[There are many and myriad things about this current situation which Garak does not like at all. Waking up as a human was the foremost pressing one on his mind for the longest time.
Now he truly understands why they had to keep the station's lights so damnably bright, he can't see anything in the shadows.
First order of business--familiarizing himself with his current situation. He's wandered as far as he's able through the Rocket base, creating a mental map, and now is in the cafeteria with a cup of tea reading through posts on the Gear. All this information, just freely accessible! A true security nightmare, but one that he's taking advantage of.]
Network
[The man appearing on-screen seems to be pretty familiar with this type of communication. He's middle-aged, fairly plain, with dark slicked-back black hair, an enigmatic smile under his wide nose, and brilliantly blue eyes half-hidden behind a pair of reading glasses.
(Honestly, humans, your eyesight is terrible. You should work on that.)]
Ah, greetings! My name is Garak, a tailor by trade. I'm afraid I'm slightly too old to be joining everyone in this fascinating journey of yours, so I will instead be offering my services here in Goldenrod.
Alterations, repair, even design--I promise you, if there's any request you have it's incredibly likely that I've had it before! And if not, well, I live for the challenge.
Elim Garak | Star Trek: DS9
[There are many and myriad things about this current situation which Garak does not like at all. Waking up as a human was the foremost pressing one on his mind for the longest time.
Now he truly understands why they had to keep the station's lights so damnably bright, he can't see anything in the shadows.
First order of business--familiarizing himself with his current situation. He's wandered as far as he's able through the Rocket base, creating a mental map, and now is in the cafeteria with a cup of tea reading through posts on the Gear. All this information, just freely accessible! A true security nightmare, but one that he's taking advantage of.]
Network
[The man appearing on-screen seems to be pretty familiar with this type of communication. He's middle-aged, fairly plain, with dark slicked-back black hair, an enigmatic smile under his wide nose, and brilliantly blue eyes half-hidden behind a pair of reading glasses.
(Honestly, humans, your eyesight is terrible. You should work on that.)]
Ah, greetings! My name is Garak, a tailor by trade. I'm afraid I'm slightly too old to be joining everyone in this fascinating journey of yours, so I will instead be offering my services here in Goldenrod.
Alterations, repair, even design--I promise you, if there's any request you have it's incredibly likely that I've had it before! And if not, well, I live for the challenge.