[Wade has seen a lot of very strange individuals from very different walks of life. It kind of comes with the territory as a comic book character. So when someone who's very obviously a different species comes up to him seemingly with purpose, his reaction isn't anything more than a raised eyebrow. The dude looks familiar though, no doubt about that. Not so much the man himself as his appearance. He looks like one of those aliens from those shows Weasel is always roping him into watching.
He crosses his arms over his chest.]
I mean, I'm generally able to pick out my own clothes, but if you're offering...?
[Considering the Rutger-Hauer-in-Blade-Runner cosplay you're sporting right now, pretty sure your fashion sense is in desperate need of an upgrade, Wade.]
[Garak deliberately looks over the mess that the man is currently wearing, slowly, before meeting his gaze.]
I have no doubt that you're physically capable of pulling clothes out of a closet. I sincerely doubt you'd be able to pull together an outfit if that's what you wear in public.
[Garak shakes his head.]
Do you truly intend to wear something like that to the casino?
[The sudden attack on his fashion sense catches Wade off guard for a few seconds, and he momentarily casts a puzzled glance down at his attire before raising his eyes to meet Garak's with an altogether unimpressed expression. He scoffs.]
Really? That's your big pitch? Gonna try an' neg me into accepting your services? I mean I ain't gonna slam your taste in colors but your marketing scheme needs work, five-head. Jussayin'. Now if you're not here to order drinks, I assume you can find the exit.
[There are a fair amount of words being said that Garak simply isn't understanding. Five-head is likely to be an insult but it's not a slur so he'll ignore it, but neg? slam? jussayin? Humans. Even when he thinks he has a passing mastery of their slang they keep coming up with new variations.
No matter. He'll work with what he has, as he always does. Garak's smile brightens.]
Normally my clothes do my talking for me, as do my satisfied customers. Unfortunately I don't have a shop set up quite yet on this world, so I'm relying on commissions, and Nate would like the group to look... Well.
[He takes a look at what Wade's wearing again.]
Suitable for the environment we're going into. Otherwise we might all be shown the exit prematurely, and I would rather not have our errand interrupted.
[Jesus, this guy just doesn't take a fucking hint, does he? Is this what it's like dealing with Wade all the time? He stares at the man for a few seconds before sighing, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.]
Okay. Can't say I'm a hundred percent in love with your act right now, but if Nate needs this then I can't exactly say no, can I?
[He glances around the bar, noting the clientele currently sitting at the tables.]
Doesn't look like there's anybody to bounce at the moment, so we can slip in the back room for a bit. I'm assuming you're gonna need to take measurements, right?
[he says pleasantly, not showing the triumph he feels now that Wade is convinced. There's no need to smirk.]
And then you tell me if there are any Earth-based textiles that you're allergic to, so I can make sure to avoid using them. Luckily for you it's only Earth-based textiles.
[It's disappointing. There are some very good materials out there that he's not going to get to use for quite some time and he's also a little surprised at his own disappointment. He's a spy, with tailoring as a cover... but tailoring has certainly grown on him.]
[Wade shrugs, setting off for the back room and trusting Garak to keep in step.]
I mean, never used to be allergic to any fabrics that I can think of, but my chemicals have been changed so much that who the fuck knows anymore. We'll just have to deal with that as it comes, I guess. In here.
[He pushes open the door, leading Garak to a sparse room filled with bottles of liquor and kegs of beer. In the center is a table with a few chairs. Wade turns to face Garak and stretches, drawing his hands behind his head.]
Okay, so. Should I stand in any particular spot or...?
Only if you like the lighting in another spot more.
[He says it with a smile as he stretches out the measuring tape and gets to work. Learning how to do this manually all over again has been a chore, but at least it's something he can do here that he can see progress in.]
What do you mean by 'chemicals changed?' Did it happen here, or in the world you came from?
[If here, this could be useful. If elsewhere... at least it's something to talk about as he's pressing the tape to various portions of Wade's anatomy, something that humans are often very self-conscious about.]
[It's not so much self-consciousness as it is bad memories that causes Wade's body to stiffen-- though he tries to tell himself that this is just a simple fitting, he can't help but be reminded of the last time he was poked and prodded like this. Pretty recently, in fact. That coupled with the ever-present danger of Garak picking up his emotions if he so much as managed to brush an exposed patch of skin has Wade a touch less relaxed than he would be previously. Especially with this new topic. Ah, well. Like most problems, he kind of brought it on himself.]
And by "chemicals changed" I mean... I had a power before I came here, I lost it, and now it's back. Apparently. A Windows 98 version, anyway.
[With most humans Garak can generally start to figure out what their slang terms are for a few moments into the conversation, based on context and what he knows of humanity in general. This one, however, seems to thrive on things that make absolutely no sense.
Or he's being messed with. Wade could be making up absolute gibberish with the 'windows 98' thing. Since when have humans ever been so concerned with windows they'd count them?]
I can't tell if you're happy to have the power back or not. Does your power actually tie into your allergies?
[A noncommittal shrug is Wade's answer to that question, but due to Wade's apparently inability to let even a few seconds go by without saying anything, he elaborates:]
Not my allergies, per se. My immune system, on the other hand... Not to mention chemotherapy typically treats your insides like Tinker Toys anyway, so who knows what's even going on in here right now?
[He briefly pats his chest.]
Could be secretly allergic to oxygen, for all I know.
[He is not going to figure out any of these, is he. Tinker Toys? He strongly doubts humans teach their young to dabble as they all seem fairly monofocused.]
Given the fact that it doesn't seem to be giving you any issues, I'd guess you're safe. But medical knowledge doesn't tend to overlap with tailoring. Simply some... anatomical takeaways.
[There's a little amusement behind that statement, especially as the measuring tape is moving lower now, around Wade's hips and then ass. It's a significant ass. With most human men Garak doesn't have to factor that in much, but in this case he makes an extra note in his mental file.]
Are there any features of yourself you like emphasized or disguised?
I mean... sometimes there's an overlap. You know how it is. You find yourself in a scrap, some dude you know gets stabbed, you're the only one with intimate knowledge of stitching-- speakin' of intimate, by the way... might wanna be careful. Any friendlier and you're gonna have to buy me dinner.
[A rakish grin accompanies that remark, before he gives Garak's question a bit more thought.]
In any case, tight clothes are kinda what I'm used to back home-- kinda the style there if I'm gonna be honest-- but I think I'll leave that up to your jurisdiction there, pal. I look good in red and black. Stylish as well as practical, know what I mean?
[Garak grins back up at the teasing as he finishes his measurements, inseam and outer leg, before standing.]
If you're paying for the outfit I can afford to buy dinner. Otherwise I'm afraid I'm quite destitute.
[The tape measure gets rolled up and tucked into his pocket as he nods.]
I can do a black suit and a red shirt, black tie? A more subdued red to stay classy, but that should work well for you. And subdued red will hide bloodstains too, if that's what you mean by practical.
[Wade turns his head to grin at him, instantly delighted.]
Ah, I see you're also a man of practicality. That's exactly what I meant by that. Never know when you're gonna get into a gunfight and those laundry bills just rack up, y'know?
[Wade please clean your fucking clothing no one wants to hang out with someone who smells like blood--]
In any case, that ensemble sounds perfect. If you could possibly work some magic to make it easy to move around quickly in, it'd be even better. I hate being too confined by fashion, know what I mean?
[Which is pretty obvious by the outfit he's normally seen in.]
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He crosses his arms over his chest.]
I mean, I'm generally able to pick out my own clothes, but if you're offering...?
[Considering the Rutger-Hauer-in-Blade-Runner cosplay you're sporting right now, pretty sure your fashion sense is in desperate need of an upgrade, Wade.]
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I have no doubt that you're physically capable of pulling clothes out of a closet. I sincerely doubt you'd be able to pull together an outfit if that's what you wear in public.
[Garak shakes his head.]
Do you truly intend to wear something like that to the casino?
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Really? That's your big pitch? Gonna try an' neg me into accepting your services? I mean I ain't gonna slam your taste in colors but your marketing scheme needs work, five-head. Jussayin'. Now if you're not here to order drinks, I assume you can find the exit.
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No matter. He'll work with what he has, as he always does. Garak's smile brightens.]
Normally my clothes do my talking for me, as do my satisfied customers. Unfortunately I don't have a shop set up quite yet on this world, so I'm relying on commissions, and Nate would like the group to look... Well.
[He takes a look at what Wade's wearing again.]
Suitable for the environment we're going into. Otherwise we might all be shown the exit prematurely, and I would rather not have our errand interrupted.
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Okay. Can't say I'm a hundred percent in love with your act right now, but if Nate needs this then I can't exactly say no, can I?
[He glances around the bar, noting the clientele currently sitting at the tables.]
Doesn't look like there's anybody to bounce at the moment, so we can slip in the back room for a bit. I'm assuming you're gonna need to take measurements, right?
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[he says pleasantly, not showing the triumph he feels now that Wade is convinced. There's no need to smirk.]
And then you tell me if there are any Earth-based textiles that you're allergic to, so I can make sure to avoid using them. Luckily for you it's only Earth-based textiles.
[It's disappointing. There are some very good materials out there that he's not going to get to use for quite some time and he's also a little surprised at his own disappointment. He's a spy, with tailoring as a cover... but tailoring has certainly grown on him.]
Please, lead the way.
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I mean, never used to be allergic to any fabrics that I can think of, but my chemicals have been changed so much that who the fuck knows anymore. We'll just have to deal with that as it comes, I guess. In here.
[He pushes open the door, leading Garak to a sparse room filled with bottles of liquor and kegs of beer. In the center is a table with a few chairs. Wade turns to face Garak and stretches, drawing his hands behind his head.]
Okay, so. Should I stand in any particular spot or...?
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[He says it with a smile as he stretches out the measuring tape and gets to work. Learning how to do this manually all over again has been a chore, but at least it's something he can do here that he can see progress in.]
What do you mean by 'chemicals changed?' Did it happen here, or in the world you came from?
[If here, this could be useful. If elsewhere... at least it's something to talk about as he's pressing the tape to various portions of Wade's anatomy, something that humans are often very self-conscious about.]
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[It's not so much self-consciousness as it is bad memories that causes Wade's body to stiffen-- though he tries to tell himself that this is just a simple fitting, he can't help but be reminded of the last time he was poked and prodded like this. Pretty recently, in fact. That coupled with the ever-present danger of Garak picking up his emotions if he so much as managed to brush an exposed patch of skin has Wade a touch less relaxed than he would be previously. Especially with this new topic. Ah, well. Like most problems, he kind of brought it on himself.]
And by "chemicals changed" I mean... I had a power before I came here, I lost it, and now it's back. Apparently. A Windows 98 version, anyway.
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Or he's being messed with. Wade could be making up absolute gibberish with the 'windows 98' thing. Since when have humans ever been so concerned with windows they'd count them?]
I can't tell if you're happy to have the power back or not. Does your power actually tie into your allergies?
[Because that doesn't sound like a power at all.]
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[A noncommittal shrug is Wade's answer to that question, but due to Wade's apparently inability to let even a few seconds go by without saying anything, he elaborates:]
Not my allergies, per se. My immune system, on the other hand... Not to mention chemotherapy typically treats your insides like Tinker Toys anyway, so who knows what's even going on in here right now?
[He briefly pats his chest.]
Could be secretly allergic to oxygen, for all I know.
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Given the fact that it doesn't seem to be giving you any issues, I'd guess you're safe. But medical knowledge doesn't tend to overlap with tailoring. Simply some... anatomical takeaways.
[There's a little amusement behind that statement, especially as the measuring tape is moving lower now, around Wade's hips and then ass. It's a significant ass. With most human men Garak doesn't have to factor that in much, but in this case he makes an extra note in his mental file.]
Are there any features of yourself you like emphasized or disguised?
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[A rakish grin accompanies that remark, before he gives Garak's question a bit more thought.]
In any case, tight clothes are kinda what I'm used to back home-- kinda the style there if I'm gonna be honest-- but I think I'll leave that up to your jurisdiction there, pal. I look good in red and black. Stylish as well as practical, know what I mean?
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If you're paying for the outfit I can afford to buy dinner. Otherwise I'm afraid I'm quite destitute.
[The tape measure gets rolled up and tucked into his pocket as he nods.]
I can do a black suit and a red shirt, black tie? A more subdued red to stay classy, but that should work well for you. And subdued red will hide bloodstains too, if that's what you mean by practical.
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Ah, I see you're also a man of practicality. That's exactly what I meant by that. Never know when you're gonna get into a gunfight and those laundry bills just rack up, y'know?
[Wade please clean your fucking clothing no one wants to hang out with someone who smells like blood--]
In any case, that ensemble sounds perfect. If you could possibly work some magic to make it easy to move around quickly in, it'd be even better. I hate being too confined by fashion, know what I mean?
[Which is pretty obvious by the outfit he's normally seen in.]