Date: TBD

The Knife was so exquisite in its clean chop Oatha felt like it could simply drop under its own weight and slice pieces as neatly as by her guided hand. The Starfleet Kitchen was immaculate, and supremely well equipped. She marveled at the laser boiler, the pasta was boiling and ready in a minute, a tri-wave pressure cooker that could produce aged meals in minutes. The galley had stocked itself well, and with her personal stores from the Deneva Commissary she planned on an inaugural feast to introduce herself to the crew as only a chef could. Her loving deft touch etched the tomato slices into rosebuds, the xanthan gum and gelatin was a glue for the arrangement, a not to scale representation of the Discovery. Candies dotted the hull for windows, the blue mint icing trailed along the nacelles, blueberries in the collector dish... it was the cobalt blue hull she had the hardest time with, Chocolate icing did not lend well to coloring, but diligence paid off as The Discovery took form before her eyes on the creation table she had brought with her.

Satisfied that the centrepiece and long term cooking projects were guaranteed Oatha sent a message to the comm officer, Chloe Bishop. She needed to have her invitations sent out. In a cooing French accent that could soothe a drunken Klingon she hit the wall stud, announcing comm officer, on bridge.

"Bonsoir Chloe, I am making a grand feast tonight for the crew, can you circulate a notice to one and all? Thanks you, I will make a custom treat for you, what do you like?"

Is it all right if Maya enters the galley to speak with the chef?

Tal Sek smelled the unmistakeable smells of a spice pudding made of crushed beetle shell and eggs from an Andorian moon. It was a delicacy in a hundred other cultures as well. Tal allowed his nose to guide him to the Mess Hall, where a dozen other pleasant and mysterious scents merged to a one glorious conclusion. A Feast.

The doors parted and Tal looked to see two galley wards hastily setting fixtures and preparing the tables, no sign of the new chef they had just gotten from Deneva, but he knew in many ways the smell of dinner was her handshake.

Tag Oatha, Others

"But of course Mon Cheri, my kitchen is always open to a hungry heart or soul"

| May 15th, 2155
| Ship's Galley, Sickbay, E-Deck, Discovery NX-04, Deep Space
| 1500 hrs

The knife was so exquisite in its clean chop Oatha felt like it could simply drop under its own weight and slice pieces as neatly as by her guided hand. The Starfleet Kitchen was immaculate, and supremely well equipped. She marveled at the laser boiler, the pasta was boiling and ready in a minute, a tri-wave pressure cooker that could produce aged meals in minutes. The galley had stocked itself well, and with her personal stores from the Deneva Commissary she planned on an inaugural feast to introduce herself to the crew as only a chef could. Her loving deft touch etched the tomato slices into rosebuds, the xanthan gum and gelatin was a glue for the arrangement, a not to scale representation of the Discovery. Candies dotted the hull for windows, the blue mint icing trailed along the nacelles, blueberries in the collector dish... it was the cobalt blue hull she had the hardest time with, Chocolate icing did not lend well to coloring, but diligence paid off as The Discovery took form before her eyes on the creation table she had brought with her.

Satisfied that the centrepiece and long term cooking projects were guaranteed Oatha sent a message to the comm officer, Chloe Bishop. She needed to have her invitations sent out. In a cooing French accent that could soothe a drunken Klingon she hit the wall stud, announcing comm officer, on bridge.

"Bonsoir Chloe, I am making a grand feast tonight for the crew, can you circulate a notice to one and all? Thanks you, I will make a custom treat for you, what do you like?"

Tal Sek smelled the unmistakable smells of a spice pudding made of crushed beetle shell and eggs from an Andorian moon. It was a delicacy in a hundred other cultures as well. Tal allowed his nose to guide him to the Mess Hall, where a dozen other pleasant and mysterious scents merged to a one glorious conclusion. A Feast.

The doors parted and Tal looked to see two galley wards hastily setting fixtures and preparing the tables, no sign of the new chef they had just gotten from Deneva, but he knew in many ways the smell of dinner was her handshake.

For an extraterrestrial to walk the corridors of the Discovery was noteworthy. With her onyx bangs combed down to cover the tops of her arched upswept eyebrows and her pageboy haircut allowed to grow enough to cover the tips of her pointed ears, Maya looked just like another Terran at first glance. Tal Sek, on the other hand, stood out. Her interest piqued, the little Vulcan discretely followed the Andorian into the galley.

"Well, "O" it looks like your first patrons have arrived." Tybald used her familiar name in public and on duty as "Mother" would be out of place, it was an unspoken deal as well, the two of them were their own people outside of family time. Tybald was still in his duty slacks, but had retired the stiff jacket for a more relaxed undershirt, he was hoping to sneak something delicious out of the Kitchen.

Oatha looked up to see the two aliens walk into the Mess Hall, it excited her to meet aliens still, she had no idea what to expect from them, they were after all inhuman. This also made her thoughts drift towards the terrorist in their midst, a human supremacist was serving on board right now, and would see these two dead. This would not do, O would not let her people be represented by such a small majority of small thinkers.

"Bonsoir Mis amants!" She may have startled them as her voice preceded her by a split second while walking around the galley corners to the main hall.

Tag

| May 15th, 2155
| Ship's Galley, Sickbay, E-Deck, Discovery NX-04, Deep Space
| 1500 hrs

The knife was so exquisite in its clean chop Oatha felt like it could simply drop under its own weight and slice pieces as neatly as by her guided hand. The Starfleet Kitchen was immaculate, and supremely well equipped. She marveled at the laser boiler, the pasta was boiling and ready in a minute, a tri-wave pressure cooker that could produce aged meals in minutes. The galley had stocked itself well, and with her personal stores from the Deneva Commissary she planned on an inaugural feast to introduce herself to the crew as only a chef could. Her loving deft touch etched the tomato slices into rosebuds, the xanthan gum and gelatin was a glue for the arrangement, a not to scale representation of the Discovery. Candies dotted the hull for windows, the blue mint icing trailed along the nacelles, blueberries in the collector dish... it was the cobalt blue hull she had the hardest time with, Chocolate icing did not lend well to coloring, but diligence paid off as The Discovery took form before her eyes on the creation table she had brought with her.

Satisfied that the centrepiece and long term cooking projects were guaranteed Oatha sent a message to the comm officer, Chloe Bishop. She needed to have her invitations sent out. In a cooing French accent that could soothe a drunken Klingon she hit the wall stud, announcing comm officer, on bridge.

"Bonsoir Chloe, I am making a grand feast tonight for the crew, can you circulate a notice to one and all? Thanks you, I will make a custom treat for you, what do you like?"

Tal Sek smelled the unmistakable smells of a spice pudding made of crushed beetle shell and eggs from an Andorian moon. It was a delicacy in a hundred other cultures as well. Tal allowed his nose to guide him to the Mess Hall, where a dozen other pleasant and mysterious scents merged to a one glorious conclusion. A Feast.

The doors parted and Tal looked to see two galley wards hastily setting fixtures and preparing the tables, no sign of the new chef they had just gotten from Deneva, but he knew in many ways the smell of dinner was her handshake.

For an extraterrestrial to walk the corridors of the Discovery was noteworthy. With her onyx bangs combed down to cover the tops of her arched upswept eyebrows and her pageboy haircut allowed to grow enough to cover the tips of her pointed ears, Maya looked just like another Terran at first glance. Tal Sek, on the other hand, stood out. Her interest piqued, the little Vulcan discretely followed the Andorian into the galley.

"Well, "O" it looks like your first patrons have arrived." Tybald used her familiar name in public and on duty as "Mother" would be out of place, it was an unspoken deal as well, the two of them were their own people outside of family time. Tybald was still in his duty slacks, but had retired the stiff jacket for a more relaxed undershirt, he was hoping to sneak something delicious out of the Kitchen.

Oatha looked up to see the two aliens walk into the Mess Hall, it excited her to meet aliens still, she had no idea what to expect from them, they were after all inhuman. This also made her thoughts drift towards the terrorist in their midst, a human supremacist was serving on board right now, and would see these two dead. This would not do, O would not let her people be represented by such a small majority of small thinkers.

"Bonsoir Mis amants!" She may have startled them as her voice preceded her by a split second while walking around the galley corners to the main hall.

"Bonjour," Maya replied as she clasped her hands and graced Oatha with a formal nod. "I hope we are not intruding. Permit me to introduce myself," she said in her calm mezzo soprano voice. "I am Doctor Maya, the ship's doctor."

Doctor Maya was a petite woman of indeterminate age. While Tybald and Oatha's dark complexions indicated that their ancestors hailed from the equator of their homeworld, Maya's pale skin suggested that her ancestors had lived right at the poles. So pallid and colorless was her complexion that it was possible to detect the greenish tint of her copper based blood. The ship's doctor's short slender frame seemed childlike compared to the men in the room. Each of them were over a foot taller than the little doctor. The only exception was her hands that seemed oversized for her tiny body.

Tag

| May 15th, 2155
| Ship's Galley, Sickbay, E-Deck, Discovery NX-04, Deep Space
| 1500 hrs

The knife was so exquisite in its clean chop Oatha felt like it could simply drop under its own weight and slice pieces as neatly as by her guided hand. The Starfleet Kitchen was immaculate, and supremely well equipped. She marveled at the laser boiler, the pasta was boiling and ready in a minute, a tri-wave pressure cooker that could produce aged meals in minutes. The galley had stocked itself well, and with her personal stores from the Deneva Commissary she planned on an inaugural feast to introduce herself to the crew as only a chef could. Her loving deft touch etched the tomato slices into rosebuds, the xanthan gum and gelatin was a glue for the arrangement, a not to scale representation of the Discovery. Candies dotted the hull for windows, the blue mint icing trailed along the nacelles, blueberries in the collector dish... it was the cobalt blue hull she had the hardest time with, Chocolate icing did not lend well to coloring, but diligence paid off as The Discovery took form before her eyes on the creation table she had brought with her.

Satisfied that the centrepiece and long term cooking projects were guaranteed Oatha sent a message to the comm officer, Chloe Bishop. She needed to have her invitations sent out. In a cooing French accent that could soothe a drunken Klingon she hit the wall stud, announcing comm officer, on bridge.

"Bonsoir Chloe, I am making a grand feast tonight for the crew, can you circulate a notice to one and all? Thanks you, I will make a custom treat for you, what do you like?"

Tal Sek smelled the unmistakable smells of a spice pudding made of crushed beetle shell and eggs from an Andorian moon. It was a delicacy in a hundred other cultures as well. Tal allowed his nose to guide him to the Mess Hall, where a dozen other pleasant and mysterious scents merged to a one glorious conclusion. A Feast.

The doors parted and Tal looked to see two galley wards hastily setting fixtures and preparing the tables, no sign of the new chef they had just gotten from Deneva, but he knew in many ways the smell of dinner was her handshake.

For an extraterrestrial to walk the corridors of the Discovery was noteworthy. With her onyx bangs combed down to cover the tops of her arched upswept eyebrows and her pageboy haircut allowed to grow enough to cover the tips of her pointed ears, Maya looked just like another Terran at first glance. Tal Sek, on the other hand, stood out. Her interest piqued, the little Vulcan discretely followed the Andorian into the galley.

"Well, "O" it looks like your first patrons have arrived." Tybald used her familiar name in public and on duty as "Mother" would be out of place, it was an unspoken deal as well, the two of them were their own people outside of family time. Tybald was still in his duty slacks, but had retired the stiff jacket for a more relaxed undershirt, he was hoping to sneak something delicious out of the Kitchen.

Oatha looked up to see the two aliens walk into the Mess Hall, it excited her to meet aliens still, she had no idea what to expect from them, they were after all inhuman. This also made her thoughts drift towards the terrorist in their midst, a human supremacist was serving on board right now, and would see these two dead. This would not do, O would not let her people be represented by such a small majority of small thinkers.

"Bonsoir Mis amants!" She may have startled them as her voice preceded her by a split second while walking around the galley corners to the main hall.

"Bonjour," Maya replied as she clasped her hands and graced Oatha with a formal nod. "I hope we are not intruding. Permit me to introduce myself," she said in her calm mezzo soprano voice. "I am Doctor Maya, the ship's doctor."

Doctor Maya was a petite woman of indeterminate age. While Tybald and Oatha's dark complexions indicated that their ancestors hailed from the equator of their home-world, Maya's pale skin suggested that her ancestors had lived right at the poles. So pallid and colorless was her complexion that it was possible to detect the greenish tint of her copper based blood. The ship's doctor's short slender frame seemed childlike compared to the men in the room. Each of them were over a foot taller than the little doctor. The only exception was her hands that seemed over-sized for her tiny body.

"Doctor Maya, a pleasure to meet you. No intrusions ever..." Over her shoulder she shouted to Tybald, hiding in th eKitchen still trying to pry open a pie plate that OAtha had rigged a clasping lock to. "UNLESS you are sneaking my fudge out of the cooler!"

Tybald looked on from the Kitchen with a sheepish expression, with only a shrug for explanation he disappeared deeper into the kitchen and out of sight.

Turning back to Maya Oatha continued, "Children are so rude We will need to see you before too long, our inoculations are out of date, but that can wait! You came to Oatha's for a treat! I'll make an apertif, but you save your appetite for the feast tonight!"

Tag

(Gonna do Tybald's posts in tandem with Oatha for this scene)

| May 15th, 2155
| Ship's Galley, E-Deck, Discovery NX-04, Deep Space
| 1500 hrs

The knife was so exquisite in its clean chop Oatha felt like it could simply drop under its own weight and slice pieces as neatly as by her guided hand. The Starfleet Kitchen was immaculate, and supremely well equipped. She marveled at the laser boiler, the pasta was boiling and ready in a minute, a tri-wave pressure cooker that could produce aged meals in minutes. The galley had stocked itself well, and with her personal stores from the Deneva Commissary she planned on an inaugural feast to introduce herself to the crew as only a chef could. Her loving deft touch etched the tomato slices into rosebuds, the xanthan gum and gelatin was a glue for the arrangement, a not to scale representation of the Discovery. Candies dotted the hull for windows, the blue mint icing trailed along the nacelles, blueberries in the collector dish... it was the cobalt blue hull she had the hardest time with, Chocolate icing did not lend well to coloring, but diligence paid off as The Discovery took form before her eyes on the creation table she had brought with her.

Satisfied that the centrepiece and long term cooking projects were guaranteed Oatha sent a message to the comm officer, Chloe Bishop. She needed to have her invitations sent out. In a cooing French accent that could soothe a drunken Klingon she hit the wall stud, announcing comm officer, on bridge.

"Bonsoir Chloe, I am making a grand feast tonight for the crew, can you circulate a notice to one and all? Thanks you, I will make a custom treat for you, what do you like?"

Tal Sek smelled the unmistakable smells of a spice pudding made of crushed beetle shell and eggs from an Andorian moon. It was a delicacy in a hundred other cultures as well. Tal allowed his nose to guide him to the Mess Hall, where a dozen other pleasant and mysterious scents merged to a one glorious conclusion. A Feast.

The doors parted and Tal looked to see two galley wards hastily setting fixtures and preparing the tables, no sign of the new chef they had just gotten from Deneva, but he knew in many ways the smell of dinner was her handshake.

For an extraterrestrial to walk the corridors of the Discovery was noteworthy. With her onyx bangs combed down to cover the tops of her arched upswept eyebrows and her pageboy haircut allowed to grow enough to cover the tips of her pointed ears, Maya looked just like another Terran at first glance. Tal Sek, on the other hand, stood out. Her interest piqued, the little Vulcan discretely followed the Andorian into the galley.

"Well, "O" it looks like your first patrons have arrived." Tybald used her familiar name in public and on duty as "Mother" would be out of place, it was an unspoken deal as well, the two of them were their own people outside of family time. Tybald was still in his duty slacks, but had retired the stiff jacket for a more relaxed undershirt, he was hoping to sneak something delicious out of the Kitchen.

Oatha looked up to see the two aliens walk into the Mess Hall, it excited her to meet aliens still, she had no idea what to expect from them, they were after all inhuman. This also made her thoughts drift towards the terrorist in their midst, a human supremacist was serving on board right now, and would see these two dead. This would not do, O would not let her people be represented by such a small majority of small thinkers.

"Bonsoir Mis amants!" She may have startled them as her voice preceded her by a split second while walking around the galley corners to the main hall.

"Bonjour," Maya replied as she clasped her hands and graced Oatha with a formal nod. "I hope we are not intruding. Permit me to introduce myself," she said in her calm mezzo soprano voice. "I am Doctor Maya, the ship's doctor."

Doctor Maya was a petite woman of indeterminate age. While Tybald and Oatha's dark complexions indicated that their ancestors hailed from the equator of their home-world, Maya's pale skin suggested that her ancestors had lived right at the poles. So pallid and colorless was her complexion that it was possible to detect the greenish tint of her copper based blood. The ship's doctor's short slender frame seemed childlike compared to the men in the room. Each of them were over a foot taller than the little doctor. The only exception was her hands that seemed over-sized for her tiny body.

"Doctor Maya, a pleasure to meet you. No intrusions ever..." Over her shoulder she shouted to Tybald, hiding in the Kitchen still trying to pry open a pie plate that Oatha had rigged a clasping lock to. "UNLESS you are sneaking my fudge out of the cooler!"

Tybald looked on from the Kitchen with a sheepish expression, with only a shrug for explanation he disappeared deeper into the kitchen and out of sight.

Turning back to Maya Oatha continued, "Children are so rude. We will need to see you before too long, our inoculations are out of date, but that can wait! You came to Oatha's for a treat! I'll make an apertif, but you save your appetite for the feast tonight!"

"Why thank you," the little Vulcan replied before grimacing strangely. After a moment of effort Maya had a strange grin on her face that made it appear that she was suffering from strychnine poisoning. Thankfully the unnerving smile was gone as quickly as it appeared. "But that wasn't the reason I came in," she added the tiniest hint of apology.

Tag

| May 15th, 2155
| Ship's Galley, E-Deck, Discovery NX-04, Deep Space
| 1500 hrs

The knife was so exquisite in its clean chop Oatha felt like it could simply drop under its own weight and slice pieces as neatly as by her guided hand. The Starfleet Kitchen was immaculate, and supremely well equipped. She marveled at the laser boiler, the pasta was boiling and ready in a minute, a tri-wave pressure cooker that could produce aged meals in minutes. The galley had stocked itself well, and with her personal stores from the Deneva Commissary she planned on an inaugural feast to introduce herself to the crew as only a chef could. Her loving deft touch etched the tomato slices into rosebuds, the xanthan gum and gelatin was a glue for the arrangement, a not to scale representation of the Discovery. Candies dotted the hull for windows, the blue mint icing trailed along the nacelles, blueberries in the collector dish... it was the cobalt blue hull she had the hardest time with, Chocolate icing did not lend well to coloring, but diligence paid off as The Discovery took form before her eyes on the creation table she had brought with her.

Satisfied that the centrepiece and long term cooking projects were guaranteed Oatha sent a message to the comm officer, Chloe Bishop. She needed to have her invitations sent out. In a cooing French accent that could soothe a drunken Klingon she hit the wall stud, announcing comm officer, on bridge.

"Bonsoir Chloe, I am making a grand feast tonight for the crew, can you circulate a notice to one and all? Thanks you, I will make a custom treat for you, what do you like?"

Tal Sek smelled the unmistakable smells of a spice pudding made of crushed beetle shell and eggs from an Andorian moon. It was a delicacy in a hundred other cultures as well. Tal allowed his nose to guide him to the Mess Hall, where a dozen other pleasant and mysterious scents merged to a one glorious conclusion. A Feast.

The doors parted and Tal looked to see two galley wards hastily setting fixtures and preparing the tables, no sign of the new chef they had just gotten from Deneva, but he knew in many ways the smell of dinner was her handshake.

For an extraterrestrial to walk the corridors of the Discovery was noteworthy. With her onyx bangs combed down to cover the tops of her arched upswept eyebrows and her pageboy haircut allowed to grow enough to cover the tips of her pointed ears, Maya looked just like another Terran at first glance. Tal Sek, on the other hand, stood out. Her interest piqued, the little Vulcan discretely followed the Andorian into the galley.

"Well, "O" it looks like your first patrons have arrived." Tybald used her familiar name in public and on duty as "Mother" would be out of place, it was an unspoken deal as well, the two of them were their own people outside of family time. Tybald was still in his duty slacks, but had retired the stiff jacket for a more relaxed undershirt, he was hoping to sneak something delicious out of the Kitchen.

Oatha looked up to see the two aliens walk into the Mess Hall, it excited her to meet aliens still, she had no idea what to expect from them, they were after all inhuman. This also made her thoughts drift towards the terrorist in their midst, a human supremacist was serving on board right now, and would see these two dead. This would not do, O would not let her people be represented by such a small majority of small thinkers.

"Bonsoir Mis amants!" She may have startled them as her voice preceded her by a split second while walking around the galley corners to the main hall.

"Bonjour," Maya replied as she clasped her hands and graced Oatha with a formal nod. "I hope we are not intruding. Permit me to introduce myself," she said in her calm mezzo soprano voice. "I am Doctor Maya, the ship's doctor."

Doctor Maya was a petite woman of indeterminate age. While Tybald and Oatha's dark complexions indicated that their ancestors hailed from the equator of their home-world, Maya's pale skin suggested that her ancestors had lived right at the poles. So pallid and colorless was her complexion that it was possible to detect the greenish tint of her copper based blood. The ship's doctor's short slender frame seemed childlike compared to the men in the room. Each of them were over a foot taller than the little doctor. The only exception was her hands that seemed over-sized for her tiny body.

"Doctor Maya, a pleasure to meet you. No intrusions ever..." Over her shoulder she shouted to Tybald, hiding in the Kitchen still trying to pry open a pie plate that Oatha had rigged a clasping lock to. "UNLESS you are sneaking my fudge out of the cooler!"

Tybald looked on from the Kitchen with a sheepish expression, with only a shrug for explanation he disappeared deeper into the kitchen and out of sight.

Turning back to Maya Oatha continued, "Children are so rude. We will need to see you before too long, our inoculations are out of date, but that can wait! You came to Oatha's for a treat! I'll make an apertif, but you save your appetite for the feast tonight!"

"Why thank you," the little Vulcan replied before grimacing strangely. After a moment of effort Maya had a strange grin on her face that made it appear that she was suffering from strychnine poisoning. Thankfully the unnerving smile was gone as quickly as it appeared. "But that wasn't the reason I came in," she added the tiniest hint of apology.

Tal leaned into the conversation a bit, "It was why I came in if that matters any...?"

To Maya, Oatha responded, "Non? Pas de Tout, Je suis tellement autoritaire" The French rolled off her tongue in silky tones as she backpedaled the conversation. "What can I do for you ma souer?"

She batted an eye at Tal who responded in a wide smile which only broadened at her wink. Tal could smell the raw meats and spices, and was ravenous all of a sudden.

Tag Maya
(I am writing for my brother and partner, they are both way too busy to log in lately so pardon me