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[simpletailor]

This day had been far more eventful than Garak had originally thought it would be.  Instead of spending his afternoon cutting fabric for the dress Ensign Williams had commissioned, he'd landed on an island, and to add to the situation, it was apparently an island that defied all explanation, logical or otherwise.    Oh, certainly, Dr. Bashir had

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[weemanmurray]

Ian stopped. Dead. He stopped dead in the middle of the path, and he stared. His mother had always told him that it was wrong to stare, and yet, there he was. Staring.

His arms tightened around Jamie.

"Jesus Christ and his sainted mother..."

[simpletailor]

The staring was something he'd gotten used to on the station, once he was the only Cardassian left, and it seemed he would continue to be used to it here. He'd never quite heard that expression, though. It seemed to have something to do with some human religion. He never could remember them all.

"Neither, I'm afraid," he replied pleasantly. The man sounded a little like Chief O'Brien, and the child he carried with the protectiveness of a parent was still very small and fragile-looking.

[weemanmurray]

It took a moment, but Ian seemed to remember himself. He remembered the look that he'd often gotten back on the Ridge, once he'd come back with his tattooed face. He remembered that, and he found that he was ashamed of himself.

"Ye'll forgive me," he said. "I havena ever...ye've..." He blinked. "I'm terrible rude. M'mother would...be ashamed...of me."

[simpletailor]

"Oh, I'm not offended, I assure you," he replied, still speaking pleasantly. He had the feeling that this man's statement about his mother being ashamed was actually true and that such shame would have an effect. He could certainly understand such feelings. Mila had always an extraordinary talent for reminding him of his duty and occasional lack of attention to it.

"I...presume you have not met anyone who looks quite like me?" he hazarded, though he was nearly certain he knew the answer.

[stranded_ford]

Ford was wandering aimlessly. It was said thing to sink to, but if he couldn't wander the universe, he had to do something with his time. Even if that just meant walking restlessly from one part of the island to another. He sighed and was about to start trip number eleven when he caught sight of the person coming towards him on the path. He gibbered happily for a moment in Betelgeusian before grinning and showing all of his very sharp teeth to their best advantage.

"Zarquon! Did you know I was really getting worried about the population of this place? Seriously, man. Way too many humans for comfort." He'd already slipped into Cardassian. It wasn't one of his favorite languages and his accent needed work, but it was nice to get the chance to speak it.

[Ford has on the clothes it shows on his wiki plus the towel. He's just sort of picked things up from everywhere he's been clothingwise.]

[simpletailor]

Hearing Cardassian after several hours of hearing nothing but Standard was not something particularly comforting, especially when spoken by a man who appeared to be human, was smiling strangely, and also appeared to be wearing his entire unfortunate wardrobe all at once.

Still, politeness was required, and it was very nice to hear his own language, if a bit badly spoken.

"I'm sorry, I think you've mistaken me for someone else," he replied politely, inclining his head in the traditional courtly nod.

[stranded_ford]

"I think not. I've never met you before and I don't think you've ever met me. I'm just overy happy about meeting someone non-human here. From what I know, you've brought the grand total up to three." Of course, Ford was only going on people he'd met for that list, so he was probably off.

"I'm Ford by the way. Ford Prefect." He returned the nod.

[simpletailor]

"I had noticed a significant bias in favor of humans, myself," he replied with a slight smile, trying not to wince at how the man had pronounced some of those words. Cardassian was not an easy language, after all, and his own accent couldn't be particularly good after so many years in exile.

"My name is Garak," he added. "Might I ask how you came to learn Cardassian?"

[scruffysmuggler]

For once, Chewbacca was walking at Han's side rather then up ahead as he walked up to the compound for some supplies. When he saw the man coming towards him, Han couldn't help but smile. While being human himself...this being surrounded by humans all the time wore on his nerves. When one was used to dealing with more aliens then humans, seeing someone of another species, even one he didn't know, brought a smile to his face. Even if the guy was human and just looked different, it was enough for Han.

He nodded as the two approached each other. "Afternoon..."

[simpletailor]

"Good afternoon," Garak replied pleasantly enough, looking at the man and his rather large animal. It looked like what would happen if one combined a riding hound with several skeins of Vitalian wool. The man himself had a lean, slightly scruffy look. Actually he looked a bit like a freighter captain, upon consideration.

[scruffysmuggler]

Chewbacca barked cheerfully in his own hello, which made Han chuckle. He'd be amused to know how right the man read him, but flattered as well. He hadn't lost his touch. "You arrive recently?" He asked amiably. "Can't say I've seen you around."

[simpletailor]

Garak chuckled as well. He recalled several riding hounds that preferred to be participants in the conversation. This animal seemed to have similar opinions.

"I have recently arrived, as a matter of fact," he replied equally pleasantly, noting that the man spoke laconically, which further cemented the freighter captain idea. "Only this afternoon. It's quite a lot to take in."

[queeninthenorth]

Jeyne had begun to put her island gift to use, and was pleased with the grey dress she had made. It was light enough for the island's warmth, yet long enough to be proper for a lady to wear. She didn't know what sort of fabric it was, but she liked the way it rustled as she walked. She'd hardly finished it, and now she was thinking of what she would make next.

She forgot all about her sewing plans, however, as was so startled by the man's - at least, she thought it was a man, but she wasn't at all certain - appearance that she made a small, startled noise and clapped her hands to her mouth. She had never seen anyone before with such an appearance, and though it was terribly rude, she couldn't help but stare.

[simpletailor]

That was becoming a slightly familiar reaction, and Garak smiled disarmingly. The woman was dressed in a garment that implied she may be from one of the more primitive cultures, although the dress was quite well-made and suited the woman's complexion much better than some of the other garments he'd seen.

"My apologies, madam. I did not mean to startle you," he addressed her courteously, adding a courtly nod to complete the impression.

[queeninthenorth]

Composing herself, Jeyne bobbed a little curtsey. She had been terribly rude, and felt she had to apologise. "I'm very sorry to stare, ser," she said hesitantly, "but I've never seen anyone like you before." At first she had thought that he was the victim of some awful burn or accident - even though she'd never seen Sandor Clegane, she'd heard of him and his horrible half-burnt face - but somehow, once he spoke, that seemed impossible.

[simpletailor]

"Oh, that's quite alright, madam," he excused her and smiled a bit wider, noting the charming curtsey and adding that to his impression of her.

"I suspect I'm not the most average looking individual one could meet, especially here." That was certainly an understatement, but good conversation was often concerned with the art of the understatement

[maybe_youll_die]

Wednesday had no idea who - or what - this was, but she instantly decided it was someone she wanted to know. "You're new," she said. It was, all in all, a fairly safe guess. "Do you know where you are?"

[simpletailor]

"I am new," he addressed the child, who was dressed all in black and exuded an air of precociousness. The color suited her complexion in a rather severe way.

"I arrived just today, actually. And I've been told that it's an island in the middle of literally nowhere." He was becoming more and more convinced that for now, this might actually be true, though he certainly wasn't going to assume it to be true tomorrow.

[maybe_youll_die]

"We're in the Bermuda Triangle," Wednesday told him confidently. "Nobody ever escapes the Bermuda Triangle. But I know how to survive here."

[simpletailor]

Garak wasn't entirely sure what the Bermuda Triangle was, but he seemed to recall the doctor mentioning at some point. Something about superstitions and unexplainable events.

"Knowing how to survive is an admirable skill," he replied sincerely, addressing her as an adult. She seemed to be around the Age of Emergence, which meant she was an adult, or was learning to be one. "I have found it to be much preferable to the alternative."