LTJG Lhandon Joseph Nilsen - Don’t You Have Work To Do?
Lhandon Nilsen
((Operations Centre, Deck 7, USS Octavia E. Butler))
Nilsen: Have a great day sirs.
He meant that, whenever he says it, he means it.
But someone in the Operations Centre didn't seem to be having a great day. After Sherlock and Richards had left, he joined Toxin at the centre table, PADD in one hand, his spare hand on Arlill’s shoulder.
Nilsen: You alright?
He couldn’t place it, but there was something off.
Arlill: :: stepping away :: I’m alright, don’t you have work to do?
And that started to confirm it. Lhandon’s tilted his head to the side and he frowned just a little.
Arlill: Stay out of it ::he said aloud::
Nilsen: Stay out? What are you on about?
Nilsen placed his PADD on the nearby table. It landed with a slight tap and nearby officer glanced up from their work.
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.
Lhandon had seen Toxin look up and then across. He briefly followed Toxin’s eyes but had seen nothing. Lhandon had been close to speechless and his mouth had been dry.
Nilsen: I've not…
He wondered what to say. He really wanted to ask if Toxin was okay but had no idea how to phrase it. He wondered what had gotten into him.
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.
He hadn't known whether to ask if everything was alright or to question what was being discussed. He felt a sense of unease, a sinking feeling in his stomach.
Nilsen: Okay, yeah, erm. That would be appreciated
Lhandon chose the silence of playing along over potentially embarrassing Tox in the middle of the OC, and had played along. Perhaps this had been a plan, or some kind of trick, or a code that he hadn't understood.
Arlill: I’m going to go to my office to finish this, no distractions please.
Toxin stepped around the centre console and retreated into his office. The door hissed shut, not like a slam but in a way that confirmed Toxin’s instructions of "no distractions please." Lhandon stood in bewilderment, looking at the office and then back at the centre table. He'd almost been unable to move his body.
A second later, he noticed eyes on him and a hush that had come across the OC. They waited expectedly and Lhandon could only think of one thing to say.
Nilsen: Back to work people. Nothing to see here
He wouldn't be making security officer anytime soon, and his response did almost nothing to put the crowd at ease. Slowly, however, they returned to work. Lhandon bit his lower lip a little, his mind unsure of what to think next. All that occurred to him was to get back to work, so he did. He picked up his PADD, recalled his to-do list, and looked up at the screens hanging above the centre table. Updates on supply deliveries were shown, next to a list of major tasks. Every department needed some kind of supplies. Engineering had put in a request for self-sealing stem bolts; that package had been 2 days away. Security had ordered some new armour, but the details were not ones to be put on the screen and finally there was a suspiciously large order of Deka Tea. o0 How does one person drink so much of that stuff? 0o
But he couldn’t focus. His eyes looked back at Toxin’s office, and he wondered if he should go in.
[[ End Scene for Nilsen]]
Lieutenant JG Lhandon Joseph Nilsen
HCO & Acting Asst. Chief
USS Octavia E Butler
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He/Him/His (Both player and character)