cape_kore | ♞ 001 | Erik Lehnsherr

[ 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.)

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Wise of you. I'm almost sorry I missed it. [And he is, too, because frankly a person gets used to living in a ridiculous state of high adrenaline when ...existing. In Erikland.]

I'll look out for her. Although I've been, as you say - [let him mimic your speech pattern carefully, Jesse, with a faint trace of smile] broke as fuck, and while it's unpleasant I'm more concerned about malnutrition. Or the consequences should our gracious hosts decide it might be interesting to watch what we're willing to do in order to remain fed.

[ He looks amused at the speech mimicry, grinning. ] Yeah, that's what I mean. Living off just ramen, you get nasty sick. Or I did, I dunno, salt water and noodles ain't exactly high class living. [ He snorts. ] What I'm waiting for is an ultimatum. Cannibals or death.

I ain't eating nobody. So I guess it's death for me. [ He peers at Erik. ] Erik, right, that's what you said?

In my experience you need a ring of fire and pointed sticks. For the proper atmosphere.

[He's just going to be dryly funny about this, because there is absolutely no point in inflicting on innocent strangers the fact that he has actually witnessed cannibalism.]

Although if anyone finds a conch, I'll be the first to take up arms. That's never ended well for anyone. [He's ....from the 60s, he cannot make Hunger Games or Lost references ~~unlike his player~~, so Lord of the Flies jokes it is! ...but meanwhile.]

Erik, yes. Who am I thanking for this information? And conversation; it does pass the time.

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[ He laughs at that. Now that's one he hasn't heard yet - he's made references to the Hunger Games, but not Lord of the Flies, so he's impressed. Flopping down to sit on the couch, he grins down at the communicator and Erik. ]

As long as we ain't doing any ritual dances 'round a bloody pig's head, I think I'm good. [ Shrug. ] Name's Jesse. And yeah, it does pass the time. S'all I do 'round here, mostly, is talk. Don't got movies or TV or nothing, you'd think they'd give us something so we don't end up climbing the walls.

[Imagine if they had access to the film version. Ahem. Meanwhile, crawling out of the hole dug by meta: the viewing audience may perhaps marvel at the contrast between Jesse's comfortable flop and the way Erik continues to sit straight-backed in the kitchen, because we like observing that kind of thing around here. He is amused by this reference game they're now playing, however, so at least he has a sense of humor.]

I'd have to be counted out of those myself. [In the ....theoretical and appalling event that they happen. Erik's gaze turns incisive, interested in a way it wasn't before. He was being truthful when he said he enjoyed the conversation, but now he's looking for something specific and it's a keener kind of gaze.] Haven't found a use for your own talents yet?

[ At that, Jesse sort of wrinkles his nose a little. The idea that he's a little useless around here bothers him a lot, and the reminder that really, art does just about nothing for anybody in a place like this makes him sour a little. ]

Nah. [ He says it nonchalantly. ] I ain't bad at drawing and I can cook an omelette, that's about the extent of what I can do, so. Looks like I'm just deadweight. [ He's... not, but nobody ever said Jesse was good at being anything but sarcastic. ]

[Something flickers between amused and impassive on Erik's face, and the video frame jerks momentarily sideways as he investigates how to adjust what settings it has available.]

Don't sell yourself short.

At the angle he's sitting, hands linked loosely in front of him, the insides of his forearms are visible. It's a posture that doesn't call much attention to itself, but the way Erik moves is always deliberate.

You might be surprised. [He shrugs.] Art. It can save your life. Whatever beauty you can find. Just knowing it exists.

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[ He doesn't exactly catch the significance of Erik's position - he's not exactly always the most observant - but the words. Art can save your life. That's more true than a lot of things that Jesse has ever heard, and he bites his bottom lip. ]

... Yeah. No, you're right. [ He rubs at the back of his neck. ] S'one of the most important things, I think. Lotta people just don't see it that way.

[ He settles back. ] Huh.

[Erik's face stays mostly set in neutral lines; if anything of exceptional importance just happened he's not alluding to it, so what Jesse didn't notice won't hurt either of them. People either look too long or cut their eyes like they're afraid the tattoo will burn them, so a reaction that did neither is uh. Best.]

A lot of people don't realize what they're able to take for granted. What's your preferred medium?

[So okay they're gonna ...talk about art? SURE.]

[ If he were to notice, he might ask what they meant. He's a little oblivious that way. But someone being into art - someone being familiar with art and mediums and the power it has makes Jesse smile. ]

Mostly just pen and paper. But I paint sometimes. Got a lot of paintings back home all over, my - [ No, don't fucking stutter, say it, you've never been ashamed of it before. ] - my boyfriend always insists I gotta draw more. Gets on my about it constantly, especially since I got the time on tour.

[Erik ...blinks, minutely; it's only a flicker of expression, and probably gone too quickly for most people to catch. He's never had a reason to be particularly interested in the sex other people were having, and now that he's decided his identity centers around being a mutant, he has even less reason to care. It's only human morality, and it's beneath him.

That and he has Charles to think about, but that's so new he shies from it, not out of any sense of shame, but because it seems fragile enough to break.]

Coming by supplies here must be difficult. Unless the all-seeing eye provides for those as well.

[He's going to keep finding euphemisms for 'kidnappers,' by the way. Being sardonic is comforting in times of stress.]

[ He shrugs. ] Yeah. It was, there was paper and pencils, but not much else. They dropped the crates, though, and there was a buncha shit in them that I could use. [ Among other things. ] It ain't as important as food, though. Wish they'd drop more of that.

S'whatever. People are figuring it out.

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