paradisalost | 40 years late

[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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[He lets her lead him to the bed, shooting her a tired looking smile.]

Admit it, it's the bow tie. And don't worry, I don't plan on going anywhere any time soon.

I suppose it has grown on me throughout the years.

[He had no idea his bow tie was practically a wedding ring]

You'd better not. You still have more adventures to get through back home, sweetie. Some fairly interesting ones.

Only fairly interesting? Must be losing my touch.

[he chuckles, though it ends with another groan of pain as he falls into his rarely used bed.]

Oh, don't go fishing for spoilers.

[She has that look on her face again. That 'I'm worried about you' look, not the other one. If only she could fix this for him]

Regeneration sickness isn't very fun.....

[Almost like she knew ]

Oh, you know me. I couldn't pass up the cha- [He grimaces in pain, clenching his teeth until it passes] -ance.

No, it's not. [pause. Give him a second, his brain's in the process of rewiring itself so it's a little slow right now.] But how do you know that? [Child of the TARDIS. Part Time L--] Oh. Oooh, River.

[He stares at her for a moment. All of a sudden it feels like every single one of his neurons is firing at once. He cries out in pain, clutching his head as he gets flashes, images, through his head. Hitler. Nazis. A girl with braids. The bright flash of regeneration. But the images disappear before he can see the end result. He just lay there for a moment, waiting for his heart rates to get back to normal, trying to figure out what the hell he just saw]

[River can't even feel her usual urge to be smug as she watches the Doctor's mind play catch up. He's in too much pain and she wishes she could take it all away]

Yes, Sweetie.

[She leans over the bed and cards one hand through his hair while her other hand rests on his shoulder, just trying to comfort him in any way she possibly could]

What just happened to you?

[He looks more confused than hurt at this point.]

I don't know... It was like flashes of memories, but they were memories I've never had. [mutters] I've never met Hitler.

[She takes his sonic screwdriver from the pocket of his jacket and does a quick scan. Yup. His age is wibbling and wobbling]

You're switching between your 900s and your 1100s, from the looks of it.

[She does a second sweep to be sure. It's obvious to her what's going on, but she has to play like she's oblivious]

Doctor, what else did you see?

[He nods, making a face.] I told you the scans were wibbly...

[The pain's subsided for the moment, leaving behind nothing but confusion, frustration and more questions. WTH castle?! He lays a hand across his eyes as he thinks]

Only fragments. An office, someone regenerating...

[Her theory became very solid when he admitted to someone regenerating and Hitler]

I think, sweetie, that this will all be over soon.

[It's not like she could come right out and admit she knew what was going on]

Just...try to relax. Would you like a glass or water? A warm glass of milk?

[He sighs, another wisp of energy floating up and away.]

I don't... [another sigh] Oh, what's the point. If this is the castle then nothing I could do could make this any easier.

[He drops his hand away from his face his eyes remaining closed]

Some tea might help...

[River smooths her hand over his shoulder for a few minutes before nodding and leaving to make him some tea elsewhere in the TARDIS. She comes back as full twenty minutes later with a hot cup of tea. She hands it over to him, just the way he likes it, strangely enough

You're having glimpses at your future, so I think the castle is trying to 'update' you somehow.

[He takes a sip, making an approving noise. Mmmm delicious tea.]

That doesn't make any sense... all the other times this has happened I've been unconscious. Why the difference?

I don't know. Helen wasn't completely unconscious when she went through her last. Maybe the castle is changing the game up a little?

[frowns] Perhaps. I can't say I like the new rules, however.

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