Elite roleplay: Off station

OFF STATION

Your ship, deep space, anything that is not happening inside the Citi Gateway or 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.
28 Feb 2024, 10:14am
"Ow... Owowow, sorry. I, kind of, started speaking and it appeared to be a ball of yarn, one event pulling another one happened afterwards, and it's... Difficult to separate things without losing their initial meaning. I'm not, exactly, a skilled words through mouth speaker", I replied in apologetic tone, automatically placing both palms on my chest.

"Like, I could repeat something or whatever. No worries. And... Do you want me to give you some of my tea, or you have another box of juice somewhere in the fridge?"

"Anyway... I've no idea where to meet Silvia now if that's even possible. I don't even know if she's alive or not, though both of them know how to stay alive, maybe only if using different methods."
28 Feb 2024, 10:25am
“I think… fruit juice is good. Orange. For now. It is usually what I drink, when not water.”

I picked up more noodles to put into my mouth. Then added a bunch of cheese, when I saw they were insufficiently covered for my liking. They were beginning to cool down a little, but I was almost done with them anyway. And beginning to feel quite full, if not just about overfilled already. I spoke once my mouth was clear again.

“Do you think she could be in that… bar place, maybe? But I will remember, what you said. Just need time to work through it. I think. Maybe the implant holds on to it if I think it is important enough, when hearing it.”

I paused for a moment, trying to pick a little bit of meat that got stuck between two teeth out with my tongue.

“And if anyone bothers me… I can just kick them. I don’t have as much mobility… but enough for that.”
28 Feb 2024, 12:57pm
"Yeah, sure," I got up from the floor and made my way to the fridge, to find a box of orange juice stored there. Seemingly, fruit juices were Kasumi's favourite so she had many of those colourful boxes stacked. Placing one next to her, I returned to the classic sitting on the floor scenario since, apparently, she didn't exactly like looking at me standing.

"Ah, I don't think anyone should place any hopes on meeting people in that bar anymore. You can try, but I'm totally convinced it's devoid of life now," I replied while moving to the fridge and back, "Ran by androids, with bartender one being dust-covered. Shame, kind of. Not the worst vanilla coffee in the galaxy."

"Yeah, I know, you don't like coffee, phah", and I slid on the floor again, leaning on the wall.

"Like, I can't stop you, I can't control you, and neither of those are things I usually do. Yet it might be a waste of time, if... If you want to meet her, and nothing more. But maybe it could reactivate some of your memories."

"But, yeah, be advised, not too long ago it was a place where people go to show they're better armed than the guy standing next to them. Or at least more creative with filling their pockets with all kinds of fancy shit that makes a random bar fight break several armed conflict conventions making them look more like suggestions. With, occasionally, an option to have a drink. I think I've heard that a simple glass of whiskey took one guy three or four visits."

"Anyway, yep, kicking, kicking is what I like too... But you may have guessed it already, phah."
28 Feb 2024, 1:14pm
“Thanks.”

I poured out another glass of the juice. And put down more than half of it in one go.

“And… maybe, if that bar was so bad, someone should fix things there. Instead of just letting it get worse. But if I go there… I will just look around. And only carry what I need to defend myself.”

I put the last spoonful of noodles into my mouth, then, when it was on its way down into my stomach, I scraped the last few interesting bits off the plate. And when that was done… I let out a satisfied sound and leaned back on the seat, while letting my arms hang, my breast shifting a little due to the sudden, unrestrained backward movement.
28 Feb 2024, 1:28pm
"Well... That sounds noble. Sadly, this world is full of arseholes and it's impossible to stop them from being arseholes, coming into the bar to point or straight away shoot guns at people..." I made a pause with a quiet exhale, "Like, restoring the peace might not be a problem, because, if the place is devoid of people, there's nobody to start shooting or lobbing grenades and no targets to do so. Yet, restoring the popularity and the reputation... Uh."

"You know, I may help you, from time to time, when I have said time free. This wasn't such a hopeless dingy place like three years ago. Maybe it still has some chance left. I don't know what to do to restore a bar though..."

"And yeah, almost forgotten," I pointed a finger upwards, "The system was hit hard by Thargoids. The entire system population may be evacuated at the moment. Or, more correctly, what's left of it. The station itself tried to keep low-key functioning without attracting attention, but, eventually, everyone left. And that Willow girl... Slender, short and wearing everything black. She was from the maintenance crews. Or at least working with them."
28 Feb 2024, 2:05pm
“I guess …” I hesitated to say it, because I didn’t view the subject fondly. At all. “Maybe… it could get better when the Titans go. Go away. But… I don’t know.”

I shook my head. Not a subject I could speak to when I hated the idea so much. Instead, my mind diverted its attention to rubbing that nice, and a bit overfilled, belly. It somehow always ended up overfilled when I was done eating, for a while now. I let out another satisfied sigh and leaned into the seat even further, kind of getting tempted to go and be lazy on a couch, while taking up an unreasonable amount of its space with my body, and do my best to cross my legs at the knees. Or to push myself into one of the soft single seaters. I got an odd enjoyment out of making my body force them into submission, with its lower rear part.

“This… Willow… seems kind of familiar. Another of the vague figures I saw?”

And also associated with some not so positive emotions.
28 Feb 2024, 5:31pm
"Hmmm...", I lowered my head and went into my thoughts. "There was an ammonia gas giant around so they kind of wanted that system. Why couldn't they just build a neat fuel-and-nursery-station without killing thousands and forcing millions to leave their homes? Civilians, non-combatants? Rhetorical. As well as in any other system like that one. That's why I can't see myself putting that uniform in a closet in the near future."

"Anyway... Uhhh...", a long-drawn exhale indicated the difficulty of that particular topic. "Yeah, I see your dilemma when those topics are raised. But, I'm a military, not a xenophobe."

I pulled the tea bottle out of my pocket: thankfully, they were somewhat insulated so the tea remained just a little bit above the freezing point, and that was awesome.

"And, Willow, quite an enigmatic person. Slim, pale, short, shy, likes to wear black... Everything. Just like you. So you, kind of, tried to get along, maybe noticing at least those similarities. But some kind of a weird mess kept happening again and again, so Willow kept cutting conversations short and running away. I can't say exactly why because I saw those things only in the corner of my eye, and I didn't know you both back then."

"What's more interesting though," I chuckled quietly here, "Is her job. Apart from doing something teamed up with station techs, she's, kind of... A mortician in a family business, with the main line of her family business being salvaging. So, she does salvaging too. A specific part of it. And she really likes it, yet, within the 'healthy' range, not being like obsessed with dead people. At least I haven't seen any clues. But I liked what she told me, she tries to keep a bit of dignity and respect in our friggin meat grinder of a world."

"Also, she helped us too, in that Silvia-related mess, installing some tricky scanning equipment on our ships so that we could locate her better. As far as I remember. So, yeah, a peculiar kind of person, not someone who you could possibly meet every random day."

"I say you, that Inara Bar wasn't so awful, some interesting folks to find and chat with, if not for the arseholes who picked fights again and again."


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28 Feb 2024, 8:11pm
“Then… maybe we should try to get it back. Who will be stupid enough to start a fight if you are there?”

It was an optimistic view, maybe even a little naïve… but it didn’t feel right to just write it off because it went bad for a while.

“And… I didn’t mean… your, system. But this one, where that ‘bar’ is. To make it safe again if the Titans go away.”

I somehow still hated myself inside for even bringing up the idea of the Titans. Because it felt like they were not going to “leave” unless they were destroyed. And I despised the idea of them getting destroyed. It would not make things better in the long run.
28 Feb 2024, 8:56pm
Something inside me started giving me even more hints that this particular topic wasn't exactly easy for her, just by the way she spoke, but for some reason she wanted, or needed to stick to it. Maybe it was a mistake, maybe not.

"Yeah, I meant Inara. The system with the bar. It had, like, lots of ground settlements and orbitals, everything's damaged and desolated now, as far as the latest information goes," I shrugged, "I wasn't there when the system fell, I don't know, maybe there were some major fights, maybe it had been just... given up."

"And I can't be there forever, or often. I have, like, ten wings to spread around on patrols, and a bunch of trainees on top of that. And more than ten wings of the local resistance forces to cooperate with. Inara is way off my, our, zone of responsibility."

I finished off my last bottle of tea, gladly noticing that now I have more than enough water... On top of the basic pleasure of drinking something tasty and refreshing of course. Empty bottle went to the side pocket to be thrown into the recycler later, and a couple seconds of silence marked a slight change in my, to say, thinking direction.

"But, that idea of yours, it sounds... Right. And maybe you really should visit this place now to pick up more memories. If you aren't in a haste and can afford a detour. I doubt it's reduced to absolute scraps, maybe the station itself isn't such a good place to stay and you'd better keep your suit on, your shields up and your flashlight shining... Or maybe it's in an operational state even, just empty. But, no people means no arseholes too. So that you could roam around and listen to what your memories tell you."
28 Feb 2024, 9:33pm
"I don't want to visit a graveyard. Or a place that feels like one. How would it help me get memories back?"

I shook my head. This was not encouraging me in the slightest.

"Maybe I will just send messages to those people. But I don't know if I want to sent something to someone I don't remember. And I have... other things, to worry about."

A sigh escaped my lips. I remained quiet for a few seconds, then lifted my shirt to get better access to the belly for rubs, revealing how it looked a bit round when it was nicely filled up with food. Then... the hands came back out from underneath the shirt and began to gently cup and 'probe' the breasts from underneath, in somewhat innocent manner, and enjoyment, making me smile, with my mouth slightly open... both at the sensation, and the downward view which was normally just the feet getting blocked out entirely, but now had hip and thigh material clearly visible to the sides too.
28 Feb 2024, 9:55pm
"Hm," I scowled for a moment. "You may be right. This place may be a graveyard now and there's nothing good about going there... At the moment."

"However... Look... You say you don't remember people. You also don't actually remember me. Or, at least, many of the things that connect us. But now, we talk to each other, and not in a way two strangers talk. Maybe you could, somehow... Explain them. That you're dealing with memory loss. So that, if they are interested in talking to you, in being friends with you, they could help you... With recollecting pieces related to them, personally."

I looked at Kasumi and her childishly-happy kind of behaviour. She's certainly a different person now, including her appearance, but, if she's happy with it, then I don't mind. And I can't, honestly, it's her life, not mine. I don't exactly fit the 'average standards' myself too.

"Anyway, you have a new life now. Almost. Yet, it counts as new. So, you can take only what you want with you."


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29 Feb 2024, 11:56am
I toyed with my big breast for a little while longer, before it started going from “It feels nice and it makes me happy” to the inappropriate level of sensation, which was definitely not something to be done in front of another person. I let my hands go down to my thighs and closed my eyes, leaning back as much as I could, eyes closed and the smile persisting. Then I answered, after a few more seconds.

“But I don’t know if I want to try. It… seems difficult. For some reason.”

I knew it was because I felt terribly shy and awkward about it, not only because I couldn’t remember, but I also hadn’t sent anything to those people for… months, at least. And I didn’t know how to put that into words, yet also couldn’t be sure it was obvious this was the problem, through my hesitation.

“And… maybe I do have something new. And I’d like to figure out what to… do with it. But it would be a lot easier to without this… this stupid war.”

The way I said those last three words indicated I really just - still - didn’t like this war and its bullshit at all. The next part of my statement was a little more hesitant.

“And… I’m not sure if it will. Even with those torpedoes. But not… because they might fail.”

In fact, I was fairly certain they would work, at least at first. What worried me was the Thargoid response, or something worse than them coming along because of “Nemesis”. And we didn’t want the Thargoids angry at us, in that case. Or even more angry, at least.
29 Feb 2024, 12:29pm
"Nah," I waved my hand low-key dismissively, "I don't think that stuffing Titans with torpedoes would be the end of hostilities. They will only get more angry at us, though figuring out that we're also capable of defending ourselves. On a level higher than ship combat."

"Sooo... Once, and if, those things are gone, many would celebrate. Many would return to their pre-war business, including stupid infighting in the first place. At least as I think... Yet, I'm not hanging the uniform."

Pausing for a little while, I blankly stared at the big matte black screen on the wall, which was turned off.

"As much as I hate this godsdamned war and want it to end now... I also don't want to invite a new wave of folks, many of which will perish soon, into the briefing room in a few decades with my speech starting with 'ah shit here we go again', you know."

I got up from the floor, slowly walked closer to the screen, and, leaning forward with my hands pressed against my knees, looked at my reflection, blurred to the point where it was just a big skin-toned blot surrounded by a jet-black blot which my hair was. For some reason, it felt mildly funny.

"Torpedoes may be effective here and now. But they won't end the war. Wars are being ended by overwhelming military power, total destruction, diplomacy, or one of the sides collapsing from within and withdrawing from the conflict. Hm... In theory, there is also the option of the civilian population from both sides collectively denouncing and abandoning their authorities along with the military, but that hadn't happened in history."

I stepped back from the screen, turned to Kasumi, who still could've seen me only with her peripheral vision maybe, from the position at the table, and shrugged, spreading my arms.

"You may see where this is leading. We can't muster an overwhelming strength, and the Thargoids exist way longer than we do, I doubt they're going to question their decision to attack us. If that was a decision at all, not an instinctive reaction of sorts. So... the torpedoes would only buy us time before the next full-scale war. Time which we should use wisely on inventing any means to prevent it from happening."
29 Feb 2024, 1:21pm
“But the Titans won’t just leave. You know that.”

Whether that was true, or not, I couldn’t actually know. But… it seemed unlikely this would do much more than really piss them off. I sighed.

“I would like for us to just talk. But instead, we just fight over and over, with bigger sticks. Like when people still lived in caves. And if the Thargoids come properly prepared… how would we even survive?”

Part of me suddenly wondered whether Ina had noticed my slightly different accent. Surely, if we had met before, and Seo hadn’t just said that thing about it being more balanced instead of mainly English, and it being nicer, to make me feel more comfortable. Yet I didn’t ask, given the more serious subject at hand.
29 Feb 2024, 1:33pm
"Uhhhh...", as if due to the sheer heaviness of these words, I slowly sat on the floor, in the middle of the room, with my legs crossed. "They won't just leave. I'm hoping for the best but preparing for the worst."

"I already had a talk about that with the person that's dear to me. If we lose, eventually, now or later, we might withdraw deeper to the uninhabited space and lay low. At least with the community that lives around our base, in the camp, at the moment. They were separated before, and they know how to live like that."

"But I really don't want it to happen, obviously. And that's what I was talking about... Better prepared Thargoids would meet better prepared us, and there would be even more civilian casualties. And my job is to protect people from the alien threat, not to kill Thargoids for the sake of it."

"So... The best case scenario, the scenario I want to see, is the torpedoes doing the thing, Titans retreating and scientists then inventing something to prevent the next war. And we will be there to make sure that random border clashes stay random border clashes while they do so. As it was before that fucknut Salvation fired his super pooper."

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