<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/66/aa/01/66aa01f963d0c35b98eae547fd33f5b7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>"Sybil" (RN: Xue Victoria) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339078.msg16081840#msg16081840)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>March 11th, 1400<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Odyssey Docking Bay<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Waiting with food<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any - open<br/><hr/>She headed to the kitchen, working to make up what she'd be needing, then proceeded to box and bucket everything up, put in baskets to carry, and finished off with one last touch... Then she went for a walk to the docking bay, trying to enjoy any meetings she might have along the way, using her superior memory and deductive skills, even like she was, to keep track.<br/><br/>Down below, waiting on the receiving deck, she had a number of boxes and a basket of fresh fruit. She looked above to the man doing inventory, she gave a little wave, and made a note to later attempt to try and learn his preferences in food. For her, it was part of her way, how she expressed part of her inner nature.<br/><br/>She had looked up what she could of those arriving, and based on what she could tell of their origins had tried to make something welcoming that might taste of home. Also had a number of cookies, then the last was some more unusual with a soup recreated from a dead civilization 200 parsecs away, and some pastries based on a different xeno-culture elsewhere in the galaxy. But she kept the spices well within the level where an ordinary human should enjoy them safely, assuming no specific allergy or similar impossible to predict reaction, but such was possible even with ordinary terrestrial products.<br/><br/>Lastly, she had a sign saying "Welcome to your new home."