001 ❦ Day 47 ❦ Video

[chlorophylliac]

[Ivy's face and bare shoulders appear on the screen, neatly framed - she's never used a device quite like the one she's using now, but she's accustomed to this sort of technology. Her expression can be summed up as 'I'm tolerating this but I'm not sure why'.  She's in the park; you can just about see some of the gazebo behind her.]

...'We hope you enjoy your stay'. Mm. Easily the politest kidnappers I've encountered so far.

I assume that these devices are meant for communicating with those I'm sharing my 'new home' with. My hosts - our hosts - appear to be the type who'll see and not be seen, never mind negotiated with.

[Her eyes flicker to one side. There's a camera just visible over that shoulder; it's been strangled and crushed by a length of dark vine.

She pauses momentarily, since being actively courteous doesn't come easily to her.]

I won't assume that anyone here knows any more than I've just been told, but if so I'd be grateful to learn more about where I've been transplanted to.

♞ 001 | Erik Lehnsherr | Day 48 ♞

[violenthearted]

[ Good morning, Losties Kore....ites, or whatever you are, please accept a video, featuring Erik's ever-present displeasure with his communicator. He has figured out how to work it by now, but this does not mean he likes it any better. B| Behind him, in the slices provided by the small screen, appears to be a kitchen, because that is exactly where he is. God forbid he sit in the living room or anywhere like, comfortable. So kitchen table it is. Charles is probably around somewhere, puttering, being British, but for the moment Erik appears to be alone.

And he has questions. Many questions.]

For those of you who failed to witness the catastrophe that was my arrival here, I'm Erik Lehnsherr. If that name means nothing to you, so much the better. If you think you have some idea of who I am - and I have come across those who do - let me state again for the record that I continue not to be a doctor of any kind, nor do I have any interest in adopting a moniker invented by bored adolescents.

That said. I'm looking for information on what appears to be an ever dwindling food supply. I understand you are provided with sustenance from the sky, but frankly I'm suspicious of quail. At best.

[It's a joke, see, because wandering forty years in the desert and bitching about manna and stuff--never mind.]

Has anyone looked into what might be done on our own terms? Anyone hunting, fishing, looking into the feasibility of farming? If someone's already taken that task on what I can only assume to be very level shoulders, I'd like to meet you. And if not, I'd like to be that person. Not - [he shrugs, loosely] that you're obliged to put your faith in a stranger. But I dislike idle hands, particularly when they're mine.

(ooc: this is forward-dated to the morning of day 48, in case that was not clear. :3 all replies will be video.)