♞ 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.)

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[enchangement]

Hello. [ Her absolutely genuine glee in his expression radiates from her features easily, her laugh more breathless wonder than mere mirth. River is so thrilled at being useful, taking up a needed role, as opposed to hiding in her mind where there's a lesser chance of failure. ] She stayed away from the brief storm last night; it's as it should be done, yes?

[ Now there's a happier laugh. ] That's what the mint is for. Soporific, simple, but...comforting too.

[mentis]

No, I did not. I do have some dignity left poking around here.

[ He's passing Erik in an attempt to get to the sink but of course he's heard all of this and has something to say about it. He simply leans in, grin crooked, invading his friend's space and use of communication device all at once. ] And despite his awful lies River, I have to thank you. You really needn't worry about me.

[enchangement]

And yet you were summoned, clear and intoning. TEA, [ River says sounding for all the world like the announcer on some late-night horror show in black and white. ] There has been TEA.

[ Muffled giggling. ]

She has to worry, take sight and take care. You're important to the nature of her well-being, you know. Just accept it and fuss, oh Britishy one.

[mentis]

I see I am too late to stop Erik's nefarious besmirching of my character.

[ A heavy put upon sigh that can't quite hide the spark of amusement in his eyes. ] Fuss I can do. I was actually going to talk to you soon, we should meet up, have a chat.

[enchangement]

Then fussiness she can take. When? We're just combing the countryside for glass. A project - a greenhouse.

[mentis]

[ Charles spends this entire conversation with his expression neutral but Erik gets the equivalent of a playful shove at his mind, a teasing and childish moment he's never really had before. ]

Whenever you can. I just think it would be a good idea for us to put our heads together. [ He would like to understand River a little better, to see what he can do to make her stay here more comfortable. It's clear she's already firmly under the wing but you don't just leave the little birds to fling themselves from the nest after that. ]

[enchangement]

Then she'll come, sooner than later, tracking the sun. [ Meaning an hour or so. ] She'll return Westward to the house in eighths and be fussed at or fussed over.

I'll bring the teapot and the bedraggled little mint with me.

[mentis]

I'll be delighted. [ Eyeing the side of Erik's head because he is a prat like that. ]

At least I can prove to you that Erik here likes to over-exaggerate.