it. Or, well, okay getting tossed back to the Kirk's timeline had been fun, even if they were trying to save him from a tribble-bomb. She could have done without getting stuck in 2024 though.

So here she is, walking the hallways cautiously. She's already asked the computer to tell her what ship this is and the answer was most definitely not comforting. Eventually, she ends up in Ten Forward, where she knows she'll find someone happy to give her answers. At least she'll be gathering attention very quickly with what she's wearing.

Little does she know her Klingon wedding dress might garner even more attention than she expects.

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[the_tailor_spy]

Nor would he be the one to tell her. Though he felt he owed her - well, at least Ezri. He'd never much gotten to know Jadzia - to do what he could to make sure it didn't come to pass here.

If that meant strangling Dukat the moment his slimey trail appeared on deck, well. So much the better.

But he still had to take a moment, and then he covered quickly.

"I hardly expected to see you again in a Klingon wedding dress! I was, after all, not precisely an invited guest." He said it without malice, smiling.

"Still, I believe that garment looks far better on you than on most Klingon brides. Not that I've seen many. Still, Mr. Worf is an exceedingly lucky Klingon."

A little bit of flattery, expertly applied - right out in the open, in this case, where it could be appreciated - never hurt.

[rejoined]

Jadzia knows there were plenty of reasons that Garak wasn't exactly an invited guest at her wedding. Most were because of Klingon vs Cardassian reasons and even if Garak were a better person than most of his people, Jadzia couldn't imagine Martok or Sirella being okay with having him there. Especially Sirella. She had barely approved of Dax.

"Lady Sirella might have protested," she jokes.

Garak's recovery is good enough that Jadzia takes it at face value. It's just easier that way.

"I think the color suits me better than most," she agrees. "It's still hard to fight in. I though Julian and the chief were going to beat us into the ground."

Totally joking, as evidenced by her laugh.

"So what have you been doing here? And for how long?"

With a line *shamelessly* adapted from a 'Bones' episode

[the_tailor_spy]

"From what I understand of her reputation, Lady Sirella would have attempt to fillet me and have me served as part of the feast. I believe the woman was raised by wild targs, until she killed and ate them."

He does manage to smile at the latter part.

"Yes, I'm sure they stood a non-zero percentage chance of not being pulverized. And, of course, you had Lieutenant Worf as reinforcement." A nice compliment never hurt, especially with people who had at least an inkling of who he was. With them, he was the loyal, non-threatening Garak. The one they'd never bother mentioning.

"Surviving, by and large. I am reopening a shop here, since I see little prospect of leaving any time soon. As for how long, not very. Less than a month, in point of fact."

i would probably laugh if i were familiar with bones XD

[rejoined]

"You're probably right." Jadzia manages a laugh at that analogy. For a non-Klingon, it's probably a pretty accurate assessment. Even for Jadzia, it feels accurate. She still remembers their fight at the party, how Sirella had accused her of being a Risian slut and then pulled a knife on her before Dax had punched her. Groveling and asking forgiveness for that was a good lesson in respect and humility for Dax.

"I think we make a good team." Understatement. When they work together, they work very well together. When they fight... well, they fight like a pair of Klingons.

"Still longer than me. You know, if you can find something I can wear that isn't my wedding dress, I might have to owe you a favor. I could spread word that the best tailor in the galaxy has arrived. Do you think that would work?"

She really could use something else to wear and since her wardrobe and uniform aren't here and Garak is the best thing she could have hoped for, she definitely will pay him a small favor for this.

Stilll a good line :P

[the_tailor_spy]

"Flattery, lieutenant, will get you everywhere." He manages it with a smile.

It's a small concession, and a decent trade.

"On the house, in your case. If you'll come with me, my shop is already set up - one must survive, of course. I could...what is the term...knock up? Knock up a replacement uniform - but better made than by a replicator, but perhaps you might wish to be a little more...individual?

absolutely! XD

[rejoined]

"Glad I can count on you," Jadzia answers with as much teasing as sincerity. "I think I'll manage without a uniform for now. I just need something that isn't my wedding dress to walk around in. As much as I love it--" And what it stands for in every capacity. "--I do need something that's more me."

And she does trust Garak to work that out. Whether she should or not, well, that's always up for debate, but that seems to be the way he likes things. An air of mystery.

Jadzia manages a smile of her own as she turns to follow him to his shop. The sooner, the better.

[the_tailor_spy]

"You absolutely can. By now, I should think it would be obvious."

He smiled, and nodding.

"And you would. For practicality's sake if nothing else."

He moves onwards, with a sure direction that speaks to rapidly gaining a decent sense of direction.

"Technically we should be waiting for security to 'check you out' as it were, but I suspect as a Starfleet officer we have some 'wiggle room', I believe the Chief calls it."

[rejoined]

"Security will have plenty of time to do that later. I'm not exactly easy to hide." Jadzia has a feeling that someone will come along at some point. If they don't, she definitely will find the proper uniform and check it out for them. Right now, though, she'd like to get a change of clothes going. Besides, her personality doesn't lend itself to hiding in the background. Someone will get her to security at some point.

"I'm glad one of us knows where we're going. I've got a whole new starship to learn." It's not even the right Enterprise that she'll have to learn now. Strange to think about that. The Enterprise-D's destruction hadn't been all that long ago, but a person just got used to having specific ships around. They hadn't always had the Defiant, but now Jadzia is having a hard time imagining not having her around.

Change. Dax apparently isn't good with it.

[the_tailor_spy]

"A very pragmatic attitude," he replied. As for the ship, well. Always know your ground. Know every inch, as soon as possible. Find bolt-holes, find secrets. Find your way around every last inch of a place. You never know when you're going to need it.

"I believe the only thing I can say to that is 'see one Feeration starship, see them all.' But still, we need to get you into something more suitable. If only so that quickly closing doors are not a problem."

He directed her to a door, next to which a small sign for his shop hung.

"Now, the real question is would you want something...traditional, or perhaps a little more daring? I have quite the range at my disposal now. The people here...apparently, Pre-Federation humans were...goodness! Quite the clothes horses."

[rejoined]

"I could say the same about Cardassian ships," Dax comments, eyebrows rising and amusement clear in her eyes. Talking to Garak is always an exercise in word choice. It brings out Lela and Curzon sometimes.

"I would appreciate not having to pick up my dress hem every time I go anywhere," Jadzia jokes as she walks, holding her dress carefully so it doesn't get caught on doors or feet or whatever else. Stepping into his shop, she glances around, thinking about what she wanted. "Let's start with traditional and next time I come in, we'll go with daring."

Start small, don't grab too much more attention, and go from there.

[the_tailor_spy]

"Indeed," he conceded, with a slight smile. He'd never gotten to do this enough with Jadzia. Ezri was...straightforward. Stunningly optimistic. He always felt that the disputational nature was - while informed by previous hosts - all her.

"And yes, tripping on the deck is hardly dignified, is it? We'll certainly help with that. Now, the real question is whether you'd like pants of some variety, or a skirt?"

He hefted a roll of material. A deep, clean blue.

"Perhaps this as a base? Something with straps, to accent the neck."

[rejoined]

It's on the tip of Jadzia's tongue to ask for pants, but she stops herself. She does like a good dress or skirt. Besides, if she's off duty or out of uniform, then there's hardly any regulation against it.

"Skirt," she says decisively, eyeing the fabric appreciatively. The color will definitely bring out her eyes. And her spots. "I like that color. I see your eye for fashion hasn't changed."

A joke. She doesn't think Garak could ever lose that eye for fashion any more than his flair for the dramatic.

[the_tailor_spy]

"I should hope not, else I will be out of a livelihood, as it were. And ah, a skirt. Excellent choice. It will emphasize both height and figure. Something elegant but casual."

He handed her the fabric, to hold up against her to view it for herself.

"Now, I was thinking this, a flat cut across the top, for the sake of business if nothing else - but the skirt at a diagonal, from ankle and upward. Your choice, of course as to height. It will pool rather nicely, too. And, knowing both you and your occupational habits - the skirt itself will split upwards somewhat in case one needs, shall we say, a running start."

[rejoined]

See? Flair for the dramatic. It's not like Jadzia makes a habit of running everywhere. Mostly. It's also not like it's her fault for needing to on occasion.

Except once. Or twice. Or...

Okay, okay. She gets it. The point is that Garak has a point, whether she wants to admit it or not.

"Mid-thigh for the split?" Jadzia holds the fabric up to herself so she can get a good look at it. The very top of the skirt could probably rest around her waist, but he would know better about that than she would. "My occupational habits are just fine!" she protests good-naturedly. "If you're protesting that, maybe you should protest to Benjamin or our other quadrant friends."

When in doubt, blame the Dominion. Or the other Cardassians. like Dukat. No offense, Garak.

[the_tailor_spy]

"I never implied they weren't, merely that your occupation requires a certain necessity of mobility that a lengthier, lower-cut skirt would hinder. Beyond that, there is the aesthetic to consider."

He chuckled at the latter part.

"A protest I am certain would go rather thoroughly unnoticed. But I have other priorities. In this case, allowing you room to move and not endanger you in a stiff breeze of becoming airborne. A striking dress, of course, but quite...voluminous."

And he has no doubts that Klingon dresses are built much like the women that wear them: durable as hull armour.

[rejoined]

Jadzia's lips twist upwards in amusement. "Not flying around or getting knocked over when the wind blows would be nice," she allows. "Right now, I'm not sure which one will happen first. Care to make a bet in Quark's honor?"

She'll leave the aesthetic to Garak. That is his area, after all, and she isn't the crafty sort of host. She likes music, but not much else on the scale.

[the_tailor_spy]

He smiles, briefly.

"In his dishonor, perhaps, but another time, certainly."

He makes a few more measurements, take measure working without even really touching her form. A deft hand, certainly.

"This will, of course, be free of charge. Old colleagues' discount, and all that."

[rejoined]

"You're too kind, Garak."

Too kind. Or treating her like everyone else seems to be. It's almost like she's walking a tightrope over a mine field and no one wants to push her off.

"I'll be sure to make it up to you with more business." Because that's how this works. She'll have to repay him somehow, if not with currency.

[the_tailor_spy]

"That and I am fairly certain you haven't got any negotiable currency."

He chuckled at the latter.

"I certainly hope that will be true."

[rejoined]

"Yet," Jadzia says with a smirk, knowing well that she may need to find something to work with, even if this isn't run exactly like Deep Space Nine. "It will be. So, do I need to sit here while you figure this out or am I free to risk getting my hem caught in the doors until you're ready?"

[the_tailor_spy]

"I am confident you will be able to land on your feet, as it were."

He smiles, and slowly shakes his head.

"No, I believe that you can go. I have all that I need."

[rejoined]

"Thanks, Garak," Jadzia says, her smile bright and grateful. Having so many friendly and familiar faces has helped her deal with being here more than she could explain. "I'll try not to ruin that vote of confidence."

Not that she could, but, well. Word play. She does still have something of Emony's balance. Not quite the same, but it does take a lot of training and balance to handle fighting Klingons, which Dax does these days.

At any rate, Garak has done her a lot of good. "I'll be back. You haven't seen the last of me yet." She smirks at him as she turns to head out.

When she finally learns about Ezri, she'll figure out the irony to her words. Even the dead can be seen again.