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[enterprisingheart]

WHO: Jean-Luc Picard
WHERE: near the Inn
WHEN: mid-February
OPEN TO: Erik Lensherr
WARNINGS: None at the moment

For all that the earlier parts of the month have already had their share of unusual difficulties (and ones he could have done without, besides), the worst seems to have - finally - past. Which is here read that he's actually capable of getting more than a handful of feet away from Beverly's side without becoming suddenly and violently ill. And to be honest, while there are certainly worse things that could have happened, he's grateful to no longer be forcibly reminded of the last time the two of them had ended up connected by the metaphoric hip.

Whether or not it's intentional on the part of the Observers is another question entirely, but just at the moment it's not anything he means to spend to much time thinking about.

In retrospect, however, he probably should have. Or at least, should have considered the possibility that the Observers might not have been satisfied with just the one round of leaving him stuck in close proximity to another person. As it is, the first he's aware that there's even so much as a suggestion that he might be due for another round of what he's just been recently been through is the by now all-too-familiar feeling of nausea.

Which is complicated, slightly, by the presence of the Inn not too far away. But he figures that looking to see if anyone else has also stopped dead in their tracks is a decent place to start.

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[frankensteinian]

Erik has searched for answers before, even done a little searching for a way out, and come up empty at every turn. It frustrates him no end, but he's smart. He knows that sometimes it's better to go along with the situation and keep alert for something to take advantage of, which is about all he can do right now. The trouble is that faking complacency is difficult for him to do.

"Well that's something at least." He only has to put up with inconveniences for a couple of days.

apologies again; May kind of kicked my ass

[enterprisingheart]

Sooner or later, there will have to be something they can take advantage of. Or so he has to keep hoping, anyway. Otherwise he's not at all certain that he'd be able to keep going as well as he has been. And if that means that the Observers see rather more of him simply doing his best to get along then they might have bargained for, so be it.

"It's a start, yes. If not necessarily one that makes up for the inconvenience in the first place."

There's a pause, and then it occurs to him that if their going to be spending the next few days in enforced proximity to each other, introductions might be a good idea.

"Ah, and I'm Jean-Luc Picard, since I don't think we've met before."

[frankensteinian]

"I don't think at this point, they could do anything that would make up for the inconvenience." Someone else may disagree, of course, but as long as Erik's missing a large part of himself, those behind this are going to have a lot to make up for.

"Erik Lehnsherr."

[enterprisingheart]

"Most likely not. But short of being able to lay our grievances at their feet more directly...."

Not that he would object to doing precisely that at the very least, should the option present itself. It's simply that there hasn't been even the slightest suggestion as to how one might do so, and for all that he doesn't mean to stop trying either, it's been getting more than a little frustrating.

But for the time being, he leaves that be in favor of introductions.

"Jean-Luc Picard. I'd say it's nice to meet you, but I'm afraid the situation, at least, leaves something to be desired."