♞ 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]

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.