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cape_kore2013-03-05 11:33 pm
violenthearted) wrote in cape_kore2013-03-05 11:33 pm
♞ 001 | Erik Lehnsherr | Day 48 ♞
[ 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.)
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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If the deer and rabbit run out one supposes we'll have bigger problems. [ You know. Bigger problems than whether or not the large, difficult to kill things are tasty.]
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[It's ...dry, as per usual, but also basically just what Erik sees as unvarnished fact, so--uh. Per...haps his usual pessimism will serve him well?]