40 years late

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[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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[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[She sets it very carefully on one of the few flat parts of the TARDIS console, and then lifts her hands for him to see. Her palms are a bright red from the heat of the cup. She hopes he doesn't burn himself.]

I took the jello out.

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[He gently takes her hands, looking them over.] Oh, Del, you need to take more care. Doesn't that hurt?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[She looks at them, then wiggles her fingers and shrugs before pulling out of his grasp]

You're not going to be all bits, right? Because this is the after part so you shouldn't go around being bits when you're already on the way to being whole.

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[He sighs, raking his fingers through his hair]

I'm trying not to, Del. I shouldn't be. I've got no reason to be. It's too soon. It's like... [He closes his eyes, holding his hand against his head] I feel like I've got all these memories I should have, but don't. Like they're just below the surface, somehow, but I can't see them, yet.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

Tempus frangit.

[But she sympathetically pats his hand, and nudges the tea towards him.]

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[He gingerly touches the mug to make sure it won't burn him before he picks it up. He looks at the liquid for a moment before looking back up at Del]

Time breaks?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[A slow nod.]

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

Del... I'm afraid I don't understand. Time's not breaking.

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[She leans on the console and looks upwards]

Oh.

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[He slowly sips his tea. It's not what he usually drinks, but he tolerates it. What? He's picky, okay!]

What did you mean by that, Del. Is something happening?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

We should get an airplane.

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[curiously] An airplane? What for?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

To make brownies. [Duh.]

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[he chuckles] Of course. Whatever was I thinking?

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[She gives him a Look. Obviously he wasn't.]

Drink your tea.

[hulloeverything.livejournal.com]

[He opens his mouth to argue... but decides against it. Instead he just smiles and obligingly takes a sip of his tea.]

[fishy-go-byebye.livejournal.com]

[A wide smile. Look, she could do this taking-care-of-people thing. Fact proven to herself, it was time to wander off.]