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[gentleidealist]

[dictated]

[The journal falls open and picks up the soft sounds of a teenage boy's slumber. After a minute, it's interrupted by an wet snort.] Ugh... go away.

[Shifting. It sounds like someone tossing around on straw.] Noishe, I'm trying to sleep here. [His fingers curl into rough fur. He grumbles and tries to shove the disturbance away, but it's far heavier than he anticipated.

He opens his eyes.]

Wha— ... you're not Noishe. And this isn't my house.

[followed by, louder--]

Where are your eyes?!

[ooc: Lloyd is waking up in the stables with his baby. Hope this is okay! ♥

Also I am going to sleep now. Tags when I wake up.]

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[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[Five chuckles, quietly, content to stand back and watch. this always was his favorite part. he'll let Lloyd wander around as much as he likes, goggle at the console, the high, vaulted ceilings, the rows of bookshelves at the back flanked by comfortable chairs ... and the doors that lead to corridors stretching farther and farther out than should even be possible]

[gentleidealist]

[The only thing Lloyd doesn't pay too much attention to is the bookshelf. When he's done looking around the cabin, he turns back to Five.]

This-- this is amazing! Do you have any idea how cool this is?

[Yeah, he'll never get tired of this. He's pretty freakin' happy right now.]

I bet the Professor loved this. [He brightens.] How far can she go?

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

I've been travelling with her for centuries, so ... yes. Yes, I believe I do have a bit of an idea. [he laughs] And yes, Raine was exceedingly fond of her, too. Unfortunately, she can only go as far as the boundaries of the Dead Zone, in this place, and can't travel in time, anymore. One of the many limits of Paradisa, to balance out the many wonders, I'm afraid...

1/3

[gentleidealist]

She could travel through time? That's...

[He marvels at the ship around him, and though he is afraid to touch anything, he decides that the TARDIS needs some love. He'll settle with gently patting the wall.]

Wow...

2/3

[gentleidealist]

... wait.

3/3

[gentleidealist]

[He turns and /stares/ at the Doctor.]

Centuries?!

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[someone else who shows love to the TARDIS. oh, he missed you, Lloyd, and so did she. nothing in the room physically changes, but he may feel a slightly increasing sense of welcoming]

Oh, yes. I'm one of a race of Time Lords, you see. We live far longer than humans.

[gentleidealist]

[Lloyd blinks at the feeling, but he doesn't realize the TARDIS is, you know, alive. One thing at a time. Maybe he's just imagining it.]

So you're like a... time-traveling space elf?

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[for a moment, the only thing Five can do is laugh, but he recovers easily]

You know, I think I'd heard every explanation, save that one. ... I suppose you could think of me as such, though Yuan's far older than I am. And quite fond of reminding me, too. Though, Time Lords aren't quite like elves. Instead of keeping the same body, we regenerate every few hundred years or so - once our bodies start to wear thin, or we become injured.

[gentleidealist]

[He blinks at Five for a minute, and then--]

How does that even work? You don't take over someone else's body... right?

[He hasn't forgotten the mention of Yuan. He has questions relating to that.]

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

Oh, goodness, no. My body regenerates - I form a new one from the cells of the old. A bit like a lizard growing back its tail, only - I wind out looking completely different, each time.

[gentleidealist]

Huh. So... if you end up with bad hair you won't have to deal with it for too long?

[He has priorities, okay.]

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[he laughs] …Actually, any one regeneration can last for centuries. It's more a case of changing your opinion. Couldn't stand my hair at first, last time around, but I grew rather fond of it.