Reduce, Reuse

[raised_fromhell]

Who: Dean, Kaylee, Garak, and Doc Nine
Where: Garage
When: Following this PM on the network
What: Dean and Kaylee clean up the mess from the fire fight, company turns up.

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[kay_lee_frye]

Kaylee grabbed Dean's wrist again, this time not out of comfort, but to steel herself at the revelation about Dukat. She was no innocent, and while she had never personally killed anybody, she was part of a crew that had many times over, and was at peace with that. But being responsible for the death of billions? Swallowing hard she forced a smile to her face. "It sure is a teddy bear," she confirmed.

"An' sure thing Doctor," she answered, her smile relaxing into something a little more natural. "I could definitly set some anchors for you and any other metal work ya'll need done."

[doc_nine]

The Doctor's eyes blinked rapidly and he began to chew at the inside of his cheek, killed billions... he knew what that felt like, having to decide if.... Staring down at the floor, he pushed his thoughts away from the choices he'd been forced into making- not that it made him any less a killer (at least not in his eyes), it had still been his hand on the button, his actions. What he hadn't expected was that he would survive- a cruel twist of fate, almost as bad as ending up in the Hotel, unless of course this place was his purgatory.

Suddenly grinning at Kaylee and then Garak, he nodded. "Fantastic, thank you, Kaylee. I'm sure that would make the job a lot easier, wouldn't it, Garak?"

[code_obsidian]

Hallucinations? Lovely. Just...lovely. Garak kept his face carefully neutral. Had he needed any further confirmation just from which point in time he was dealing with Dukat, that was it. "Don't be so certain it was the..." there was that anthropomorphism of the hotel again, truly disturbing! "The hotel." He could do this. He could talk about Ziyal in front of these strangers and the Doctor without revealing how much it affected him, too. He had to

[raised_fromhell]

Dean remained impassive, holding a calm and steady ground for Kaylee's sake...given the way she kept grabbing at his wrist. He wasn't too disturbed at the revelation of Dukat's body count...it wasn't like the hunter had the cleanest closet himself.

"Well, you don't sound half as commanding or intimidating as him." Dean offered, a smile starting to pull across his face. "So I think that is a great start." Note to self: Dukat is a few fries short of a happy meal. Dean added in thought.

Dean turned his attention though to the Doctor, now wanting to be talking about something else besides death and madmen. "You moved down here? What's that been like?"

[kay_lee_frye]

Realizing she was still gripping Dean's wrist she quickly dropped it and shoved both of her hands into her pockets, keeping them occupied by fiddling with the little odds and ends she found inside of them.

"Everything's shiny," she told both Garak and the Doctor, still trying to wrap her head around all this new information. "Just let me know what ya'll need."

[doc_nine]

He knew all about loss- far too much! He wanted to keep to the more cheerful thought of working on the TARDIS, but even that brought ghosts from the recent past, he shook his head, automatically glancing towards Rose's TARDIS. Her loss seemed almost worse than all the others, perhaps because there was always the chance of seeing her again, he shook his head, then forced himself to grin at Dean.

"Drafty, mostly," he replied, when asked what it had been like living in the garage. "But," he grinned at Garak and Kaylee, "Things are looking up on that front."

[code_obsidian]

"I'm not military," Garak explained to Dean with an amiable smile, as though that said it all as far as intimidation was concerned. "On my world, that makes all the difference.

"Shiny?" he asked, still smiling. "Interesting figure of speech. I like that." He then nodded to the Doctor. "Yes, we're going to take care of your drafts. I think your biggest problem when all is said and done will be having to kick out would-be interlopers."

[raised_fromhell]

Dean frowned about the temperament of the garage. "I was wondering if it might be possible to camp out in my car sometime. Haven't done it in a while, old habits die kinda hard."

To Garak the hunter's interest was peaked. "What is your world?" He asked.

[kay_lee_frye]

Kaylee didn't really have anything to contribute to the conversation so she simply smiled and nodded when appropriate while waiting curiously for Garak's answer to Dean's question.

[doc_nine]

"Not a lot of passing traffic down here, interloper-wise," he grinned back at Garak. "Wouldn't mind a bit of company."

He seemed to have spent most of his time scavenging for something or other or simply going back and forth for a shower. It took up a lot of his time, although perhaps that wasn't a bad thing he thought, looking yet again in the direction of Rose's TARDIS, then back at the shell of his.

[code_obsidian]

"Cardassia Prime," Garak replied with a small flash of affection in blue eyes. Despite all their troubles, their grief, it was home, his home, and he loved it dearly. He always would.

"I may give you reason to regret saying that, Doctor," he said with a smile. "I've been known to enjoy a good discussion on literature, and our thoughtful kidnappers provided me with my copy of Preloc's masterpiece, The Never Ending Sacrifice. I might have to inflict it on you and allow you to do the same with something you enjoy. Then we can debate the merits for hours in the comfort of your new home. You'll get quite tired of the sound of my voice."

[raised_fromhell]

Dean looked over to the Doctor. "I'd be careful with anyone coming down here. I caught some guy trying to break into my car the other day." The hunter advised. "I stopped him, but couldn't chase him down. He's got black longish hair, a five o'clock shadow, and a gray tail. Just a little taller than me."

He shook his head. "Never seen him before that. I think someone sent him to go breaking into my stuff. I had some personal effects in the trunk."

[kay_lee_frye]

Kaylee was concerned to hear they had a potential thief in their midst. Well besides herself, but that was different and besides the point. She wondered if it was necessary to figure out a way to lock up her shop, but then again just because she had adopted the room as her own, didn't really make it hers any more than any of the other residents. But she woul;d be more mindful of what she kept out in the open.

[doc_nine]

When Garak admitted to an interest in literature, the Doctor grinned back at him. "Love to, not come across that particular book, but if the title's anything to go by, should make for a good discussion. The Hotel left me with a book too, oddly enough. The Signalman by Charles Dickens- nice man, you would've liked him."

Dean's comments about someone attempting to break into his car caught his attention. "Don't think I've seen anyone with a tail around the Hotel, couple I wouldn't exactly trust, mind you." He smiled briefly. "Present company excepted, of course." There was one he definitely wouldn't trust as far as he could chuck him! "Come across a bloke by the name of Jareth?" He asked, trying to make it sound like a casual comment

[code_obsidian]

Garak didn't much like the sound of a thief around, either, not that he had anything particularly sensitive someone could steal. It was the principle of the matter. "If I had seen anyone with a tail, I'd remember it," he said. He could empathize with Kaylee's look. He felt similar misgiving.

"Ah, yes," Garak said to the Doctor. "Another doctor friend of mine introduced me to Dickens' works years ago. That particular one is one I've not read. I look forward to it." Hopefully the characters weren't as idiotic as Pip of Great Expectations, he thought. Bashir never had been able to convince him of the appeal.

He shook his head as to the question of this "Jareth" fellow. "I'll keep an eye out, too, when I'm down here working. I'm not sure how much help I could be in a fight, though." He smiled blandly.

[raised_fromhell]

"Pretty pretty princess Jareth?" Dean asked. "Yeah. Guy needs to lay off the eye shadow and the hair spray, get looser pants...and stay the hell away from my car. He asked too many questions about it and what I do for a living." He paused for a moment to consider things narrowed his eyes a bit at the Doctor. "Does he have a track record for stealing things?" The hunter asked.

Dean flicked his eyes over Garak at the admission of his ability to fight. The Cardassian appeared homely enough, but the hunter didn't doubt for a second the alien knew how to handle himself.