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.
23 Jul 2024, 11:29am
“Of, course, not.”, I replied, in a half-teasing, half-dry tone. “How, would you miss, this?”

I raised my arms, in a way to gesture at my quite enlarged curvature, then stood up.

“So, shall, we?”


Last edit: 23 Jul 2024, 11:38am
23 Jul 2024, 7:37pm
"Yes, let’s get started. I think I’ll schedule a meeting with the engineer and suggest he take a look at the Clipper, as it might benefit from an upgrade to the thrusters. It’s the perfect excuse to get close to him and chat about some other business.”

I started to head into the station, my boots echoing on the hard metal floor. After a few steps I paused, glancing over my shoulder to see if Kasumi was following.

“If memory serves, you mentioned the good professor has a keen interest in the Thargoids. Maybe we can use that to our advantage somehow."
23 Jul 2024, 7:44pm
"He, does.", I replied. "Said, before... big ships, arrived, we should, research them, more. Because, they are not 'mindless bugs'."

I had to prevent myself from spitting out the last two words, that much I hated them. Then added something in a lower tone, which also prompted me to shake my head after saying it.

"Which, everyone has forgotten, to do, the last, few months."

A sigh escaped my mouth.

"You, do talking. Think, you will, do it... better. Probably. Also, he may, recognize, me... though, I, was... not, very curvy, last visit."
23 Jul 2024, 8:00pm
“I’ll take care of the talking, but don’t expect me to be an expert on Thargoids… not exactly my area of fascination. Remember when I told you back on INARA that I’ve been pretty good at dodging them? The two times a ship of theirs yanked me out of hyperspace, I slipped away like a ghost. Didn't even open fire at them."

I kept walking silently until we reached a staircase leading to the upper floor.

“So, my knowledge is unfortunately limited to what you see in the news. Maybe we need to rethink our strategy here," I said, glancing at a sign that said 'Bar' and my eyes twinkled mischievously.
23 Jul 2024, 8:11pm
I shook my head again.

"The, news, will not, tell you anything, that is useful. It, is all, 'Humans are great, Thargoids are so bad, keep shooting, no questions'."

My eyes were also on that bar sign. But not in the interested way.

"Do, we have, to? I, am not, a bar, person."
24 Jul 2024, 12:25pm
“Suit yourself, but it might take a while before we meet the Engineer,” I replied.

I swung my backpack off my shoulder and placed it on a step of the staircase to avoid bending down too much. After a moment of rummaging through the contents, I finally pulled out a datapad. As I did, a bottle of Lavian Brandy peeked out, glinting temptingly in the light of the station. Activating the datapad, my fingers danced across the interface, navigating to Professor Palin’s appointment system.

“Alright, let’s get these thrusters tuned,” I said to my companion, a smirk curling my lips. I selected an available slot and began typing out my request.

“Hello Professor Palin, remember that time in Maia several years ago when the Federation placed that blockade above your base? I was one of the few who managed to slip through their net, running supplies and information. Those were some wild times, and I need that kind of performance again. My Clipper’s thrusters need some of your magic touch. Plus, I’m planning some long-distance cargo runs for the Pleiades, and the last thing I need is a malfunction in the middle of some Thargoid space. How about we set up a tune-up and inspection session? I’ll bring the credits and a bottle of Lavian brandy for your trouble. See you soon!”

Admittedly, the statement about the long-haul flights to the Pleiades was not true, but it took a certain amount of ingenuity to be successful in this matter.

I sent the message and turned to my companion, a playful sparkle in my eye. “There, that should do it. Typically, folks from the Pleiades support one another, especially when it’s for the good of that remote region. And the bottle of Lavian brandy should help our cause, too. I believe we’ll secure a personal meeting with Ishmael Palin himself.”
24 Jul 2024, 1:14pm
"... what ever."

I couldn't say I was too enthusiastic about this idea. Or the over-the-top excuse, nevermind the alcohol. This was not a personal meeting... but I didn't have any better ideas so I just left it at a - rather theatrical - eyeroll, to display my feelings on the matter.

Maybe I'd also just wait outside wherever Palin's office was.
24 Jul 2024, 2:54pm
“Whatever? Seems like you don’t appreciate my initiative much. I…”

I wanted to say more, but suddenly, a wave of nausea hit me like a freight train. I took a shaky step forward as my balance went haywire and my stomach twisted into knots. Panic started to rise as my vision narrowed, and I feared I was about to pass out. Cold sweat began to form on my skin as I clung to the stair railing for dear life.

Just then, I heard two voices approaching. Two workers were carrying a crate that emitted a faint, greenish glow.

“What are these things?” one of them asked as they carefully lugged the crate up the stairs.

“No idea, they look like those Guardian relics, but… different,” the other replied. “I was just told to take them to Palin’s office.”

“Why’s that?” the first worker asked skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

“No clue,” the other shrugged. “Heard they’re unclassified and no one really knows what they do. Maybe it’s best if we hurry and get rid of them.”

“Unclassified, huh? That sounds a bit sketchy. What if they’re dangerous?”

“Could be,” the other admitted, glancing at the other nervously. “But it’s not our job to ask questions, right? Just to deliver.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” the first worker sighed. “Still, I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

“Me too,” the other agreed. “Let’s just get this over with.”

I tried to focus on their conversation, but the nausea and dizziness worsened as the crate passed me by.
24 Jul 2024, 3:07pm
“Maybe, you do not, want to go into his office.”, I thought out loud, the remark directed toward her, then cleared my throat to catch the attention of the workers.

“What you are carrying, is a relic, that combines, Thargoid and Guardian. How, that is possible, I don’t know. But I do know, how they are made, and you would… not, like to hear, it. Now… get it out of the way. It, is messing, with her.”

I gestured at my companion, who was basically right on the verge of collapsing. A reaction that renewed the suspicion of there being something off with that woman and how my own body always had a strange unease throughout it when we were near each other, and I had nothing better to keep myself occupied.

Then I tried to make as much space as was possible with my big body. If they could get the crate past that… they at least deserved to bring it where they were going with it.
24 Jul 2024, 3:32pm
The workers exchanged nervous glances, their faces paling. “Thargoid and Guardian? That’s… that’s insane,” one of them stammered, his voice shaking.

“Yeah, we definitely don’t want to mess with that,” the other agreed, his eyes wide. “Let’s get this thing out of here, quick!”

They hurriedly lifted the crate, their movements frantic and uncoordinated at first, and struggled to maneuver the crate past my companion, who did her best to make as much room as possible. Finally, they managed to squeeze through and rushed upwards the stairs, their footsteps echoing loudly as they ascended.

As soon as the crate passed me by a few meters, I let out a deep breath, my body visibly relaxing. The color slowly returned to my cheeks, and I stood up straighter, no longer on the verge of collapsing.

“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice filled with relief. “I don’t know what would have happened if they hadn’t moved it.”
24 Jul 2024, 3:45pm
“And I, think, you… owe me, an explanation. About that reaction.”

I glanced up the stairs.

After, we deal with, the Helix.”

It was certainly the priority, but the unclassified relic, it didn’t have any effect on humans near it, so I definitely was a bit alarmed about that. And the fact that it only happened when those workers brought the thing along, that was too much of a coincidence.
24 Jul 2024, 6:57pm
“Well, if I knew that for sure… but first things first, the Helix.”

And that was the honest truth, because I really didn’t know much. I could only make guesses. As for the encounter with the crate, I still had the feeling I’d come across something terribly WRONG, an abomination. Not exactly the best explanation, but at least I recovered quickly.

“That crate gave me an idea. Professor Palin has been researching all sorts of things for ages, and in the past, he’s even called out on GalNet for people to bring him various items. All that stuff has to be stored somewhere. What if the Helix was among it?”

It was just a thought, and maybe it didn’t make much sense if the storage was some bunker far away from the main buildings. The effect of Helix on humans depended on inhalation, which limited its release options.
24 Jul 2024, 8:09pm
“I, don’t know. The, boxes, would probably, be… disguised. As, other cargo. Maybe. But, he might not know, of it. Or, think, it is… something, else.”

I really couldn’t say.

“Maybe, we, should… just, go in. If, your plan, works. But, may still, wait outside. Unless, needed.”
24 Jul 2024, 8:34pm
“If he’s got stuff like that in his office, we’ve got a problem. Where else could we get access to the base’s internal network?”

If just one crate was giving me this much trouble, I didn’t want to find out if my discomfort scaled with the number of relics.

“Or we need to convince him to meet outside the office.”
24 Jul 2024, 8:43pm
“Like I, would know. I, am not, good, at making plans.”

I couldn’t say anything else. Part of me already just wanted to sit back down and just not be bothered, instead wait out her solution. If my companion didn’t have a near-lethal allergy to green-glowing Guardian sticks, this wouldn’t even be an issue, anyway.

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