I’ve got a friend who specialises in trouble.

'Free movement in time and space was a scientific dream I didn't expect to find solved in a junkyard.' . Indie RP blog for Ian Chesterton. Mun and muse are 21+. Please read rules and about.

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Oh no, run Doctor, run. What have you got yourself into? First you nearly become a robo-man, then you are nearly a museum exhibit…now this! And speaking of robo-men, these helmets look a bit like theirs don’t they?

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William Russell in Edgar Wallace Mysteries- The Share Out

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“Oh, many, but you see we don’t all know the same Doctor, not exactly,” Ashildr wasn’t so sure how much Ian really knew about the nature of the Doctor. Those who knew his later companions seemed to have a better understanding of regeneration, but perhaps that was just because they’d witnessed so many more. 

“The Doctor changes in very…demonstrable ways over time. You knew a very young man compared to the man I met. All the same, if you’d like to meet some of the others, I might be able to arrange that. He’s quite fond of this era.” 

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   Ian frowned as the ghost of a memory tugged at the edges of his mind. “I think I know what you’re talking about; I think I met a different Doctor a few years ago.” He chuckled a little. “I went missing for a few hours - came back without knowing where I went but with vague memories of the Doctor and Steven Taylor and Daleks. I suppose something must have happened and Time was messed about with, or something.” He shrugged.

   “I suppose he’s still out there? Kidnapping school teachers and saving the world and everything?”

[theotherscarmanthewoman]

Are you a badass History teacher travelling through time and space with your BFF, an annoying alien schoolchild, and her potentially homicidal grandfather? Have you recently woken from a drugged sleep to find you are dressed as a space nun and your BFF has attempted to murder one of your crew? Is your ship on the brink of disaster? And to cap it all, do you suspect your BFF is not in fact attempting to give you a relaxing neck massage but is actually trying to throttle you, too? Then worry not, for Barbara Wright is here to show you how to deal with that crazy shit.

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Dear Stranger

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  Barbara couldn’t help but laugh and smile sweetly at Ian’s teasing antics. Her heart was just swelling with pure and utter happiness at hearing with the man she previously only imagined meeting, telling her she loved her. It was cliche to say, but it felt like a dream coming true.

  She took the letters and held them close, “Miles apart, letters never being sent,” she said, her voice taking on a dreamy tone. “And  we still fell in love. It’s impossible and yet here we are.” Barbara snuggled a bit closer to Ian, her hand reaching up to caress the flight lieutenant’s cheek, her thumb gently stroking his skin, leaning close to gently kiss his lips before slowly pulling away. “One moment,” 

  Barbara reluctantly pulled away. and stood up to move to her desk, a stack of envelopes rested on the left side. All of them stamped in bright red: ‘returned to sender’. She picked them up, and handed them to Ian. 

 They both began reading the letters they never received..cuddled up together. It was near perfect.

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   It was strange, to be reading letters written and sent while he was in the prison camp, whilst cuddled close to their author. Throughout the later ones, the growing sense of worry was clear, and Ian desperately tried to banish the thought of how worried she must have been; it didn’t do to dwell too much on what either of them had been through.

   He finished quickly, clearly not reading his letters as carefully as Barbara read hers, and spent the remaining time until she finished with his face half buried in her hair, breathing in the wonderful scent of her. It helped ground him and remind him of what he’d been fighting for: patriotism could only inspire a man so much, but the thought of a beautiful woman waiting for him at home could inspire a man to do anything.

   “I thought of you, the whole time I was there.” Ian pressed a kiss to her hair.

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Pretty people. 

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The Chesterdorks: invading each other’s personal space & being completely married since 1963 [5/8]

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Hellenic inspiration, Villa Kerylos, Nice

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"Are you sure we are not lost?"

“Honestly? Not a clue where we are. You have any idea?”

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She nodded, “Go! I am fine. I’ll try to calm down and if i feel worse i’ll yell. Ian right you checking for a route is the only thing that could help us!” She took a deep breath. ‘Just stay calm’ she thought. She giggled a little, “I bet the Doctor is going to lecture us. He probably be like, ‘Hmph where did you two decide to wander off.’ or something like that.” She tried to do her best doctor impression. “Just get up there and check out our surroundings!”  

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   Ian huffed out a laugh at her impression of the Doctor. He should probably tell her to respect her elders or something but he’d been guilty of doing an impression of the Doctor in the past, so acknowledged that would probably be a bit hypocritical.

   Instead he made his way up the tree, overly cautious not to cut himself on anything sharp, until he was finally able to balance on a branch and see the surrounding area. The surrounding area that he could see, appeared to be nothing but dense plant life and Ian glanced round, trying to spot the blue of the TARDIS.

   He called down an update to Vicki. “There’s trees and bushes as far as I can see. I’m trying to find some blue somewhere that could be the TARDIS.”

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The Chesterton Clan || Closed

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  Barbara smiled, and kissed her daughter on the forehead. “Ah, but you helped me in the garden, darling, I wouldn’t have gotten it done without you.”

 Sabetha’s smile only grew at her mother’s praises, giggling more and more. “Mummy made the garden looked all pwetty, Daddy! She did wots and wots.” The little girl smiled proudly, and held her arms out to her mother, almost like she was presenting an award. 

 Johnny dashed to his mothers side and looks up at her. “You’re the best, Mummy, do you know that? You’re like…like…a super hero!”

  Barbara laughed good naturedly and rolled her eyes. “Alright, alright. I’m very grateful you lot, but if any of you want dinner, I suggest you clean up.”

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   But Sabetha’s eyes widened as she focused on what her brother had said instead of what Barbara said. “Super mummy!” Her eyes widened even further. “Does that make me super too?”

   Ian chuckled and reached up to give her a little tickle. “Of course you’re super, sweetheart – mummy couldn’t have managed today without you, remember. Now, let’s be super helpful and go wash our hands like mummy said.”

   As best as he could, Ian led the children upstairs and helped them wash their hands (and Sabetha’s crayon-y face), before bundling them back downstairs again and getting them seated at the table.

   It was a little hectic, and occasionally he wished for the days when he and Barbara could have a peaceful moment alone, but Ian loved his family more than anything, and loved coming home to them at the end of the day.

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Yo @unwillingadventurer, you guys seen this? It’s some cute rehearsal footage that Carole shot on set. Bill when he notices the camera and gets mock angry, bless. What a showoff!

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Aww yes, we have seen this, uploaded the footage from the DVD ourselves a while back but can never hurt to watch it again! It’s special as its the only peek we have of early who behind the scenes :)

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The Price of a Life || Closed RP

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   The sound of Keaso’s voice and his smiling face shattered any hope of her actually being home into a million pieces. It was actually rather disappointing, borderline upsetting, as her dream was just so vivid and alive that she was certain she was really back in Londinium. But she doubted she’d ever return now, only in her dreams would her homeland ever return to her.

  She reached up to take the piece of bread, sleepily smiling in return. She took a tiny nibble and thanked him, before continuing to take tiny bite after tiny bite. Was it that late already? She had arrived to his room, as ordered, early in the morning. And yet the sun was beginning to descend into the sky.

  “Forgive my staying for so long, I had no intended to fall asleep.”

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   Keaso followed her gazed to the lengthening shadows outside the window and smiled fondly. “The sun sets early this month of the year, but even earlier when we are surrounded by tall buildings that block the light - it is not as late as you think.”

   He reached out to turn her body to one side, so Barbara was reclining rather than lying down, and shuffled back before putting the plates between them. Eating off the same plate was a courtesy not extended to slaves, and although Keaso tried to justify doing so, the best reason he could come up with was that he wanted to and that, as Master, he could do as he wished.

   Sipping his wine, Keaso nodded towards her. “When we have eaten you shall return to your duties, and I to my business. It is not seemly to lie in bed all day.”

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From the Depths||Closed

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   A…party? The un-dead crew of Davy Jones ship, having just send off many dead sailors spirits to the next life, were going to throw a party. It was the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard–and she had heard Ian’s terrible “rope pun” not a few minutes before. Well, this was something that the legends never talked about. Then again, those stories were supposed to be about fear and being a cautionary tale about the dangers of the sea. So talking about the extravagant, but rather pathetically sad, parties they had certainly weren’t going to be included.

   Barbara bit her lip and tugged on her companions sleeve.“Vicki, I’m not sure if I want to go and join the party–” 

  “Oh, but you must! It’s how we bond and feel alive and oh Barbara you’ll enjoy it, I promise!” Vicki looked up with big eyes and smiled. And how could she say no?

 “…Alright. I’ll go..”

   Vicki grinned from ear to ear and dragged Barbara over to sit on a barrel while the preparations were being completed. She glanced round and bit her lip, embarrassment crossing her features. “It’s nothing like a real party, of course. We can’t eat, or even drink properly, and I think some of the instruments are out of tune, but we dance, and enjoy the taste of the wine, and celebrate the souls safely on their way to the afterlife.”

   Glancing round, she leaned conspiratorially forward, as if to share a secret. “I’ve heard it didn’t always used to be like this - that the previous gatekeeper neglected his duty, and terrorized those poor souls.” Vicki’s eyes were wide as she nodded. “That’s what people say, but I don’t know if anyone was actually there when it was like that!”

   The girl might have been about to say more, but she glanced up and her face lit up with delight as Susan came rushing towards her, nearly knocking her onto the deck. Before they could do anything other than greet each other, the music started up and Susan was pulled into the dance.