LT Toxin Arlill: The Snap
Toxin Arlill
(( Operations Canter, Deck 7, USS Octavia E. Butler ))
Nilsen: That there is. You name it, I’ll be able to find it.
Richards: If by any luck half of the stuff was lost, or maybe accidently shipped to Riza.
Sherlock: If anything is ::beat:: misplaced, we'll make sure it's reimbursed for.
Nilsen: ****That it will be. I think I’ve got everything. Though, I think.
Toxin returned to the group, observing as Nilsen handed a PADD to the new officer. He appreciated that Nilsen was following orders without undermining him for once. Toxin was uncertain about the source of his unease towards Nilsen - whether it was Henri, his position as chief, or just anxiety, he couldn't pinpoint it.
Nilsen: Does that mean anything to you?
Arlill: How’s it going over here, find everything?
Richards: Ah well. You can’t win them all.
That was a no, just not a direct no, but having just rejoined the conversation he used context to assume some things were lost in transit.
Nilsen: ****I’ll get started on the reimbursement request. Make sure you check your inbox. Aside from that, we’re all set.
Arlill: I’m glad the lieutenant was able to help you out.
Sherlock: Anyways, I'm sure you will be working together in the future. We try to keep things tight on the ship, we've got a lot of classified equipment on-board.
Nilsen: It was great to meet you, sir.
Richards: response
Sherlock: Good. So, Mister Richards, should I show you to Sickbay? Get your medical out of the way so we can get you on the rotation?
Richards: response
Nilsen: Have a great day sirs.
Toxin moved to the middle console where he was pulling up new requisitions from around the ship and filing them by receipt date & time and priority. Lhandon soon joined him and placed his hand on Toxin’s should.
Nilsen: You alright?
Arlill: :: stepping away :: I’m alright, don’t you have work to do?
Toxin looked up and saw Henri standing on the other side of the console shaking his head at Toxin.
oO Henri: What’s wrong with you, he’s only trying to help. Oo
Arlill: Stay out of it ::he said aloud::
Nilsen: Response
Arlill: Umm, (beat) stay out of the quartermaster’s master file for a bit, I’m sorting it out. (beat) You seem to have made a mess of it in Tobat’s absence.
oO Henri: Now that was particularly mean of you to say. Oo
Toxin just looked up and across at Henri but said nothing, that’s all he needed, a visit to the shrink…
Nilsen: Response
Arlill: It’s fine, I’ll clean it up for now and Tobat’s can set it back to the way he likes it when he returns.
oO Henri: Better… Oo
Nilsen: Response
Arlill: I’m going to go to my office to finish this, no distractions please.
With that Toxin stepped around the center console and retreated to his office. His gut felt off, like it was queasy, but he didn’t feel ill really, something wasn’t settling well for him, and he knew exactly what it was, but he wasn’t going to admit that, he had his pride to consider. Toxin was not a pride type of person in general, but Henri joining the crew (unofficially), the recent uptick in requests to Ops, and the last visit to sickbay have set him in a bad place and he had every intention of fixing it himself.
[[ End Scene for Toxin ]]
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Lieutenant Toxin Arlill
Chief of Operations
USS Octavia E Buttler NCC-82850
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