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( open ) arrival

Who: Garak and YOU!
What: Arrival and exploring the city
When: First few days after his arrival
Where: Some random abandoned buildings and shops, the hotel
Warnings: None expected

I ▹ INFORMATION

[ One thing Garak has learned can be more valuable than virtually anything is information. The bright orb waiting for him upon arrival was useful, but incredibly lacking in many aspects, and Garak finds himself needing more to know what he's dealing with.

Yes, he realizes that a dying species likely had other things to worry about than just how much information they left readily available for others to come, but that doesn't mean some isn't laying around somewhere. He takes to exploring each and every building, pushing through the overgrown plants to step inside, climbing up stairs where he can manage, poking his head into different rooms as he passes them.

He'll approach any computer screen he finds, and he'll promptly open the nearest control panel to try and see what the circuitry looks like, and if there's any chance to get power running through it again. When that fails, he heads back outside and walks towards the outskirts of the city, trying to find whatever path the power might have once followed, hoping to find some sort of energy central.

The same goes for the plumbing system. At least plenty of people seem invested in getting power back up again, but Garak has a feeling they will all be in dire need of a decent bath sooner or later, and things will get rather unbearable if they don't get the plumbing working again.

If he finds anyone else exploring anywhere he happens to go, he'll smile at them, tilting his head all too politely. ] Greetings. May I ask what you're looking for? Perhaps it's the same as I, and we can help each other.

II ▹ CULTURE

[ Garak has found himself a place to sleep in at the rundown hotel. It's far from perfect, and he fully plans on finding something better eventually, but for the moment it has a door, a mostly intact window, and a whole ceiling. The bathroom has a tub that could be filled with water for a bath if need be, and having pushed the bed frame aside, Garak has gathered a few old blankets and sheets to serve as a small bed by a darker, warmer corner of the room.

He's not sleeping currently, however. Door open, he's sitting on those blankets, legs crossed, hunched over what looks like some kind of electronic device in his hands. He runs his fingers over the screen with a frown on his face, tapping and clicking like he's looking for something...

And then music just starts playing. Garak groans, eyes practically rolling back on his head. ] Oh, useless.

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"Oh, I wouldn't want to take your padd from you," he tries to gently deflect. He's continuing to tease of course--he will want to have something to read eventually and if it means they can have some semblance of normalcy with conversations about Cardassian literature, he will gladly take the opportunity.

"Nonsense, my dear," he answers almost immediately with a lilt to his tone, all sweet, kind smiles at Julian. "I'm sure I can stand to part with it for a few days, if not longer. Or you can simply come by my modest little corner whenever you are overcome by the need for truly superb literature."

He laughs at their game.

"Well, how can I refuse such a generous offer?" He had to concede defeat on this. Not to mention he wouldn't mind having something to do in the evenings since the padd is backlit when it gets dark.

"Are you looking for me to stop by more often?" he teases.

"I was hoping you wouldn't," he retorts with a pleased smile. It's a victory of sorts, and he's always happy about those.

He holds his hands behind his back with an evasive expression. "Would it bother you if that was what I was doing?"

"Not at all," he replies airily. "I thoroughly enjoy our time together after all." He's not sure exactly what Garak is getting at but he'll play along.

There's a slow pause there, then Garak tilts his head slightly. "Then please take it as an invitation to come by anytime you like. I greatly enjoy your company, as well."

There's something in that pause that Julian isn't exactly sure how to read. Like what Julian had just said was unexpected and Garak was taken aback by it. Interesting.

"I'd like to extend the same invitation to you, although there's nothing as entertaining in my quarters." No, he'd been attempting to use the dust and a stick to write things down--he needs something proper to write with.

It's not that it was unexpected, necessarily. He simply wonders sometimes, whether Julian fully understands the scope of his words. He always did strike Garak as a little naïve at times, even if the years have favored him greatly in that regard.

Well, in many regards. He keeps that little thought to himself for now.

"There is you," he points out, eyebrows raised. "But you're right, different forms of entertainment are scarce around here. I have a feeling this little device might become quite popular in time, should people learn of its existence."

His eyebrows raise in mild surprise. Garak has rarely been so...straightforward.

He knows Garak sees him as someone different than others on the station--sure perhaps initially as the most naive one, but Garak is not one to waste his time doing things he doesn't somewhat enjoy. But he won't come right out and say he enjoys it--he'll just keep doing it. Their lunches, his tailoring business, reading Earth literature...

It's jarring to hear him state it so plainly aloud.

He recovers quickly. "I suppose then once we have the basics and necessities up and running, perhaps finding a way to ensure others are entertained is another priority, else morale will go downhill quickly. And I'd rather not lose that padd, all things considered."

There is a time for everything, he has come to learn. Granted, he does prefer being vague and ambiguous most of the time, if only to confuse people, but right now it's also very entertaining to see the look on Julian's face when he's this direct and straightforward. Not such a bad idea to do it once in a while, if only to get that boggled reaction coming from him. It should keep him on his toes too.

"This place is very rundown, even with the best and brightest working on it things will be... difficult," he starts. "Morale is going to be low at times, we won't be able to avoid it entirely. I do see your point, but I can't let this device go around, leaving it in the hands of strangers. Maybe, should we have electricity again, we can find a way to share the information on it. Films shown on larger screens, or music played aloud for everyone to hear."

"I agree with you completely for once," he teases. Yes, he'll have to make sure he monitors everyone's psychological well being as well as physical. It could make all the difference while they're stuck here.

"In the meantime, it seems like our kidnappers are attempting to appease us with fulfilling requests. I think at the very least playing cards may be something reasonable to request, in addition to tools."

"Is that so?" Garak's brow raises, admittedly surprised by that piece of information. "Not any request, though, I take it? Otherwise I'm sure the town wouldn't be in such a state."

"No, not quite. It seems that you have to be very careful with your wording, else the words can get misconstrued. I think it's worth an attempt to get tools." He also has already put in a request for thermals for Garak but he doesn't admit to that.

"It is a good thing, then, that I'm so talented when it comes to words," he points out with a lift of his eyebrow. "There's no harm in taking my chances, I suppose. We're severely lacking in many things, the only problem is knowing what to ask for first."

"Yes yes, one of your many talents," he plays along with a roll of his eyes. "Well, tools for one, although I'm afraid I'm not one of the better engineers to graduate from Starfleet." Even with his superhuman abilities, that doesn't make up for lack of technical knowledge and experience. He's going to need help with repairing the machines in the infirmary.

"Indeed it is, many of which you are yet to learn about," he answers with a lilt, the tone both teasing and suggestive. The topic is an important one, however, so he leaves it at that for the moment.

"I am not the most skilled myself, but I do know my way around all sorts of technology. Even if we can't use them, I am certain others can, so it's a good idea. All that's left to do is thinking of the best and simplest wording to request for those tools."

Julian just gives him a pointed Look. That...by human standards was extremely flirtatious. He's going to hang on to that comment and examine it better later.

"We'll need at least a hyperspanner, phase coil resonator, and a coil spanner," he ticks off on his fingers.

"I also need to think about just how to not only get the clinic up and running, but how to keep it running," and he's now talking to himself as he starts to pace. "Other doctors, nurses, physical materials and medical tools, medications, a laboratory..."

It was extremely flirtatious by Cardassian standards as well, even if Cardassians' favorite kind of flirting often involved intense debate and invading each other's personal space.

Come to think of it, he's done that with Julian often as well. Humans just require more direct methods, he's come to learn.

He lifts an eyebrow as Julian begins pacing while talking to himself, his hands clasping behind his back. "Maybe," he pipes up, craning his neck to see if he can get Julian's attention again. "You should stick to less technical terms. Actually we should prepare for the possibility that the Agrii will only be able to provide us with more primitive tools."

He's snapped out of his head by Garak sticking his in Julian's field of vision and he abruptly stops pacing.

"More primitive tools? Have you seen the equipment in the infirmary?"

"Not yet, I haven't. Are they very advanced, then?"

Regardless, he still doesn't think Julian should have any expectations. The chances that the Agrii would be able to bestow them with tools they would be familiar with from their world are slim, if not impossible.

"They certainly appear to be, at least from what I've been able to tell." After all, he's a physician, not an engineer, even though he knows a bit more about engineering than he usually lets on.

"I'm curious to know what you think--you likely have more experience with this kind of thing than I do."

"I suppose, if we are lacking in people with proper expertise, I can have a look," he tilts his head, uncommitted as ever to his level of knowledge and skills, even when he knows already just how familiar Julian is with his expertise.

"Has Lieutenant Commander Dax not looked into it? She will most likely know better than I." Or maybe not, but who's to say. One more pair of eyes and hands is never too much.

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