41 years late
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[Eleven grunts as he falls against the wall. If he's regenerating he'll be damned if he's going to do it in BED. He's folded the journal open and stuck it in his pocket so he doesn't have to hold it.]
Those of you who've been wondering- I'm... less than okay. In fact, I'm so less than okay that I'm more on my way to terrible rather than okay. [He sighs,] It would seem that I've been slowly getting memories of my future, things I haven't done yet, things that I.... don't remember. The problem is that I'm not unconscious and, well, it doesn't seem to be agre-AAA [He cries out in pain, grabbing his head] -eeing with me.
[He's made it to the console room (finally) and leans heavily on the console as he continues dictating. He looks down at his hands, which have started to glow at this point] I don't know what's going to happen and I most certainly don't like where all signs are indicating this is heading. All I ask is that all of you stay away from my TARDIS until whatever this is has run its course. I can't risk any of you-- [His words are cut off by another pained cry] Any of you getting hurt because of this.
((ooc: Here be the culmination of the canonbump! Eleven will be going through a sort of mini regeneration (Dude's aging a couple of centuries in one go, that's not fun). Open over the journal or if you're brave/foolhardy enough to go into the TARDIS))
[Eleven grunts as he falls against the wall. If he's regenerating he'll be damned if he's going to do it in BED. He's folded the journal open and stuck it in his pocket so he doesn't have to hold it.]
Those of you who've been wondering- I'm... less than okay. In fact, I'm so less than okay that I'm more on my way to terrible rather than okay. [He sighs,] It would seem that I've been slowly getting memories of my future, things I haven't done yet, things that I.... don't remember. The problem is that I'm not unconscious and, well, it doesn't seem to be agre-AAA [He cries out in pain, grabbing his head] -eeing with me.
[He's made it to the console room (finally) and leans heavily on the console as he continues dictating. He looks down at his hands, which have started to glow at this point] I don't know what's going to happen and I most certainly don't like where all signs are indicating this is heading. All I ask is that all of you stay away from my TARDIS until whatever this is has run its course. I can't risk any of you-- [His words are cut off by another pained cry] Any of you getting hurt because of this.
((ooc: Here be the culmination of the canonbump! Eleven will be going through a sort of mini regeneration (Dude's aging a couple of centuries in one go, that's not fun). Open over the journal or if you're brave/foolhardy enough to go into the TARDIS))