Entry #2 [Accidental Video Post // Public] [Thursday evening, day 45 of his stay; gone since day 10]
[The video feed begins with a loud thump, and the fluttering of pages as Carpet's journal-book hits the ground outside the Hotel That Never Was. Facing straight up as it is, the journal is in a good position to catch Carpet himself showing up, dangling precariously from the limbs of a nearby tree, with tendrils of mist still clinging to him. He's soaking wet, windblown, bedraggled, and has bits of twigs and leaves tangled in his fabric. Overall, he looks to be in a rather miserable state--and the "hangover" the mist gave him by bringing him back to town isn't helping matters any either, especially as he's never had one before.]
[If he had a head, he'd be groaning and clutching it, or at least covering his eyes that never were. But he has neither, isn't even thinking about flying, (much less moving at all, ugh) and with all this water-weight, he's dangling a little too precariously to keep his balance up there. Carpet slips from the branches, falling partially over his book and obscuring a good portion of the video screen with a wet splat.]
[If he had a head, he'd be groaning and clutching it, or at least covering his eyes that never were. But he has neither, isn't even thinking about flying, (much less moving at all, ugh) and with all this water-weight, he's dangling a little too precariously to keep his balance up there. Carpet slips from the branches, falling partially over his book and obscuring a good portion of the video screen with a wet splat.]