Oh shit it's a hamster, GET IN THE CAR

[aintnoconvict]

The Test Drive Meme

Bad news! You've been kidnapped by aliens to a very randomly planned city inside a moon in a galaxy far far away. The aliens have done this for the lulz. And research. But mostly lulz. Lots of bad and strange things happen, as the collection of weirdo citizens will no doubt tell you. The good news is this is a quiet day with absolutely no horrors, so grab your tablet and get to exploring and/or trolling.

Aww yiss open-to-all-and-any test drive meme. Have some rules, such as they are:
1. Tag in with a character. Any character. Any medium. One you've already apped, one you're thinking of apping, one you'll never app, go wild.
2. That character has either a) just arrived in Taxon or b) has been stuck in the city for some time. Totally up to you.
3. You do not have to be a member of Taxon to participate. All are welcome to pop on in and be enabled!
4. App these fabulous people :D

Comments

[location]

[betterthantruth]

Were Garak the sort of man who would appreciate references to human culture, he might just have a bit of a moment. Here, a parlour of sorts, and two spiders rather than one.

Quaint.

He makes his way over, posture perfect and moving not at all like a human, but something more reminiscent of a reptile. All smooth lines and weird, angular shapes, and a set of piercing blue eyes to go with his enigmatic smile.

"If I may be so bold," he says, voice lilting and amiable to a fault. "But I would advise against using the term 'alien'. I'm afraid it is fast going," artful pause goes here, "out of style. Very last season."

Glancing at the chair opposite the human. "May I?"

[location]

[wheelsanddeals]

Thoroughly quaint.

Gold pauses only briefly in the act of sipping his tea, quickly ticking over possibilities. Not ogre, not troll, not goblin. Dragonkin? No, alien if his advice was anything to go by. He inclines his head and lowers his cup.

"My apologies, apparently I adapted to the local too quickly." He gestures to the open seat. "You are more than welcome, I could do with some company that's more...lifelike."

He glances at the next table, where an Extra couple exchanges utterly depthless sweet nothings.

[location]

[betterthantruth]

Garak discreetly follows the glance as he takes a seat. Pursing his lips, placing his hands flat on the tablecloth, he redirects his attention solely on his soon-to-be new acquaintance. His bracelet more than visible where his sleeve's slipped away from his wrist. One might wonder just where he gets such a garish, mismatched outfit (or perhaps even more importantly, how he makes it work). "Ah. Yes. Can't we all?"

But, now, moving on to more intriguing matters, such as proper conversation with what he believes is a man who can appreciate a multi-layered dialogue. And if there is one thing a Cardassian thrives upon it is unseen depths.

This particular member of his species is no different, except for the simple fact he is very much so. "And I assure you, there is no need for apologies. I am Cardassian by birth, though that means very little in this place - but I should like to make it absolutely transparent that I am not in league with our absent captors. I suppose I should count myself lucky they picked such a..."

His chin tilts up by increments, and that too in the way a reptile might snap to attention. His voice couldn't be more dry. "Fluffy guise. But, I forget my manners. The name is Garak."