Elite roleplay: The galactic bar

INGABA (Inara Galactic Bar)

Welcome to the swankiest bar and most popular bar on station. Located in the Pilot's market and due to its close proximity to the docks is heavily frequented by pilots and all manner of crew, tourists, and layover passengers. Dark, smokey and trimmed in neon lights and bits of tinsel, InGaBa plays only the best music straight from Radio Sidewinder and local DJ star, Janten Groove.

There are various tabled and seated cubby holes that patrons can hold private conversations as well the main bar top where all assortments of drinks and bar food can be ordered up. On the back of the bar on various shelves, from all over the galaxy, the fines and rarest ales preside. next to the impressive collection are several screens that can usually be seen playing adverts or the CQC championships.

It is the most prominent choice for meeting up with other pilots to discuss business discreetly, whatever they may be...

Notice booking the InGaBa for private functions require a deposit of 250,000 CR to cover potential damages.

InGaBa drinks menu:
  • Cubeo Gold - Mid Whiskey
  • Achenar Blue - Upscale Whiskey
  • Kamadhenu Red - Red wine
  • Old Sol - Scotch
  • Barnard's Choice - Gin
  • Crown Jewel - Cocktail
  • Pegasi moon - Pirate Surprise!
  • Supernova - Cocktail
  • Barron's Head - Beer
  • Lavian Brandy
  • Alioth Sparkling - Sparkling Wine
  • Jaques' Quinentian Still - Gifted by a mysterious benefactor, two of these rare devices now distill single shots of whiskey from whatever is on hand for the patrons of Ingaba.


General Roleplay Etiquette:

1. Control only the actions of your own character(s). (AKA: God Mode)
This doesn't matter how small the action is, even if it is as simple as scratching their nose or a direct reaction to something else that just happened. This applies to everything from casual conversation to full blown fight scenes. If you'd like someone to do something specific, PM that person, however keep in mind they are completely within their rights to say no. Especially if said action is inappropriate to their character and/or circumstance.

2. Don't brute force your way into another persons RP.
Approaching with a conversation starter is fine, or indeed some other small action. However charging in, guns blazing and disrupting the flow of another person/pair/groups conversation/arc is about as rude as doing so in real life. If something is going on that you'd like to participate in, be subtle about it. Put out a gentle hook for someone to take, but again, be aware that said hook may not be taken. If you fear it was simply unnoticed, PM the person or people it concerns. Or even leave a message in the OOC forums.

3. Good grammar and spelling is preferred.
We're not asking you to be perfect, but please at least demonstrate willingness. no1 iz gna tak u srsly usng txt spk. There's a wide variety of people here, many who speak English as a second, or even third language. There are even some with varying degrees of dyslexia and/or likely other issues that affect spelling/grammar. We accept them all here. However, people who aren't accepted, are those unwilling to accept polite correction. Remember that even a small thing like the placement of a comma, or the wrong use of there/their/they're can completely change the definition of an entire sentence.

4. Accept constructive criticism gracefully and politely.
If someone spots an issue with your writings, they may wish to help you improve that writing. They may do this through PM or even publicly air their thoughts on the OOC forum. If they have taken the time to be polite and explain what is wrong with your writing, the best way to behave is to respond in kind, using the same manner they have approached you with. It means they have taken an active interest in what you have written and wish to see more. Basically, you have a fan!

5. Don't take the actions or opinions of things done IN RP, to be directly relevant to the writers thoughts or opinions.
Basically, if some ones character calls your character a jackass, it doesn't mean the writer thinks you are a jackass. It's a ROLE they are PLAYING. Watch a movie. The argument between the characters isn't an argument between the actors involved. The same applies here.

6. It's not a popularity contest.
Your RP might be bustling with participants. You have 3 people off station in a fire fight, while another 2 are infiltrating the darkest areas of the station, meanwhile a group of 4 others are tracking your movements in an effort to stop you. Good for you, I'm sure it will be a thrilling read! But you know what? Sometimes the absolute BEST work, comes from two RP characters having a simple heart to heart. Both are valid, both are great, but NEITHER is categorically better than the other. Period.


Inara RP Etiquette:

1. Respect the setting and rules of the universe.
Inara is an Elite: Dangerous 3rd Party Tool. The RP Forums are set in the Elite: Dangerous universe. Elite: Dangerous has rules, as any fictional universe does from Lord of the Rings to Star Wars, or Game of Thrones to Star Trek. If you intend to RP within the Elite: Dangerous universe you are bound by the history and rules of that universe. Simply put, this RP forum is bound by the same rules as the game, so if it can't be done in the game, it is not permitted here. This applies to things from a 50Ly Jump Range on a normal, unmodified Sidewinder, to the destruction of entire stations.

2. Respect the characters created by others.
We have a wide variety of characters already here. It's expected that some will be similar, just as it's expected that two characters will be vastly different. Opinions of each persons character will naturally be varied, but all are valid provided they follow the rules of the universe. You are allowed to interact with, or avoid interaction with, any character in the RP forums. But you have no right to belittle others for their creation. You are not an authority figure on writing, nor are you directly affected by another persons imagination. You might not like it, but you MUST respect it.

3. Be caught up on current events before joining in.
You need basic things like character descriptions in order to interact with them. You also need to know what's going on in the surrounding areas. This is simply because the people you are hoping to RP with, might be gearing up to something that you might not want to be part of. Or simply that the most recent post, out of context, could leave a different impression on the goings on than if you gather that context. We don't expect you to read every single post from the beginning of the forums, just enough to get that basic understanding.

4. Either subscribe to, or frequently check, the Roleplay: Q&A and OOC forum.
People may be discussing something relevant to you there, or even discussing you directly. Perhaps someone asked what the general consensus on the existence or non-existence of a certain object. Or we're just chatting about random gibberish. Either way, be aware of it and use it. If you're unsure about something, such as how guns would look and or behave, or even the music selection, use the OOC forum to ask. We don't have all of the answers, but the collective knowledge and logic usually allows us to overcome an issue and come to a decision on what should be allowed. Frontier Developments, and even David Braben himself, don't have the answers to every possible question that can be asked.

5. Large Scale events exploding out of nowhere are a complete no go.
We get it. Everyone wants their character to be noticed and for people to be tripping over themselves to interact with them. In some audiences, an introduction involving you blasting in for landing in a fiery wreckage of a ship, before cart wheeling out and sword fighting 35 Ninjas before whisking off with the local celebrity for a glorious night of passion, is in fact, cool. This is not one of those audiences. It is generally considered better to build your character up slowly over time. Eventually, you might even have a legitimate excuse to fight those Ninjas. Maybe even with other RP participants by your side.

6. Perfect characters are boring.
The point of a character arc, is that it is in fact, an arc shape. One who is morally unquestionable, fully kitted out and an infinite fountain of knowledge, cannot go through an arc. Give your character flaws. Be it a tendency towards befriending the wrong people, or a bad knee that frequently gives out at inopportune moments. It gives readers something to latch onto and empathise with. You can give your character exceptional capabilities at something, but it requires balance. She's a damn good pilot with no equal, but can't drive an SRV for peanuts. It can lead to some very interesting moments between characters, be it heartfelt or comedic.


Other Notes:
It should be noted that there can be exceptions to these points. For example, good grammar when a character is speaking is actually rare. Few people in real life actually speak with perfect eloquence after all. Or previously arranged actions during a fight scene, such as someone stumbling back after a punch. What's key to remember is context.

All in all, remember this is purely for fun. We have some seriously talented writers here, and others whose writing history starts and ends at high school. But many are willing to help out in whatever way they can. All it takes is that you ask nicely.

Also keep in mind that many people who RP here, also have logbook stories related to the character, or characters, they portray. If it looks like there's an "in joke" going on that you're unsure of, it's probably in those.

In fact, some users have even gone to the trouble of creating "alts" to RP with. If you read back far enough, it's usually pretty clear who has and hasn't, and which ones are the "alts". It's therefore not unheard of to see the apparent seizing of control of other characters. If you do spot one, point it out in the OOC section. If intervention is needed, it will be sorted quickly and (hopefully) politely.

Most, if not all RP participants here have Logbook stories pertaining to their character(s). These are for the reading pleasure of anyone who wishes to do so. While it can be useful to read them in order to gain a bit of backstory on a character you wish to interact with, it should not be assumed that your character shares that knowledge. Within the E:D Universe, these Logbooks either don't exist, or are private diaries kept by the characters. Either way, without explicit statements to say otherwise from the writer, your interactions should reflect that your character is in the dark about any information you, the writer/reader, have gained from reading the stories.
12 Jan 2016, 10:21am
CMDR AreZee enters the infamous INGABA and slowly walks to the counter. He is still in a good mood, because he is returning from a long trip to the exploited system Cubeo, where he was doing some charity work. It was quite an investment to aid the poor and starving folk there, but his selfless act was honored with the glorious rank of Duke in the Imperial Navy recently. One might think he had all reason to celebrate, but he is known for being an eccentric man and especially for keeping a reasonable distance to places like the INGABA ...

AreZee:"Greetings, I would like to have some coffee. I hope you got some?"
Barkeeper:"Uhm..." (the barkeeper was distracted from the rather unusual dressed appearance standing in front of him) "... we got a fresh batch of delivery from Goman. You know of the Goman Yaupon Coffee, there?"
AreZee:"Never heard of it, no. I'll give it a try. Bring me a cup to that table over there, I'll sit down."
Barkeeper:"Sure, Mister..."
AreZee:"... Zacharias, I'm Mister Zacharias" (AreZee said while heading to an empty table nearby)

Rob Zacharias takes a seat at the next table and reaches for his small pocket computer. He wants to browse through the local GalNet news to look for any reports about the grave economic situation in the starsystem Cubeo. Maybe his recent activity was published, but he doubts that. From time to time he raises his head to make a brief look across the room at other patrons in the bar.


Last edit: 19 Jan 2016, 9:35am
13 Jan 2016, 4:46pm
CMDR Ryan walks into the bar. He finds a good seat near the side. Somewhere he can keep an eye on everything happening around him and on the front door. But not too far from the door in case a quick exit was necessary. He calls over the service bot.
"What kind of beers have you got on tap?"
The bot recites the list of what they have available. None of it sounds any good.
"Just give me a pint of that stout. Thanks."
He takes a look around the bar. Trying to see if anyone has taken too much of an interest in his arrival. No one seems to be paying him much attention. Good. That means no one here is likely to try and cash in on the bounties on his head. He's going to have to lay low in this station for a few days while his Asp is getting repaired. He'd cooked many of the internal systems on his ship using silent running trying to get away from the Feds. He only had 4 heat sinks available and the Feds trying to stop him were relentless. Hopefully the extra credits he'd bribed the docks engineer with would expedite the repairs. But time would tell.....
13 Jan 2016, 8:41pm
Almost five minutes passed until the barkeeper brought the coffee to the table where AreZee was sitting. Meanwhile another person entered the bar, but nobody paid him much attention at first. AreZee however had the feeling he had seen the person before. Still working on his datapad he looked up the photos of the recent gathering in Synteini, where supporters of Senator Zemina Torval met. Yes, he was right! It was CMDR Ryan256. A quick search on the GalNet Network confirmed it, but that led to another clue: CMDR Ryan256 had a bounty on his head and the Feds were after him.

AreZee heads over to CMDR Ryan256 and sits down with his coffee in his hand.

AreZee:
(with lowered voice) "Greetings, I don't want to bother you with my direct approach, but I might have seen you recently at Synteini, right? I'm Rob Zacharias, but you can call me AreZee ... (AreZee takes a sip of his coffee) ... I tend to believe you are a supporter of our lovely Senator Zemina Torval, is that right too? I did a search on GalNet and saw you have a bounty on your head ... I guess it won't take too long that someone else here tracks you down, considering I only took two minutes for that ... (AreZee leans in to Ryan256) I'm not to shabby when it comes down to help people who support our Senator, if you know what I mean ... What do you say?"


Last edit: 19 Jan 2016, 9:33am
15 Jan 2016, 12:02am
       It's been several days since Smaotønk left the bar with the help of a stranger, Jo`Baccaroo.
His brand new Type 6 transporter enters the station in stealth mode. His warrant is still pending.
The craft docks at its site; he immediately takes off the pilot's uniform and wears his trainers. Then hovers towards the lift which will lead him to the zero gravity Badminton Court at the center of the station. It's been almost a week on the pilot's seat and his bones are  aching.
After squashing and jumping around for 30 minutes he returns to the ship and wears his casual trousers and jacket.

Inside the bar, moderately crowded, he sits at the table next to the handsome pilot with the sunglasses. He twirls his fingers in the air to attract the floating serving bot and orders some HR 571 soda, fizzy and refreshing. After sipping a couple of times he walks to the barman, Samuel (?) and greets him with a smile.

   
                                - Commander Smaotønk, howdy! wasn't it a week ago I last saw you here?
                                Man, I have to tell you, you looked really miserable. What happened to you?
                                - I had a really bad time. My ship was destroyed and I couldn't collect the insurance. But it's ok now, things are fixed. How 'bout you?
                                - well, I'm taking a leave from the job for at least a couple of months. It's been good money but I missed family and the gardens of LTT 874. I go dip my bones to real gravity for a while. I need to boost my blood condition and smell some ocean.
                                - Lucky you brother. Enjoy some real food there!
                                not much of a gossip around?
                                -ahh, you know... those Zachary Hudson stories but who's to tell what is and what's not. There's so many others in the Galaxy to care. Cheers Smaotønk!

        he returns to his seat and reads the headlines on his smartwatch while drinking  some more HR 571soda


Last edit: 15 Jan 2016, 12:32am
15 Jan 2016, 4:48pm
CMDR Ryan sits back to get more comfortable in his seat. He'd love to be able to relax more. But when you do that trouble has a way of sneaking up behind you. The service bot returns with is beer. Ugh! Tastes like the guy who brewed it was also working on a power distributor at the same time and didn't bother washing his hands. Just then someone else walks over and sits down near him.
"Oh crap... here we go" he thinks. His thoughts immediately go to the concealed weapon he was carrying. He was hoping he wouldn't need it. It had some very desirable properties but also had 2 very undesirable ones. It was very easy to conceal and hard to detect. Only the newest security scanners in fed space could pick it up. It was nearly silent when fired, not that that mattered much. And it was also highly effective. However because of these it was also highly illegal. Even in Imperial space if you got caught with one and weren't a high ranking noble who knew the right people, you were in trouble. It was also very... very... messy. As in clean pieces of the poor guy off the ceiling.. messy.
But neither this guy's accent, garb, or mannerisms said 'Federal Agent'. So Ryan relaxed a little, but not much. Wouldn't be the first time an imperial merc hard tried to cash in on him. After listening to him speak Ryan responded.

Ryan: "Couldn't say... it's been a long time since I was in that system."
He sips his beer again. Ugh..... if only he could find someone to smuggle a keg of some real Irish brew out of Sol for him.
"I'm a supporter of myself primarily... and those who don't shoot at me. Which means I tend to get along better with those loyal to the Empire. As for the dear senator her politics and policies enabled me to make a significant amount of credits running a T9 in some of her systems. And considering the troubles the Kumo Crew caused me and that she paid rather well for removing them from her systems I had no problems providing her with my services. Haven't been very active for her cause recently though and I'm afraid I may have fallen out of her good graces. But if you have a proposition.... I'm listening."


Last edit: 15 Jan 2016, 5:45pm
15 Jan 2016, 5:53pm
AreZee:
"Ah yeah, the good old Kumo Crew ... brought me quite some trouble on my trips to Synteini too. (AreZee joked)  My offer is to help out a like-minded person. The thing is I have to do some errands back in Apurui. So my proposal would be to either drop you along the way at a lesser known station than Citi Gateway here in Inara to hide or you can come with me along the way. Apurui is 300LY from here and I'd like to have some company along the way to talk to - I bet you have a story or two to tell if you ended up here with a bounty on your head. (AreZee chuckles) I'll go back to my table and finish my coffee in the next 20 min. If you want to come with me just leave the bar shortly afterwards and meet me at docking bay 09 - my Anaconda is waiting - no strings attached. That said this is a one way ticket, because I don't intend to come back here in the next couple of days.

AreZee stands up and walks back to his table where he sat before. On his way there he glances at another person with long hair and a rather uncommon looking eye-patch. He wonders if is a technical device or just the cover for an injured left eye. But the thought of it doesn't last long and he finishes his coffee. AreZee takes his mug, brings it to the counter and leaves the bar in the direction of landing pad 09.


Last edit: 19 Jan 2016, 9:33am
19 Jan 2016, 12:49am
CMDR Ryan watches CMDR AreZee leave. Not sure if he can trust him or not he weighs his options. He'd be a lot less likely to be found out in space than here in the station. But repairs to his Asp shouldn't take that long.... and what he's really waiting for is the Robigo cartel to wire him his credits for the... uh... 'jobs' he's completed. Should be a very hefty sum.
He finishes the rest of his beer, if that's what you can call this swill, and leaves the bar. He's careful to look over his shoulder to make sure that again, no one is paying him much attention. The next two days were very uncomfortable trying to avoid authorities. Carefully he makes his way back to the docks. Time to check on the repairs.


Last edit: 19 Jan 2016, 4:56am
19 Jan 2016, 7:45pm
Smaotønk sits and browses the news on his smartwatch while drinking HR 571soda.
He sees the bar  become less crowded. He stands up and walks towards the jukebox. Chooses a favourite ancient tune and swirls his NFC smartwatch in front of the jukebox as to complete the transaction.
Then, returns back to his corner, casts a cheerful smile to Lucy across the room and enjoys some more HR 571soda.


Last edit: 19 Jan 2016, 10:05pm
20 Jan 2016, 4:03am
CMDR Khronion sat at the bar, quietly eating and flipping through the latest news reports. Really, the same old, nothing to get excited over. He washed his food down (some 3D-printed emulation of fish and chips that resembled the original in appearance, if not taste) with a few sips of beer (likewise, similar in appearance, but an entirely different drink altogether save for the alcohol) and wiped his mouth.

A pleasant tune started playing in the background, and he nodded in approval to the commander who had just stepped up to the jukebox.

There was no rush to get back out to the rush of things quite yet, Khronion figured. He took another sip of his beer.
20 Jan 2016, 9:26pm
I set about to a quiet table at the back, an uniteresting looking waitress slurs at me:

"Wat'll be traveller?"

I peer my eyes up from my data pad, some interesting numbers have come in about a Cobra III, in starport. My wingmate added some notes, "She's quick but fragile." Seems spot on for what I want her for.

"Cidre, slightly warm no ice, thank you kindly."

No sooner than I am back to the data pad working out costs and an errant glass flies past my ear.

A green haired swarthy type is holding off a rather podgy man with those stupid round glasses balanced precariously on his nose, as they square off.

Just what I needed, a good opportunity to let off some steam, I pick up the nearest chair and crack it over one of the fat mans lackeys.

Well it is a bar, right?


Last edit: 20 Jan 2016, 10:11pm
21 Jan 2016, 12:29am
Smaotønk sees a commander sitting at the bar nooding at the rhythm of the song playing. He waits until the comander has his 3D printed fish and chips served, takes the glass of his soda and walks to the bar.

Smaotønk"Pardon me commander, I hope I'm not disturbing your peace of mind. Could it be that I haven't seen you before in Ingaba? I'm Smaotønk from 39 Tauri, Aldebaran."

He hands his glass to the barman who fills it with some fresh 571soda.


Smaotønk"I often come here as it is a perfectly convenient station right in the middle of my trade route. There's often interesting people to meet and hear all sorts of stories from every single corner of the galaxy.
I am also a devoted athlete of dart shooting, so if you please, don't hesitate to compete a round against me for a mere 50Cr. "


Meanwhile, some other commander in an almost glowing, eccentric, peach-coloured Imperial outfit, walks and sits at a table at the back of the lounge. At the same moment some sort of fuss is going on between some habitués. The stranger in the peach-coloured suit seems to join the trouble.


Last edit: 21 Jan 2016, 7:57pm
21 Jan 2016, 1:07am
I've never been one to stop by the establishments on the stations I pass through. A callback to my military days, always mission oriented. I guess now is as good a time as any. Let's see what's in this place, the Ingaba. I could grab a bite to...

A bar fight.

Y'know, I think I have some rations still left on my ship...


Last edit: 21 Jan 2016, 7:45pm
21 Jan 2016, 4:15am
Khronion nods. "Pleased to meet you, Commander Smaotønk. Commander Khronion, or Khron if that suits you better." He pauses to take another bite of synthetic fish. "Haven't had my wings for all that long."

He flinches as a plate flies by his head, no doubt from the developing altercation. "I'm still wandering the bubble, doing odd jobs as I pass from system to system. Got my start trafficking data, but eventually upgraded to some bigger guns after I had a few close calls. Been doing a lot of enforcer work as of late. The deck crew hates my guts for the amount of shrapnel they keep extracting from my hull."

He takes another bite of his food. Somehow, synthetic fish tastes more real than synthetic potato, though it had been some years since the last time Khron had eaten real fish and chips. "I'll take you up on that game of darts, commander."
23 Jan 2016, 3:40am
Cmdr T.Legend takes a seat in a small dark corner of the INGABA, his eyes hidden behind a pristine set of antique aviators from the late 20th century, a family heirloom. One hand, his right is placed upon the table next to his drink, a medium dry martini, incredibly rare in this day and age, his left was upon his hip, gently resting upon the holster of his sidearm, another artefact of the previous millennia; a beautifully restored .357 caliber magnum, silver plated with a hand carved wooden grip, fully loaded and cocked.

His ship, the outlaw star II, is currently in dry dock for repairs and refitting.
Carefully, he watches everyone who comes and goes, his hand never leaving his hip.
01 Feb 2016, 4:15am
Another bar, another day. This one one in the Catarites system. Wearily, Cmdr Draxx Dubenhock sits in a booth. Smoke rises from a fine cigar. Not one of the local ones, but one from the Emperors own collection on Facece. Liberated while on his last visit, the smoky aroma fills the air and a gentle blue wisp of smoke rises. After the bar bot brings him his Black & Tan, he slowly savors the taste.

It's been awhile since he's tasted a drink like this but yet, it oddly seems....lacking. The dark beer is never dark enough. Not dark enough to match the mood that has set in. Boredom. Boredom of the fight for the Empire, boredom of the incessant jumps from station to station to make a profit. Boredom from the same old. The wanderlust has set in. The bubble has gotten small. Too small. Time to go somewhere. Anywhere but here.

Draxx opens his portable navcomp and begins looking. 3 Pints later, the cigar is a burnt out husk and a gleam is in his eye. NGC 7822. Far enough to shake the cobwebs out yet mysterious enough that the wanderlust will be satiated. Time to load up. Time to fuel up. But first, time for a few more drinks. NGC 7822 isn't going anywhere and the Empire can survive without him for awhile.

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