Private First Class Thomas O'Reilly - A Very Short Fuse
Toxin Arlill
(( Gymnasium, Deck 5, Octavia E Butler ))
Maxwell: Something has got tae have changed tae bring all this out.
O’Reilly/Nilsen/Any: Response
Caras: Maybe his new lover is jealous of you and wants you gone.
Nilsen: What?
Caras: I heard him say something about Henry under his breath during the last mission. It sounded… Intimate.
Nilsen: The guy down in waste processing? Dyed hair? The guy we both met here?
Lhandon hadn't shared anything about Henry with Teddy. Then again, they had only recently moved past the generational hatred between their families—a feud that had simmered for ages among the farmers of Gault.
O’Reilly: I’ve never met him.
Nis: Uh … hi everyone! :: gulping:: Yeah, we didn’t hear any of that. Not sure what y’all are talking about at all. :: Scratching her neck :: Okay, well we’re done on the wall for the day. Have a nice train-- ::bites her tongue to avoid saying “have a nice training session” :: Yup.
Nilsen: Where’d you come from? ::beat:: No…no…stick around doc. ::To Caras:: What you mean lover? Like he’s saying something to Arlill? ::Beat:: Nah…he would have…Arlill would have told me he’s dating? Right?
Teddy felt uneasy with how personal this conversation was going. The most personal he and Lhandon had gotten so far was sharing what their families were planting this harvest season.
Nis: Dating, or, you know, maybe hallucinating a little.
Maxwell: Show me somebody aboard who hasnae seen weird things recently.
O’Reilly: We all felt pretty off on that mission big guy.
The nickname "big guy" didn't feel right. Teddy had been trying different monikers for his ex-nemesis, but none seemed to stick.
Nilsen/Caras: Response
Nis: He’s been acting a bit strange since the Dow incident. He visited medical for a follow-up after the Dow incident, and he wasn’t weird but . . . something was off. We don’t know. We’re missing some piece of the puzzle, that’s all we know.
Nilsen: We’re meant to be bros right? Me and Arlill. ::Beat:: How could I have missed that? No wonder he was slipping away all the time
Nilsen: But if this Henry is twisting things? ::: Sizing up the bag:: I’m going to rip his throat out.
Nilsen: Oh I bet I know what he said. I get too emotional ::beat:: and I need a break ::hits bag:: Well I’m sorry for caring about what happens in my OC and not sitting in my ivory tower ::hits bag:: I’m sorry that when I saw the worst moment of life on the Dow, I wasn’t as cold as a Vulcan.::hits bag:: I'm sorry your new boyfriend is manipulating you.
O’Reilly: I’ve never seen the Lieutenant like that, but then again, I’ve only been around him a few times…
Caras: Response
Nilsen: I’m going to ::yells:: =/\= Computer locate Henr...
Nis: Wait! If that is his boyfriend, we don’t know, that seems, like, really invasive. Just saying.
Teddy watched as Maxwell went over and slapped Lhandon on the back of the head. With Lhandon being the tallest in the room and quite possibly the most toned, this action reinforced Teddy's view of the marine officer's fearlessness. Maxwell seemed unfazed by anyone or anything.
Maxwell: You can welly that bag until your hands bleed laddie. But you're no laying a hand on another member ae this crew. ::He paused for barely a heartbeat.:: You understand me, aye?
Realizing how quickly this situation could escalate…
O’Reilly: Hey Lhandon, why would Toxin do anything to hurt you, maybe he just doesn’t realize what’s happening? (beat) Maybe he just needs his head checked?
He placed his hand on the big guy’s shoulder, hoping that didn’t cost him every bone in that hand.
Nilsen/Caras: Response
Nis: Maybe you’re right. But maybe one of us should do it. For example, we could call him into medical. Dr. Toz asked us to go through most of the crew anyway to make sure there weren’t lingering effects from the Dow. And it’s obvious that there are some, cause like we said, Lt. Toxin is probably hallucinating, so, you know, we should probably take a look at him anyway. But that way you’re not confronting him, we are. And it won’t even seem like a confrontation, it’ll just be natural doctor-speak.
Maxwell: Listen tae the doc here. ::His expression lightened.:: Nae fighting.
O’Reilly: Yeah, if you get yourself thrown off this boat who the heck am I gonna have left to harrass. (beat)
Teddy hoped he wasn't just adding fuel to the fire and that his comment would bring some much-needed levity to the situation.
O'Reilly: Look, I may not know Toxin well, but I know he's a good officer. Maybe we're all jumping to conclusions here?
Maxwell/Nis/Caras/Nilsen: Response
O'Reilly: What if we arrange a casual meetup? Get Toxin and Henry together with us, see how they interact?
Maxwell/Nis/Caras/Nilsen: Response
O'Reilly: Either way, we need to handle this a bit more gently. The last thing we want is to create more tension in the crew. (beat) and that’s coming from a marine ::looking over at Maxwell::
Maxwell/Nis/Caras/Nilsen: Response
Tags! / TBC
Private First Class Thomas O’Reilly
4/73 Marines, USS Octavia E Buttler NCC-82850
Writer ID.: O239910TA4