Who: Garak, Jaenelle, Daemon (if he's at home) What: A place to stay Where: Jaenelle's Home When: Not long after Jaenelle's invitation Status: Incomplete Rating: TBD
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It would have been reasonable for Garak to be worried, distraught, confused, and frustrated over his sudden displacement to twenty-first century Earth. And, in some manner, he was all of these emotions. But after spending so many years in service to the Obsidian Order, and having lived the last bit of his life in exile on Deep Space Nine, he had grown accustomed to such unexpected changes. He just told himself that it wouldn't last forever and that he might as well enjoy as much of this vacation as he could. It was a new place. A new world. With new people (and certainly new venues for intrigue.) Certainly he would manage to find a niche for himself. There was no use complaining.
Besides, for all he knew Dr. Bashir might arrive tomorrow and the two of them could resume their lunches together.
So in his optimism, Garak decided that he would take up this Jaenelle person on her invitation to reside at her place until he managed to acquire his own residence. He was already planning and plotting for how to go about leasing a space for his tailor shop. A small place. Nothing big. Enough for a lobby and gallery area, two or three fitting rooms, and a work bench. He could live on the second floor, if one was available. Or perhaps off the back of the store. Garak wasn't picky when it came to most frivilous aspects of life. Unlike the spies of Earth's history, as told by Dr. Bashir's holosuite programs, Cardassian espionage involved a lot of sleeping in the dirt with barely enough food rations for each mission. Very uncomfortable. Hence Garak's instinctual ability to adapt.
It took him some time to locate Jaenelle's home since he had no means for which to pay for public transportation. He had to question numerous passerbys, all who found his appearance to be either disturbing and humorous (depending on the individual.) Again, he continued to receive a lot of Vulcan hand greeting gestures, which he ended up returning out of politeness. Odd, though, because he was fairly certain that Vulcans and Humans had yet to make contact with each other. But this was probably one of those alternate universes where people acted most unlike themselves and grew beards to show their allegiance to a greater evil. So Garak took it all in stride.
When he arrived at the door, he pushed what he thought would be a call button, but instead he heard a dinging noise from inside the house. And then he waited, curious as to whether or not he'd be greated by the stranger on the computer console or her mysterious escort. Either would suit him. Garak was interested in all things about all people.
You never knew what you could use against someone at a later time.