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Garak needed clothes.
Well, actually, he needed quite a few things, including but not limited to a way out of this place, but clothes were high on the list. The climate had changed enough that his tunic and pants were a bit too warm, and that was saying quite a lot considering Cardassian heat tolerance levels. But then, he had prepared the garments with Terok Nor's climate settings in mind, and he was certainly not there now. He'd been on this Tabula Rasa place for nearly two weeks, actually, and had come to the conclusion that it was not a holographic program. Probably.
The box downstairs had proven to be just as chaotic and semi-sentient as he had been warned but he had been able to procure a few decent articles to alter and was currently in the process of doing so. He was wearing one of his previously altered outfits now, a layered creation of three long-sleeved loose Terran cotton tunics in different dark colors with loose pants that were made in a complementary color. Three shirts may have seemed a bit odd to some, but the climate settings in this compound were even worse than those on Terok Nor and so he needed more layers indoors. When he was outdoors or in the reasonably-sized cave he'd appropriated for himself near the hot springs, he could easily remove a layer for comfort without sacrificing dignity.
He really preferred to do his tailoring in a less interruption prone area, but the "rec room" was one of the few places with tables large enough to spread the fabric out. He had positioned himself so all entrances to the room were visible and was thus immediately aware when someone entered the room. He ignored them, however, and continued cutting fabrics with the cutting laser, trying to turn a hideous embroidered something into a decent tunic.
[As usual, please be aware of Garak's appearance. Late tags accepted till Monday evening.]
Well, actually, he needed quite a few things, including but not limited to a way out of this place, but clothes were high on the list. The climate had changed enough that his tunic and pants were a bit too warm, and that was saying quite a lot considering Cardassian heat tolerance levels. But then, he had prepared the garments with Terok Nor's climate settings in mind, and he was certainly not there now. He'd been on this Tabula Rasa place for nearly two weeks, actually, and had come to the conclusion that it was not a holographic program. Probably.
The box downstairs had proven to be just as chaotic and semi-sentient as he had been warned but he had been able to procure a few decent articles to alter and was currently in the process of doing so. He was wearing one of his previously altered outfits now, a layered creation of three long-sleeved loose Terran cotton tunics in different dark colors with loose pants that were made in a complementary color. Three shirts may have seemed a bit odd to some, but the climate settings in this compound were even worse than those on Terok Nor and so he needed more layers indoors. When he was outdoors or in the reasonably-sized cave he'd appropriated for himself near the hot springs, he could easily remove a layer for comfort without sacrificing dignity.
He really preferred to do his tailoring in a less interruption prone area, but the "rec room" was one of the few places with tables large enough to spread the fabric out. He had positioned himself so all entrances to the room were visible and was thus immediately aware when someone entered the room. He ignored them, however, and continued cutting fabrics with the cutting laser, trying to turn a hideous embroidered something into a decent tunic.
[As usual, please be aware of Garak's appearance. Late tags accepted till Monday evening.]