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.
05 Nov 2024, 6:31pm
A loud bang echoing through the structure interrupted the proceedings at play in the room ahead, as I’d taken the opportunity of the exchange between my companion and that Azimuth moron to line up a shot from further behind, just out of sight, precisely aimed past her and into the man’s chest, tearing through it and exiting with an impressively gory display, carrying enough force to pull him off the ground despite magnetic boot contact, and into the wall behind.

Satisfied, not quite without a smile, I began moving through the corridor as well, looking to at least try to provide some support with the remaining guards.
yesterday, 10:47am
Vasil Vasilescu The Umbrella had been waiting at the hold point for ten minutes before flight control re-opened the channel. “Umbrella you are cleared for landing on pad 27. You have six hours to make your damage assessment. You are restricted to blue zones while on station.”

“See,” Vasil said to Maul. “Sometimes these things work out.”


"Shit, at least we're catching a break somewhere." Maul responded, inhaling sharply from the pain as he sat up straight. "Ya know, besides my fuckin' ribs."

Once on pad 27 and securely within the hangar, Maul took a moment to flip through a holo panel to look at the condition of the Umbrella's modules.

"Oof, looking real bad Cap'n. Truly devastating. Not sure how we'll ever financially recover from this. " He said sarcastically as he waved the panel away and stood from his seat. "Reckon that's enough accessing, huh?"


***



While leaving the hangar, the two of them were stopped by what appeared to be station security, but unlike any Maul had ever encountered.

"Leaving rather quickly, gentleman. How's the damage?"

Maul glanced at Vasil before taking a swing at bullshitting his way through the conversation.

"Not as bad as we'd thought. Though, a slew of things did get slammed pretty hard, the power plant caught the worst of it. Gonna have to get that sorted right quick before getting back on the trail."

The guard, who was actually one of Palmer's agents narrowed his eyes.

"Looks like you took quite the beating yourself."

"Yep, faulty maglock in these old remlok's. Cap rolled to avoid a missile strike while I was beelining for the crew seat to assist. Instead, I went flying into the coffee machine. Took a bad lick." Maul dropped his head in faux shame for a moment and then looked back up at the man. "But if you'll excuse us, Cap here wanted to grab a bite while making a few calls to see about moving some credits around to cover repair costs."

After allowing Maul and Vasil to pass. The agent waited for them to be out of earshot and enabled his comms.

"Alpha to Bravo, targets are on the move. Eyes peeled. Over" He then clicked a switch on his wrist computer to switch comm channels. "Alpha to Command, sending passive target scan data for further eval. Over."

"Roger Alpha, running data against PDB database for cross reference, please stand by for any further details."


***



Top Trumps was loud, colorful, tasteless and the perfect spot to hide in plain sight on a station like this but also a strange spot for Willow to choose to meet at.

"Well," Maul said to Vasil as he shrugged and took a quick look around the room at the dozens of nearly nude dudes and the sufficiently clothed clientele. "not exactly a place I could see Willow entering willfully. Coming here? Must have been real desperate."

A client walked by and gave a dirty look as he bumped into Maul's injured shoulder causing him to curse under his breath.

"shitfuckdamnit...Oh no, I don't think people who come here are desperate I was talking about our fr..." The man proceeded without ever turning back around to face Maul. "...ah never mind."
yesterday, 4:52pm
“There’s a couple of seats at the bar,” said Vasil over the music. “Let’s grab a drink.”

The bar was towards the back of the place, away from the DJ and the stage, and illuminated by LED neons that washed the bar in a purplish light. The largest and most elaborate of them was a red and blue true neon Top Trumps sign with the T in Trumps blinking off and on along with a pair of Aces.

It was not as brain-thumpingly loud by the bar, though to be heard clearly without raising the voice, or to ensure no one else heard what was being said, a person had to get closer to whomever they were talking to. In establishments like this, that is how most of the initial business negotiations took place. Final negotiations occurred once the parties retired to a more private, VIP setting to seal the deal.

After ordering a bourbon with a beer chaser, Vasil looked over the place with its stage like an island of light in a sea of dimly lit booths.

“You never can tell about people,” said Vasil to Maul. “Maybe our willowy engineer did not come here looking to hide. What if she is a secret dominatrix, shy by day, sadist by night. Hell, perhaps the trouble she’s in is that she ignored someone’s safe word and the dungeon master is looking for her. After all, protocol must be followed."
yesterday, 9:22pm
Vasil Vasilescu“You never can tell about people,” said Vasil to Maul. “Maybe our willowy engineer did not come here looking to hide. What if she is a secret dominatrix, shy by day, sadist by night. Hell, perhaps the trouble she’s in is that she ignored someone’s safe word and the dungeon master is looking for her. After all, protocol must be followed."

That was them. He was told to look out for guys with beards, one with a buzzcut growing out, and an older dude with tidy salt'n'pepper hair. The girl had said the older guy maybe going for the shabby chic look, while the younger one was naturally shabby.

Stroking his styled dark hair, and checking himself in the mirror, Fal put his best but it's gonna take a lot of credits smile on.

"Guys guys" he said turning his hands out as he approached the pair. "I know just what your looking for"

He snaked his arm around Mauls shoulders "Taking big bro for a great night out after the divorce? What a guy"

Fal's free hand lightly punched Mauls arm as two women in tight dresses slinked up behind the, human resources manager.

"So, why don't you buy Shantel and Bambi here a drink, and I try real hard to remember what I was supposed to do when I saw you guys"

Sitting down at the bar, Fal put on a gee wizz, I just go so much on my mind face, while Shantel and Bambi introduced themselves to Vasil and Maul.


Last edit: 06 Nov 2024, 9:31pm
yesterday, 10:13pm
Maul looked Shantel and Bambi up and down, then focused on the man between them again. He was used to dealing with people like Fal. He was people like Fal. Another drip off the slimy underbelly of the galaxy. Every drip made a different splash but they all spoke the same language; Credits. Maul halted his messy mental metaphors and began to rustle a few credit chips out of his ripped hoodie pocket, tossing them onto the bar.

"20k creds. 10k on each." Maul said, sliding them toward Fal. "That's credits, not civvy micro creds either. Should buy Shantel and Bambi plenty of drinks, don't you think? Mister....sorry, didn't catch your name."
yesterday, 10:37pm
Maul Montresor"20k creds. 10k on each." Maul said, sliding them toward Fal. "That's credits, not civvy micro creds either. Should buy Shantel and Bambi plenty of drinks, don't you think? Mister....sorry, didn't catch your name."

"Buddy, will do, don't you think pal?"

Bambi and Shantel were real happy with their drinks, and made sure to show their new friends how happy they were. They knew these guys were not usual clients, all they had to do was take them to Symon's room where Willow was waiting, but when a big spender spends big for you its worth buttering that bred.

"So the girls are happy, but what's in it for your wingman pal? You expect me to sit here at the bar hight and dry while you get down and dirty?"


Last edit: 06 Nov 2024, 11:02pm
yesterday, 11:23pm
Vasil recognized Fal’s forced smile and overly friendly tone immediately. Fal was trying to sell something by approaching Vasil and Maul like a stereotypical used gravcar salesman suckers. The two cars in this case may have been well used by previous owners, but looked to be in fantastic shape.

Vasil at first thought it was the start of a typical transaction for a place like this, an attempt to secure temporary work for Bambi and Shantel. That was, until Fal mentioned he could not remember what he was supposed to do when meeting Vasil and Maul.

It was a not-so-subtle hint that this was far from a chance encounter, and that negotiations were now open to convince Fal to do what he was asked when finding Vasil and Maul. Vasil was about to take a subtle approach when Maul opened the negotiations in as direct a manner as possible and seemed to resolve the negotiation with little effort.

However, Fal's unsubtle play for more money irritated the hell out of Vasil. Even so, he addressed Fal in a professional and polite manner. The kind of professional and polite manner that says, ‘I have a shit ton of money, and you are risking not getting any more of it in the future if you piss me off'

"Well, Mr. Buddy,” Vasil said to Fal as if that was Fal’s actual name, “Given the usual commission structure for securing temporary work of this nature, I am sure you will find a way to carve out some drinks for yourself.”

Vasil drained his bourbon. “I’d be willing to bet that this is likely one of the easiest and larger contracts to pass through this temp work office.” Standing, he slipped an arm around Bambi’s waist. “It would be a shame if these ladies missed out on future contracts with us all because of some administrative fees. After all, even the port authority waived our fees when we landed here an hour ago.” That last part was a half truth, insinuating they were important enough to be given landing clearance on a station that rarely granted such a thing.

"Now, if you will excuse us, I believe Bambi and Shantel were about to give us a tour." He smiled politely to Fal, nodded, and without waiting for an answer, started to guide Bambi away from the bar.
today, 12:08am
Maul, following Vasil's lead, stood up from the bar and threw an arm over Shantel's shoulder. "Let's get one thing straight Buddy, I'm not your pal. 'Sides, like my partner said, I believe that's plenty enough creds to jog your memory. Would de a real damn shame if you were the sole reason that we'd have to start making a ruckus within the confines of this lovely establishment. Running off clientele, causing these wonderful employees and yourself to lose out on the steady cred flow. Yep, would be just terrible."

Maul used his available hand to slide the credit sticks closer to Fal and leaned down closer to him. Blood was starting to seep slightly through bandage on his head. "But boy do I ever love to make a fuckin' ruckus."
today, 10:17am
Fal beckoned at a girl behind the bar for a drink. The guys had made their choice, it was a dumb choice as far as he could tell, but whatever. He'd been paid well, and the girl in the room had dropped plenty of credits on her host too. It was the threats that ground Fal's gears.

"Oh boy, you sure told me guy" Called Fal "I can feel my conscience growing back. Have fun doing what ever" he said turning back to the bar, getting his pad from inside his sports coat.

He shot a message to his guy with Willow "Damn straight I don't want trouble in my bar, so I'll wait till you pricks leave" he said under his breath as he sent the message.

Bambi and Shantel slowly lead Maul and Vasil out of the bar, and across to a long apartment block playing the affectionate hostess all the way. The housekeeping staff did more than a passable job of keeping the place presentable, but the cheap air freshener was fighting a loosing battel against the smell of of excited or nervous people doing hot wet things on and hourly rate.

The sound proofing could have done with some work too. On the way to the elevator, plenty of cries moans, and fleshy organic sounds escaped from the rooms they were passing. It was the same story at the door the party stopped at.

"You ready for all this?" asked a man's voice from inside.

Willows soft whisper-like voice answered "Like, bring it. I can take it"

"Oh you asked for it, bitch" then one of the girls pressed the rooms com.

There was the sound of people hurriedly moving, then silence from inside.

"It's Bambi, I got the guys you wanted here" said the girl holding the com button.

There was a click, and the door slid open. In the small room, a half-naked guy was sitting in a large padded chair with its back to the door. His tanned face was showing over the top with narrow dark eyes surveying the party at the door. Willow, fully clothed, was sat on the large bed with a power-link in her hand humming in overcharge mode.

Her hair was up in a towel, and her face was no longer its signature alabaster white. She was instead looking like the sort of girl that always took her time doing her makeup before going out.

"Oh, hey guys" she said with a relived smile, turning off the Power Link.

On the bed, the sounds and flashing graphics of Mashin-Mechs played on her pad.

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