[It's a little before sun-up-- that weird hour of the morning where the sky is still dark but just starting to brighten in a thin, pale line at the horizon. Of course, where Heather was, that horizon was hidden by the trees, so it's... still mostly dark ( Read more... )

[When the camera comes on, Heather's lying on her back on her sleeping bag with Cujo draped over her stomach and a sulky expression on her face. The bandage formerly tied over her eye (looking distinctly nasty now) is crumpled off to the side and in its place is a hot compress, which she's holding gently to the wounded area with one hand. She seems ( Read more... )

[Beep beep! What's that, Lassie? An incoming message?! Oh, looks like it's coming from one Hal 'Otacon' Emmerich's PokeGear! How lovely. What does the nerd have to say toda-- .... HEY, THAT'S NOT OTACON!]

[The screen blips into life on a face that's bruised, scraped, and... freckled?]

[Once its owner is sure the thing is on, she withdraws-- making ( Read more... )

[The camera comes on with grass obscuring half the screen-- it was quite literally just dumped on the ground along with most of the other contents of Heather's bag-- such as the Hoothoot that was currently rolling away across the ground in a generally dismayed manner ( Read more... )

[This is it. It's the big day. THE big day. The day Heather said she was going to kick Falkner's feathery butt. A little while earlier, Heather had posted a particularly cocky video in which she stated these intentions with deep conviction and a big ol' smirk on her face.]

[So, how's she faring?]

( Cut for EPIC. )