"Events log, third entry"
Static crackled to life and cleared, revealing....nothing. It was pitch black with only a faint, grey silhouette of a slender girl visible.
"It's been approximately two weeks since the....accident. Graverobber seems to be completely healed. The only explanation I can think of is the potion had some sort of suspended properties like most antibiotics and pain killers. He doesn't seem to have a single burn or scar on him. Not that he would tell me if he did. He has since resumed his usual routine." Shilo took a deep, slow breath, careful not to aggravate her throat or lungs. Slowly, the gray silhouette began to lighten and solidify. The distinct outline of Shilo's profile sharpened before she turned back to the wristcomm and continued.
"I haven't fared as well. I'm slowly recovering from what I'm fairly certain is smoke inhalation and heat exhaustion." The evidence was clear in her voice. Still tired. Still a bit hoarse.
"I must have lost consciousness after administering the potion because I regained consciousness in the bathtub filled with cold water. My clothes were loosened but still on and Graverobber was trying to make me drink ice water. He probably saved my life. Again." As her figure continued come into focus, it became evident she was sitting at the window, watching the sunrise. After a long pause, she turned back to the wristcomm.
"I've added a password since the last entry as well as a set number of attempts to access restricted files. I doubt that will keep certain intruders at bay for long, but it's a good start, I think." By now, the sun was cheerfully peeking into the window, giving her a warm glow to her otherwise porcelain pale complexion. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she felt the warmth on her face.
"I've been instructed not to go anywhere by myself..." She paused for a moment "Good thing the Inn is rarely empty." An unmistakable smirk flashed as she turned to the window once more. A small yawn began to swell in her chest, but before she could do anything about it, she heard tired footsteps shuffling toward the door.
Her head whipped around toward the door before she bolted back to her bed. Once there, she stuffed the wristcomm under her pillow, completely blacking out the image before it crackled with static and warped into nothing.
-End of entry-
Static crackled to life and cleared, revealing....nothing. It was pitch black with only a faint, grey silhouette of a slender girl visible.
"It's been approximately two weeks since the....accident. Graverobber seems to be completely healed. The only explanation I can think of is the potion had some sort of suspended properties like most antibiotics and pain killers. He doesn't seem to have a single burn or scar on him. Not that he would tell me if he did. He has since resumed his usual routine." Shilo took a deep, slow breath, careful not to aggravate her throat or lungs. Slowly, the gray silhouette began to lighten and solidify. The distinct outline of Shilo's profile sharpened before she turned back to the wristcomm and continued.
"I haven't fared as well. I'm slowly recovering from what I'm fairly certain is smoke inhalation and heat exhaustion." The evidence was clear in her voice. Still tired. Still a bit hoarse.
"I must have lost consciousness after administering the potion because I regained consciousness in the bathtub filled with cold water. My clothes were loosened but still on and Graverobber was trying to make me drink ice water. He probably saved my life. Again." As her figure continued come into focus, it became evident she was sitting at the window, watching the sunrise. After a long pause, she turned back to the wristcomm.
"I've added a password since the last entry as well as a set number of attempts to access restricted files. I doubt that will keep certain intruders at bay for long, but it's a good start, I think." By now, the sun was cheerfully peeking into the window, giving her a warm glow to her otherwise porcelain pale complexion. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she felt the warmth on her face.
"I've been instructed not to go anywhere by myself..." She paused for a moment "Good thing the Inn is rarely empty." An unmistakable smirk flashed as she turned to the window once more. A small yawn began to swell in her chest, but before she could do anything about it, she heard tired footsteps shuffling toward the door.
Her head whipped around toward the door before she bolted back to her bed. Once there, she stuffed the wristcomm under her pillow, completely blacking out the image before it crackled with static and warped into nothing.
-End of entry-