<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/C2kHdWN.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lysander Colebrand (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16087910#msg16087910)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>11 March, 1400<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Odyssey Docking Bay<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Making friends  ::)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Sybil<br/><hr/><br/>The woman was blunt, and she spoke in a manner that hinted to her inhumanity. Ly’s brows were raised high on his forehead as she recommended “spice cookies” to him. He had never met anyone who made a dessert snack sound like a medicinal prescription. “You don’t say,” he commented—mainly because he realized he hadn’t said anything in response. He honestly didn’t have much to add. No more than two spice cookies? What were they narcotics?<br/><br/>He<em>seemed</em>to be an engineer. The corner of Ly’s mouth quirked slightly upward in mild annoyance. If she had been a stranger or anyone else, he might had assaulted her with one of his quips, but during their meeting, he wasn’t given any impression that she was a person who deserved it. She was blunt and almost machine-like in her speech.<br/><br/>“You make an astute observation. I am indeed one of the engineers here.” She was on the hydroponics team. They had some weird, tree-hugging birds over there at times. He was relieved to have met a tolerable one. “You should be able to look me up in the directory if you need anything. I should receive your link from anywhere on the ship.”<br/><br/>Now things became very strange. She wanted to cook for him? Did she ask this of everyone she met? Ly bowed his head, rested his hands on his hips, and uttered a short hum in thought. He wasn’t expecting to talk about food the moment he arrived on the ship, and his current tasking was keeping him from getting too preoccupied. Lifting his head, he admitted, “I would need some time to think about it. I have numerous tasks to complete. Thank you for<del>trying</del>welcoming me.”<br/><br/>Unfortunately, not even food could cheer him up about being sent into the void’s asshole on a rocket-powered suppository. “I must return to my duties. Perhaps we can meet again when you or I have a break at some point.”