40 years late

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[Eleven's voice sounds a little pained as he dictates]

I apologize for my absence this past week or so. I've been a bit... distracted. I'm afraid I've been a bit, well, ill for lack of a better te-eerm! [The last word turns into a cry of pain. There's a thud as the journal hits the floor and he grabs hold of the console to keep from falling over. After a moment he picks the journal up again and sighs heavily.]

Since it's not showing any signs of going away any time soon I'm forced to concede that this may be another of the castle's ploys... though to what end is completely beyond me. If anyone needs me I'll be in my TARDIS

[Lakare]

If you have a moment, would you mind coming over here? This is very... disconcerting. I wouldn't mind a second opinion, as it were.

[/Lakare]

((ooc: Finally, the much delayed canonbump!! He'll be suffering from regeneration sickness for the next week or so (As well as rapidly aging over a century... not that it'll show or anything.) Open over the journal or in the TARDIS if you're so inclined.))

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Doctor

[cloakand_danger]

...I'm coming over. [Because Yuan doesn't trust the Doctor to be honest about how bad it is over the journals.]

Yuan

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Yuan. You don't have to-- [his words are cut off as he loses his balance and drops his journal, again.]

Doctor

[cloakand_danger]

You're being so very convincing right now. Don't go anywhere. [And the journal shuts.

A few minutes later, Yuan comes through the doors of the TARDIS, looking around with an air of restrained concern.] Doctor?

TARDIS forever

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[Eleven is currently slumped in the pilot's seat. He has one hand against his forehead as he breathes out another plume of golden energy.]

You didn't have to... I'll be fine, Yuan...