♞ 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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[violenthearted]

[Erik's mouth twitches at the corners and then smooths out again. It could be a smile, he could have a headache. The world may never know*.]

It has nothing to do with you. Being taken anywhere against my will doesn't sit well with me, especially not when I have a goal to meet elsewhere.

But one imagines those are the common woes of the kidnapped.

[None of which keeps him from thinking that his mission remains more important than anything anyone else could have been doing.]

*jk it's a smile

[thezerothlaw]

[Even if it had been himself, he wouldn't have been offended. People who don't like robots are nothing new to him.]

Perhaps you're correct, Mr. Lehnsherr. Regardless of whether or not you like the idea, however, it's wise to make certain preparations for the future.

[violenthearted]

[Ironically Erik has no real issues with robots, even though he's certainly never met one like Daneel before. It's the human race he's not sure about.]

Ergo, I hate to agree with you. But I find myself doing so regardless.

[thezerothlaw]

[He nods.]

Unfortunately these plans are rather long-term. Short-term, we are limited to hunting and gathering.