LTJG Lhandon Joseph Nilsen - Right…Okay Then!
Lhandon Nilsen
((OOC: This is what I call a drive-by sim for the engineering table. Don’t leave extra tags for Nilsen, he’s just coming to pick up his cutie-bear))
((Engineer's Table, The Writers' Room, Deck 8 Saucer, USS Octavia E. Butler ))
After a gentle tease, Toxin’s reaction was not one that Nilsen was expecting.
Nilsen: That suits you, Mr. Excellences in leadership of the almighty operations order.
Arlill: That’ll do Lhandon, but thank you.
It was as if Toxin had suddenly aged to become an old man with such a reaction, one an old Starfleet captain with a bald head and a love of Shakespeare and Earl Grey tea would have given, not Toxin though.
o0 Lhandon? Not Lhando? or Bro? What gotten into you Tox? 0o
Nilsen: Hey look, we gotta do something this week, before the next mission. Can’t be all work and no play right?
Arlill: You know all too well that we’ve got a lot of work ahead of us, let’s focus on that.
o0 Is he okay? I know what will cheer him up 0o
Nilsen: We gotta say hi to our new HCO as well. I think you’ll like him He ain’t here yet but I half suspect he’ll be going for our shuttle speed records.
Arlill: How so?
o0 Well this is going to be awkward for Percy 0o
Arlill: I mean, do you know this officer? Do you know something I don’t know with regards to his following the rules?
o0 Oh don’t do this to me Tox! 0o
Nilsen: I just mean, that you’ll like him, he’s a lot better with the rules than my track record.
He tried to laugh, perhaps a forced laugh, a kind of “come on Tox, it’s a joke.” The kind of moment a comedian feels when their entire set bombs.
Toxin: Maybe, I might be up to a quick coffee, but let’s keep it to the Ops mess.
Nilsen: Yeah, yeah.
He hesitated for a moment.
Nilsen: It will be good for you to meet Percy. You’ll get on well with him.
A moment of silence passed between them, Lhandon's eyes darted around, unsure of what to do. He breathed in and stood up, slapping his hands on his knees in the way one does when needing to get up.
Nilsen: Right.
He spoke, not expecting a reply, and tucked his seat away. From there, he popped over to the engineering table and caught the tail end of a conversation.
S. Sherlock: I mean, most of them are okay. It's just the Chief of Security, she can be a real b...
Herrick: response
S. Sherlock: What? She can be...sometimes.
He had allowed himself a chuckle. Shevron was right but, as much as it pained him to admit, Aine hadn't been that bad.
Nilsen: She does eat ensigns for breakfast, why do you think they don’t go out past 21:00 hours? ::Almost containing the laugh:: That’s when she’s hunting
Caras / Johnson(s) / Cabrillo / Herrick: response
He had thought about a further response, but with the security table nearby, he chose life instead. He had tapped Eli on the shoulder and spoken to him quietly, unsure, but not caring if the others heard.
Nilsen: You look so hot tonight cutie-bear.
The two had headed off to the dessert table. Lhandon had very much wanted to get away from the awkwardness of Toxin's change in attitude and instead spend some time with the engineer who had stolen his heart.
[End Scene for Nilsen]
Lieutenant JG Lhandon Joseph Nilsen
Assistant Chief of Operations.
USS Octavia E Butler
O240007LN1
He/Him/His (Both player and character)