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.

Comments

[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.