Ian Chesterton

Indie selective RP blog for Ian Chesterton from Doctor Who. Rules Bio Verses

[londonx1965]

braveheartoswald​:

Clara found herself chuckling at the mental image she got from what he was saying. “Better than a full on invasion, I suppose,” she said. “Maybe they knew you would give them food.”

She leaned back against the wall. “I had my own run in with aliens on Christmas. Santa Claus helped us out.”

He tilted his head in agreement. It was always possible they'd smelled the food.

But at her revelation, he frowned. "Santa Claus? He doesn't exist, surely." Some things were just too hard to believe.

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braveheartoswald​:

Clara smiled back at him. “It was alright.” It had been bittersweet, really, but at least she got some closure after a rough several months. Returning to school gave her a distraction.

“And yours?”

He nodded. "It was fine. I mean, some aliens the size of gnomes tried to dig up our garden on Boxing Day, but they seemed to be happy with turkey sandwiches half the size of them and they left before they did too much damage. You know how it is." He shrugged.

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whomuses​:

“It doesn’t really work like that.” he admitted. “I think I have to go get K-9. He has this, uh,” he pulled the whistle from his shirt, “Not sure if I’m too far away for his short range teleport, but,” he put it to his lips and blew, waiting. After a moment his phone dinged. “No, he’s too far away. He can hear it but not reach me.” he swore. “Okay, you should… go back through. I need to go back to my dorm to get him.”

Ian looked completely puzzled at all this. Who was K-9 who had a name like a dog and could teleport? What was the other device Luke had that dinged and somehow told him what K-9 was doing? And was that a dog whistle?

"I'll stay by the opening in my time to make sure no one else goes through it." And think through what he might be able to do to help, which wasn't going to be a long list. "I hope everything goes all right and K-9 can help," he said, as he stepped back through the rift.

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whomuses​:

“Mum said there’s places where the material is weak. Sometimes - outside forces open them.” he frowned, thinking of the Trickster and his ability to interfere, that even the Doctor was familiar with the stuff he could do. “Yeah, that can happen. It’s - hard to know.” he admitted, “But if they’re left open for too long they can destabilize and start collapsing, pulling things through to the other side and messing with the flow of time. I’ve always managed to close them before that happens.”

Ian looked back at it. It looked fine now, but then if it was messing with time, what would that look like?

"So it's not any different," he concluded. "Maybe the problem's with your device. Does it need new batteries?"

[braveheartoswald]

“Happy New Year!”

[londonx1965]

“Happy New Year.” Ian smiled at Clara, aware that he might be the only person to be back at school after the Christmas holidays. Even if it was just for a governors meeting for him.

“Good Christmas?”

[indiemusee]

//open rp - 13th Doctor//

“SNAP!” The Doctor yelled, slamming her cards down on the table.

Some people passing by laughed into their drinks, and her face morphed into confusion, “Wait, what game is this?”

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"Blackjack," Ian said, looking over her shoulder at her cards. "And you've gone bust."

You couldn't take the Doctor anywhere it seemed. And that hadn't really changed. "Why don't you try the slot machines? You can't go wrong with those."

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antitimetraveller​:

Susan gave an excited clap of her hands when she was giving permission for them to hold a party. That excitement did falter a little at the mention of their only being four of them. “Four people can make a party!” She protested “… and, besides, who else would we invite?”

He shouldn't be the one giving permission really. But far better to just set everything up and invite the Doctor, at which point he wouldn't be able to say no.

He shook his head. "No, the four of us are fine. But for a party we need something special. Some food, some drink, some music. Is there any wine on the Ship?"

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Susan Foreman- Open Starter {Anyone can reply}

"I am fully aware that celebrating something like the New Year is entirely redundant but..." She moved around the room to stand a little closer to the other, trying to grab their attention and bring them over to her idea "there's not much harm in a party! And it would be fun! What do you think?" Susan Grinned widely, rocking on her heels excitedly

[londonx1965]

Susan's excitement was infectious. She was right: what did the new year mean on a ship that travelled in time? But she was so excited about a party it was hard to say no.

"Let's celebrate 1964," he agreed, smiling. "But we're going to need more than just the four of us and the food machine to make it a new year party. If there's some paper somewhere we can make streamers," he said thoughtfully.

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whomuses​:

“I can’t leave this here.” he admitted, not sure what to do. “I might have to get K-9, see if he can check it out, he might be able to help me shut it down…” he grimaced. Having Ian here probably wouldn’t help, but, well, it was good to have someone bounce his ideas off.

“It doesn’t look any different. Just a - rip in time and space, that’s all. Maybe not space, but time at least. If I could figure out why it opened up, then I could get it shut down…”

Looking around, Ian would have said it was a rip in space as well as time, but he was far enough into the future that it could be the same place, but more built up.

"Why do they usually open up?" It was comforting to know this wasn't something that happened randomly. As unlikely as it seemed, he wouldn't have been surprised if that's what had happened. "I wasn't in the right place to see exactly what happened just before it opened up," he said, thinking back. "I smelled smoke, but I don't remember seeing a fire."

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whomuses​:

Luke had been walking around it, trying to figure out why his device wasn’t working, cursing under his breath. When Ian came through, he jumped upright, but then relaxed after a moment.

“Couldn’t resist?” he asked, with a faint grin, unable to help himself as he spoke, “Don’t blame you. I was the same with my first one.” he admitted. “I don’t know why my device didn’t work, though. Maybe something’s holding it open.” he frowned. “It could shut without warning…”

Which meant Ian should just go back through in case he was stuck here. But he couldn't just leave Luke on his own to work out what was wrong.

"There was nothing holding it open at my end. That I could see." He frowned. He hadn't looked around the whole thing, but then surely if there was something it would be obvious? "You've seen one of these before? Is there anything different about this one?"

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whomuses​:

"Oh, yeah. Definitely.” he put his hand out and smiled gently at him. “It was a real pleasure to meet you. Maybe I’ll find another hole that pops me out here.” he smiled brightly and shook his hand. “I’ll definitely look you up.” he smiled wider, then turned and went for the portal.

Stepping out into his side of the timeline, Luke paused and then turned around, taking a few steps before activating his device to shut it. And then - nothing happened. He pressed the button again - the edges compressed but his device fizzled and it popped back to full size. “Oh, not good.”

From his end, Ian saw the portal compress a little too, then go back to its original size. He stood and watched it for a bit, but nothing else happened. It certainly didn't disappear.

Either Luke was not turning it off for some reason or he couldn't or it wasn't working. Of course the best way to find out would be to go through it. The worst thing to do would be to go through it. He sighed. Of course he was going through it.

But first he went round the corner to the phone box to tell Barbara what was going on. And put the phone down before she could point out what a terrible idea a trip to the future was. And then he stepped through the portal.

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whomuses​:

"Yeah.” he’d never heard of the Doctor being anything other than a man and he had definitely been a man the last times that Luke had met him, but he also knew that the Doctor was an alien and aliens most likely didn’t confine to their gender expectations. Like … him. But that was definitely going to be hard to explain to someone from this era, so he immediately abandoned it as a bad job.

“No. I really don’t want to get stuck here.” he admitted. “Yeah, I should - I should go. Definitely.” curiousity itched at him, he so very much wanted to explore, but he couldn’t let himself be trapped.

Ian smiled at the boy's reluctance to actually leave. He could understand why - if their positions were reversed he'd feel the same. But he had to go.

"I'd love to show you around, but we can't leave this unattended. I wouldn't want to be responsible for people disappearing into the future. But," he added with a smile, "it was good to meet you. I'm Ian Chesterton, by the way Maybe you could look me up when you get home." He held his hand out to shake.

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whomuses​:

He looked at Ian, caught. This man knew the Doctor, even if it was far before Luke’s time, and there were so many questions he had but - well - risky. So risky.

"The Doctor. Sorry, um - I don’t - really - y'know. Gender?” he said, awkwardly. “Oh. It’s on the outskirts of Oxford. I’m a university there.”

"The Doctor's definitely a man," Ian said with the confidence of someone who had only met one incarnation and knew nothing about regeneration.

"But it has nothing to do with him not wanting us to know the future. When we tried to change the future we were in the distant past." He smiled and shook his head because of the way it sounded.

"But you should go," he conceded. "I don't want you to get stuck in the past. Or anyone here to end up in the future. I'm not sure they'll take it well." Although a look around showed him there was no one else here. Yet.

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smithjanesarah​:

She might have been rethinking the plan as she and Ian started changing places. You just keep moving Smith. One foot after another, you can do that. Though, of course, they hadn’t made it more than a couple of steps before Ian spoke up. She let out a breath of relief, seeing what he was doing. Sarah Jane kept a good grip on his arm as he got out of his belt.

“Brilliant” she managed to say, even if it was a bit breathy.

She found even on the tightest cinch, it fit better under her arms than around the rest of her. Once it was on, she gave the end an extra knot just to be certain. Then she looked up at her new friend quite seriously, taking the torch from him.

“No butterfingers today, please, Mr.Chesterton.”

Sarah Jane turned back to the void, swallowed hard, and started searching forward with one foot. There was nothing directly in front of them, according to her toes, so she bent her knees a bit and stretched out farther. A little farther. Then she had an idea and started reaching lower, depending now on Ian’s grip.

“There is something here!” she said in wonder as her toes found it. It swayed a little under her foot, perhaps like some sort of suspension bridge. She crammed the torch into her pocket, grit her teeth, and reached out, hoping for something to hold on to.

“Och!” she said in surprise. Whatever was under her hand, it was smooth and strange, and moved a little with whatever was under her feet.

Ian kept a tight hold of the belt in one hand and Sarah Jane's clothing in another. He'd had plenty of practise with this and Sarah Jane was shorter and lighter than Barbara. But other than that all he could really do was to watch. He didn't want to distract her by speaking, so he didn't.

That there was something there was good news, but he couldn't tell what it was, from her actions. Aside from it being unexpected, which didn't really narrow it down in this place.

"What is it?" he asked, looking where she was clearly holding onto something, even if he still couldn't see it. "Can you put all your weight on it?" Not that he had any intention of letting go off the belt until he was sure she couldn't fall.

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whomuses​:

He nodded. “Well, I’m only technically a couple of years old,” he admitted. “Long and complicated story.” although if Ian knew the Doctor, maybe not all that weird. He smiled uncertainly, considering something …

“I guess they want to make sure you don’t know things you aren’t supposed to know.” he said, cautiously, glancing behind himself. “This just ends up in a warehouse and like I said, it’s - not particularly stable. I should go back through…” he murmured.

"Wait!" Ian stepped forward, putting a hand out. He definitely should go back, and Ian was curious about the technically only a couple of years old, because that surely involved time travel. But it was the rest that he really wanted to know about.

"Who are 'they'" Some sort of guardians of time travel?" he wondered. "Where's the warehouse?"

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whomuses​:

“Oh, trust me, there are plenty of creatures out there that can change history - I’ve been tricked before.” less him, more his mum, but he had learnt enough to be more than a little cynical as he looked at Ian.

“Two thousand and nine.” he said, after a long moment, giving a faint smile. “Fair way off, I think.”

He nodded. "Nearly fifty years."

He did some quick mental arithmetic to calculate his age in 2009 and came up with a number that meant he'd either be very old or dead. It was probably best not to think about it too much.

"I suppose if I ask you what's changed between now and then you won't know, because everything that would be futuristic to me is normal to you. We never really went to the future on Earth with the Doctor," he added, a little nostalgically. He wished they had now, and he could see what had changed first thing.

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whomuses​:

“It won’t close on it’s own. At least, I don’t think so.” he said, shaking his head slightly. “But I don’t know how stable it is. It could suddenly blast open, or it just - being here would be dangerous. It’s unstable.” he explained, “And I can’t risk it - if anyone went through there, the effect on time could be potentially devastating.” he said, shaking his head again. “I shouldn’t’ve come through.”

If it's dangerous and could close at any time then the boy should definitely go straight back. But he hadn't, so Ian could take the opportunity to ask about where he came from.

"You can't change history," he pointed out. So it wouldn't matter if anyone went through and stayed. "What year is it where you came from?"