♞ 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.)

Comments

[ellectric]

Talk to Logan, the guy with the weird hair who isn't a vegetarian. He does that stuff.

[violenthearted]

That's quite a description.

[ellectric]

[What more does this guy want? Geez.]

He has really bad hair, he's short, and he wears plaid. I think he's a lumberjack or something.

[Or Elle just thinks all lumberjacks wear plaid, because who else in their right minds would? She knows for a fact that lumberjacks are crazy. Not only do they wear plaid - willingly - but they live in nature. Idiots.]

[violenthearted]

[He accepted the first set of adjectives! He just found them funny. But sometimes it's hard to tell from the 'B|' face.]

Duly noted. In as much as it might be quite difficult to miss the man in question.

[Erik might also notice the whole ...metal skeleton thing at that point, but shh.]

[ellectric]

The hair looks like this. [ She can only use one hand, since she's trying to show him over a video feed, but she holds one hand up on the side of her head, trying to make a horn of sorts. ]

And he doesn't mind if you hurt him a little. [ That grin? Yeah, she's thinking about the sex the two of them had. The sex where she didn't take any time to ask if he was a lumberjack or not. ]

[violenthearted]

[Erik manages not to think about the sex in question. Small mercies.]

I'll keep that in mind.

[[He looks at the screen a little more closely.]

You contacted Charles when we first arrived, didn't you? I recall your--ah, penchant for endearments. [He is never going to let Charles forget any of those, by the way.

[ellectric]

Oh! You're friends with the cutie? Then yeah, it was me.

You'd better not mind the "penchant for endearments," either, because I'm not going to stop. That's what he gets for being a cutie-patootie.

[She looks more closely at the screen.]

You're not so bad-looking yourself...