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Eighteen

Happy Canada day!

Well, that was fun. Didn't think I'd get up there for the concert, but I seem to have managed. I'm a bit disappointed that I couldn't play like I said I would... but the fireworks, oh, they were pretty. Amazing that we're all stuck here in close quarters, friends and enemies with similarities and differences, trapped here with no way out and missing something important from our lives, yet we can all come together like we did last night and do something productive that makes being here bearable, even a little. Inspiring.

Rose, you feeling all right? Blimey, you can sleep for a long time. How's your head?

Oh! Also, I'd like to speak to... [page flipping] Doctor Kurosaki? Right, I've got a question about medical files and castle residents and preventing disasters like the aspirin problem we had a few days ago, if you don't mind.

~~((ooc: Speaking of Canada day, I'm off to the Concert on the Hill because I'm a CANUCK. I won't be here to answer tags for the rest of the day. ♥~~ Back now!))

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[written somewhat sloppily as she's in bed and still mostly death warmed over 42 times]

Shut it. At least I got sleep like you told me to - it just happened to be on your floor.

My head still feels terrible. Though, I'm not vomiting as much. That's an improvement ... a very welcome one.

Wait ... you went to that ... WHAT?!

Yes, well, I would've moved you, but I didn't want to wake you. In hindsight, though, I doubt even a nuclear blast would've done that.

Yup, all my doing.

That's good. And, er, yes, I did. You see, Ruby needed my help and I'd already promised Lana that I'd go, so really, I didn't want to let those two down... and it was a good concert? You wouldn't believe some of the talent we have around here. I'm okay, really. Healing up nicely.

[woo hoo for sloppy handwriting~]

... most likely right there. Was I really out that long?

Really now ... or are you just saying that to stop me from coming by? [sounds of her struggling to get up] I really should go and check up on both of you ...

More or less. Did a bit of tossing, thought you were going to wake up the person below us with your snoring. [:P] Kidding! But really, I won't say you had a restful sleep.

Ain't no thang. [:)] Looked like you needed it.

No! Really, I am. I'm a quick healer. Right now it's no more than a dull pain with some spasms, and that'll go away soon enough. But your head, anything I can get you while I'm up? Tea? Coffee? Aspirin? [transcribed 'ugh' noise]

[messily~]

I think I'd be more shocked if you had gone and said I managed to sleep peacefully. Probably won't happen for awhile. [sigh]

Oh fine then. How's the Doctor doing? ... wait ... oh you know who I mean. Still talking up a storm, plotting to party when your back's turned? [transcribed groan and the sound of her just flopping back onto the pillows she had been propped up on]

Tea sounds lovely ... and whatever else you can think of. But NO coming up here until you've made sure he's doing fine ... and take your time, no injuring yourself more.

I'll just ... wait right here.

I'm sorry. This may not pass for a little while. But it still did you some good, yeah?

Oh yeah, you wouldn't believe the conversations we've been having. Well, they're more one-sided conversations than anything; he doesn't shut up. Honestly, there's only so much you can say about the Sombrero Galaxy before it just gets boring. As for the party, he's extremely sneaky about it.

Fine, fine, I'll do a once-over on him. But I'll tell you now, not much of a change. He might wake up soon, but soon's my best guess... I'll get the tea up to you in a few.

I know. And yes it did.

The Sombrero Galaxy? [weary amused snort] Probably sending out invites anytime you're distracted by something.

Thank you. Tell him I'm sorry I can't go down there today. Soon is better than nothing.

Yes, the Sombrero Galaxy! In the Virgo constellation, looks like a sombrero. And I bet that's what he was doing when I left the room for a moment and returned to see that the bedding had been shifted. I'll catch him red-handed one of these days.

[pause] All right, I will. And it is. Put a lot of stock in 'soon', I do, because 'soon' can be either 'tomorrow' or 'next week'.

[the journal is set down and the rest is recorded as he goes to attend to Nine;]

Oi, you lump. [sound of things being dug out for checking up] Rose's still feeling a little under the weather, can't come by, says she's sorry. [checkup noises :D] Though I'll have you know I feel rather ridiculous talking to you when you're like this. It's like talking to myself. And I don't know if you can even hear me or if you're storing this away in your subconscious or what have you, or if I'm just nattering away at the air. [pause] Well, I am talking to myself anyway, talking to you, aren't I? So it's rather ridiculous anyway even when you are awake.

[pause]

Hearts are all right, as I expected.

[back to the journal for a moment]

Would have liked to see that then. Well he's either doing that or stretching and enjoying the fact that when you're away the bed's all his.

I'd prefer if 'soon' were 'tomorrow' or 'this week', but still ... far better than 'next month' or 'nev-' ... right.

[sounds of her settling more comfortably amongst her pillows, and you know she's grinning at Ten blah-blahing about the ridiculousness of talking to himself]

Good. At least he hasn't gotten worse. I'll try and get down there ... tomorrow.

[dictated as he does more checking up]

I don't doubt that; kicks me enough when I'm trying to sleep. One of these days I'm going to wake up on the floor and he's going to have the whole of the bedspread wrapped around him.

[some rustling noises]

Come on, be an - ow - optimist. If he doesn't wake up this week we can look forward to next week, despite the fact that we'll all become quite discouraged after a while. Got a good feeling about this week, though. [odd clicking noise] Everything seems to be in order here... all right. See that, Nine? Rose'll be by tomorrow. Well, hopefully, taking the elipses into consideration. Ah -- Rose, have you thrown up again, or has your stomach settled?

He honestly kicks ... [heh] I'm torn between being very amused by that and wanting to have a word with him for kicking you when you're all beaten up.

Funny ... I would have thought you'd be the one to hog the covers. [:P]

I hope your good feeling is spot-on and he'll be up and about this week. Though, yes that'd give us something to look forward too. I'll be by tomorrow, but if I don't make it's probably best to assume I never made it out of bed. You think with all this sleep I'd be getting better quicker ...

[long pause] I threw up twice earlier. Big improvement. I'm not actually camped out in there anymore.

[sound of stuff being put away, a thud and a quiet 'ow']

Yeeees, this week is feeling especially lucky. And I'll be expecting you, then. If you need anything tomorrow, either, by the way, and you're feeling too sick to get anything just drop me a line, all right? I'll be down in a few.

[getting-ready-to-leave noises] Good. Need anything to settle your stomach while I'm up, or are you feeling good enough to go without?

... what was that thud sound just now?

Hmmmm ... could you bring something for Queenie too? Thanks.

[pause] I'd like to try going without but bringing something just in case would be good. Whatever you think will work best.

[still dictated]

[avoidant tone; liar!] Nothing. Whacked - ow - my knee. I'll survive.

Certainly. Tea for you, treat for Queenie. And this isn't going to help my current waiter-like position, but what d'you want in your tea?

Right, something for the stomach, too. [a list of the things he needs is jotted down the side of the page]

[sigh] Be. Careful.

Oh but you have serving staff experience already! [heh] Just sugar for now. Not too sure I should be adventurous and have cream in there too. I'd like to keep said tea in my stomach.

Looks more than a bit like a grocery list there. [jokingly] The TARDIS is out of milk too Doctor.

[grumble] Yes, yes.

Do I? -- Oh, I do, don't I. All right, tea, one sugar. Not too hot, side of dog treat, and some... I dunno, pepto-bismol?

Groceries! How horribly domestic of me. [sigh] I'll have to get the post-it notes out, won't I? Can't have a TARDIS without some milk in the fridge. We might run into Acidians. And dry cereal.

Yes, you do. [pause and a 'hmm'] Pepto-bismol's fine by me.

[laugh] I was wondering how much longer it'd be before you'd start in complaining about things being domestic. And yes, get the post-it notes out. Dry cereal is a tragedy that just can't happen to us. Next thing you know this castle'll bring in [hiss~ ow headeache coming on again ;~;] an Acidian just to spite us cause of our lack of milk in the TARDIS.

Good, then. Pepto-bismol it is.

Oh, trust me, it's been a battle. You wouldn't believe some of the urges I've had to either do something to radically undomesticate this place or camp out in the TARDIS for a change of scenery. And dry cereal is a terrible thing, much like Paradisa's sense of humour. Go hand in hand, they do.

((ooc: LOL. I read that as 'Acadian'. XD Too much time in French class.))

I don't think you could completely undomesticate this place if you tried. Camping out in the TARDIS sounds nice. Though is it really camping out when she has everything and plenty of rooms, not to mention that we have our own rooms there already. It would be a nice break from this place though.

I'd much prefer it if my cereal didn't have something in common with this insane place.

It would be a bit of an undertaking, wouldn't it? And I didn't mean litereally camping out, just... camping out. I think the second I get it moving it's going in here, forget lush bedding and a giant bathtub.

[sound of a door opening and closing]

Once you put milk in it it doesn't anymore, does it? The cereal's no longer a bad thing, but there's Paradisa, still being a right old stick in the mud.

It would. Not to mention all the complaints you'd get as any action or event around here gets at least a handful of people complaining in their journals, usually more. [pause] In the end I definitely prefer my room in the TARDIS too.

Stick in the mud is probably putting it lightly.

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