Ian's arrival (open)

[splendid_roman]

Who| Ian and open
What| Ian's wandering around the training centre
Where| Training centre: central commons
When| Just after arena 5's finished and after the Valentine's Day plot
Warnings/Notes| None

Being told he was to participate in a death match was odd enough, but then finding himself being able to wander around a very luxurious hotel was even odder. It didn't seem to fit. And worse there were people with notepads interviewing and people asking for autographs. As much as Ian was glad to be able to slip past without notice, he still didn't like it. And he kept half-expecting the Daleks to turn up.

Having decided that perhaps it was best to hide away from all these people, he made it back to the lift. But he wasn't so sure about going back to the suite either, so he pressed down, thinking of going as far down as possible. As he waited for the lift, he looked back over his shoulder, a worried expression on his face.

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[retrieverchef]

Eliot managed to extract himself from the rather enthusiastic reporter just in time to catch the elevator. He glanced at the other man. "You're new here, aren't ya?" he asked with a sympathetic smile.

[splendid_roman]

Ian smiled back, although he had been hoping he blended in a bit more. "Is it that obvious?" he asked as he pressed a button in the lift at random.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot chuckled quietly. "Just a little," he replied. "Mostly because I haven't seen ya around before. Did they tell you what district you've been assigned to yet?"

[splendid_roman]

That wasn't so bad, in that case. And people not having seen him around before wasn't something he could do much about. "Three. Does it make a difference?"

[retrieverchef]

Eliot shook his head. "Only in where ya sleep while you're here. I'm on the same floor. I could show you around if ya want."

[splendid_roman]

"Thanks." Ian smiled and the lift opened on a gym. He looked out warily.

[retrieverchef]

"This is the training level," Eliot explained. "They've got about everything ya could want to train with down here except guns and explosives. I don't know if this is really what ya were lookin' for, though."

[splendid_roman]

Ian didn't really want to admit that he didn't know what he was looking for either. But all the same, he didn't step out - it didn't look that useful. "So does that mean the arena doesn't have guns or explosives either?"

[retrieverchef]

"Other than the mines in the platforms, no," Eliot said. Honestly, he had no complaints about that. He hated guns. He could used them but he hated them. "I've seen almost everything else at one time or another but no guns and no explosives."

[splendid_roman]

"That's something at least." Guns were hard to get around when someone was pointing one at you. "So what else is in this building?"

Sorry about the late tag

[retrieverchef]

"There's the suites for each District, a roof garden, a public lounge with a bar, and a more private lounge."

[vissernone]

"Which floor?" Eva plans on using the elevator too, although her luck with the damn things recently hasn't been all that good. It's taken her to the eighth floor, the fourth floor - but as of yet, she's not gotten to the ninth floor on her first try in a week. "Oh, you're going down. Why in God's name are you going down? There's nothing down there but asbestos."

[splendid_roman]

"There is?" The lift arrived and Ian stepped in, but he hesitated over pressing any of the buttons. "There should be warning about that."

[vissernone]

"No, not really. But it smells funny down there, so I wouldn't be surprised if it was laced with carcinogens." She gets into the elevator too; she'd rather just take this one down and up than continue waiting. "You seem new."

[splendid_roman]

He weighed up whether to believe her - he wasn't sure who it was worth trusting if they were going to be fighting each other. "Let's go and have a look and see what's causing the funny smell," he decided, pressing the button for the next floor down.

[vissernone]

Eva laughs and hits the button for the ninth floor. "Inviting me out already? Or down? Seems a bit presumptuous, Mr...?"

[splendid_roman]

Ian chuckled. "Chesterton. Ian Chesterton. Don't you want to know if they're trying to kill you slowly?"

[vissernone]

"Eva Salazar. Pleasure." She raises an eyebrow. "You mean aside from killing us quickly with the death matches? I'm so glad I don't have to do those anymore."

[splendid_roman]

He chuckled at that. "How did you get out of that?" he asked as lift stopped.

[vissernone]

"You win," she says plainly.

[splendid_roman]

"Oh." So winning meant you didn't have to fight any more, losing meant you were dead - and didn't have to fight any more. Neither of those were really that appealing.

Ian had stood there thinking about it for long enough that the lift doors started to shut, so he darted forward to hold them open for Eva. As he did he looked around and sniffed the air, trying to place the smell. "It smells of something," he concluded.

[vissernone]

"Mm. And here I was just joking." She holds a hand out to keep the door open, but doesn't follow him. "I know better than to poke my nose where it isn't invited, you know."

[splendid_roman]

"Who's to say you're not invited? No one's complaining that we're here." No one had even looked in their direction.

[vissernone]

"I know I'm not invited. I've been here longer than you, and trust me when I say no one appreciates us poking around." She removes her arm from the elevator door so it starts to close. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Chesterton."

[splendid_roman]

"All right then," he said surprised. But since he wanted to investigate the smell, he let her go.