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.
16 Oct 2016, 5:05am
Marybelle gave a blood curdling scream as the cyborg wrapped her hand around her neck. She saw her life pass before her eyes. Her summers on the vinery. The games she played with her brother between the rows of sweet grapes in the warm summer sun. The snowball fights she enjoyed with her father on the ski slopes. For you see, she was addicted to attention because she was a diva. Daddy's little diva. She was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth. Her father, was a very wealthy business man. He traded in all sorts of things. Mostly things that he wouldn't discuss, but that's what happens when your daddy is a mob boss. The scream continued until the pressure on her throat was such that her neck snapped. She gave one last throaty gurgle, and her body twitched uncontrollably as it lost communication with the brain. Her eyes rolled up in her head, and she went limp.

Meanwhile Eddy was horrified by what he saw. And how he failed to defend his Aisling. He backed up slowly, and in utter bewilderment, turned and ran. Though he did trip once, sending him sprawling, to which he quickly scrambled back to his feet, running away from the scene as fast as they would carry him. No doubt, back to his mother's ship.
16 Oct 2016, 12:19pm
Confusion washes over his face as the scene goes to hell. Looking from Ten to the girl to the fleeing bumbler, Cerse makes a half-decision. His feet start moving before his brain fully registers. "Lemme see if I can do some damage control!" He yells as he starts following Eddy, scooping up the katana as he passes.

Through the market, and a few sprawls he follows. "Damn this big guy is fast."
16 Oct 2016, 1:15pm
"If you're going to do something do it quick!!!" Luke shouted at no one in particular, struggling to restrain Tens arm. He didn't spot the other arm in time but when he did, time slowed down and he watched in horror as it snaked up and slowly crushed the life out of the poor womans neck.

The shock caused him to loosen his grip on Tens arm a bit as it pushed upwards off the ground.
16 Oct 2016, 1:48pm
Cartlidge had finally shifted over to sedate Ten when the two saw the woman's neck pop out of place, causing him to freeze.

Like falling out of once trance and into another, Ten's expression was altered entirely when the neck snapped. She was still quite terrified, but now for a different reason. "Wait, no.... no... no, no... no... I- I did- I didn't"
Her hand carefully relaxed and shifted to gingerly hold the woman's head in place. Her other hand retracted the blade, and started to shift over to assist.
17 Oct 2016, 3:13am
Luke let go completely and sat in stunned silence for a moment before the realisation of what just happened hit him like a ton of bricks. He slid his back against the wall and buried his face in his hands. All he could say was "Shit, oh shit" repeatedly as he struggled to fully comprehend the entirety of the situation, much less what to do about it.
17 Oct 2016, 7:13pm
She was dead. Limp, growing colder and on the whole being much more uninteresting. As the men stood around her. She would have savagly thought- if she wasn’t so busy being immersed in rigimortis’ rather pushy demands- why aren’t they helping me? Why are they just standing there looking stupid? Men. You have to nag at them to get them to do anything. At least save my brain, well, head too because I simply couldn’t part with this fabulous blue hair, and attach it to some sort of cybernetic body? I seriously doubt they would think of that….. She didn’t huff.

Meanwhile Eddy’s day was about to become much more interesting. As he ran from the murderous scene, his fedora flew off his head. He was, rather attached the greasy piece of, what he would consider, fashionable headwear. See, he believe that it gave him powers. None that he would openly share about, but powers nonetheless. He scooted along the hall, and seeing an open comm panel he skidded to a stop and lost his balance. Arms wind milling he fell. Rather undignified, even for a fall. He quickly righted himself and without indiscretion started hitting all the buttons.

In 1989, the National Institute of Occupational Safety and Health passed a guidance through the house of representatives that all employers must institute a “Lock Out Tag Out” procedure when working on energized, or potentially energized equipment, and provide adequate training to their employees. Said employees would have to endure at a minimum of 8 hours of some old wheezer droning on about how to be safe in the work place. And if your really unlucky, like Jose, you had to endure 40 hour HAZWOPER training. Which you would be tested on.

Jose hated his job. Very much so. He had this thing that most corporate entities tried to strangle out of their employees. This thing called life. And Jose really wanted to return to his. But no, Station Maintenance had him running around fixing all sorts of stupid little things. Things that really didn’t need fixing. That in itself wasn’t really the problem. The problem existed within the bureaucracy. In order to fix a simple door servo, he had to get a work order. This meant a meeting as to why a work order would be needed. Then health and safety would weigh in, making recommendations and adding to the list of requirements and signatures that would have to be signed in order for the work to start. Then he would have to put together a budget report and on and on it would go. If he could just fix the door it would take 30 minutes, but with how things were, it took 2 weeks. He wasn’t about to go through all that with this comm panel.

Jose had stepped away to get a bite to eat, and he had not properly placed the Lock Out Tag Out, because he didn’t trudge through all the red tape to receive the proper work order to fix this piece of equipment……Of course Eddie had no idea. The system shorted and the random button mashing cause a most undesirable effect. Two heavy bulk head doors on either side of him started closing. Rather quickly.

“Fire detected…” a smooth automated voice echoed through the corridor, even though there was no fire. “Inert fire suppression error….error….error…..Purging atmosphere…..in 40 seconds…..” The doors closed, and the magnetic clamps sealed trapping Eddy in. Like some frantic beast, he banged on the view port desperately trying to break it. His eyes wide with terror because he knew he could only hold his breath for about 2.3 minutes…

Jose rounded the corner. Time stood still. The coffee cup slowly slipped from his fingers. “Oh….that’s not good….” He breathed knowing that he was about to loose the job he hated so much.


Last edit: 17 Oct 2016, 11:25pm
17 Oct 2016, 8:43pm
Finally free, Ten pushed the woman off of her, flipping her onto her back. Ten hesitated for a moment, her breath shallow. It had been so long... she had gotten so accustomed to always knowing what to do, but her thoughts bounced around wildly in her mind.

"I- I c- I can fix this..." she muttered to reassure herself. She had to fix it. Taking a moment to shake herself and focus, she started to think. Given the damage to the spinal cord the woman's heart was most likely no longer receiving its signal from the brain, meaning the body was no longer receiving oxygenated blood. The brain would likely have just a few more seconds before it shut down entirely, so she needed to act fast.

She carefully extended the blade once again from her right hand to cut a small hole into the woman's chest, taking care to cut at just the right angle so she could reach the woman's heart just under the sternum.

"Don't just stand there call a medical team or something!" she shouted as she started to work.
17 Oct 2016, 10:41pm
Luke removed his hands from his face and stared in shock as Ten appeared to proceed to stab the woman. He was about to intervene until he realised what she was doing. Slowly, and shakily he rose to his feet and pulled his datapad out, hitting the emergency request button and summoning the appropriate services.

"You do realise they're going to ask what happened right?" Luke stated, perhaps a bit more coldly than he intended. "Even if she lives, there's only one end path here."

He paced fervently while wracking his brain to think of a solution but nothing came to mind, much to his frustration. He prided himself on problem solving, it's what made him the pilot he was, each encounter another puzzle, each laser shot another variable and he'd come out on top so far, so why couldn't he fix the problem before him now???

In a burst of anger that came totally out of character for him he punched the wall next to him, immediately regretting the decision as he drew blood from his knuckles, and most likely sprained his hand, if not broken a bone or two. The wall, however, was completely untouched.

"JACOB!!!" Luke shouted, noticing his frozen stance, "Snap out of it!!!! We need to think FAST!!!" Realising at once that shouting was liable to draw a crowd now he added, "You two may need to get the hell out of here..."
19 Oct 2016, 2:11am
Cerse arrives as the doors slam shut on the pudgy man. He grits his teeth as he sees the fire suppression sign light up. Looks like the man is a goner for sure. Seeing the atmosphere drain from the lift he looks away. He's seen similar scenes in space, and didn't want to experience that again. Time to beat a hasty retreat.

After a moment of thought, Cerse picks up the dingy fedora and quietly slinks back the way he came. After he gets a block or two away he jogs the rest of the way back to the scene. "Ah. I see things aren't much better here." he quietly says to Luke. "We don't have to worry about her friend. He met with a," pauses to think, "Not so nice end."


Last edit: 20 Oct 2016, 8:21am
19 Oct 2016, 4:57pm
"Yeah.... This one doesn't seem to be faring much better." Luke said with a sigh. At a loss for what to do now. Ten was seemingly desperate in trying to revive the woman and Jacob still seemed to be frozen on the spot.

"See what you can do about him." Luke instructed Cerse, "There's going to be company soon and they're not going to take kindly to having two dead bodies to deal with." He added with exasperation.
19 Oct 2016, 5:12pm
Eddie was confused. Why did they think he was dead? He was actively pounding on the view port and screaming, which of course nobody heard due to a solid 8 inches of sound proof reinforced steel. And there they were, walking away. Was he truly invisible? Then it dawned on him. The Fedora really did have magic powers. It made him so fashion trendy that people were automatically drawn to his presence! He screamed again knowing that soon, the atmosphere would be purged

The smooth voice called out it monotonous deathly sonnet. "20 seconds until atmospheric purge."

Meawhile, Jose's coffee cup hit the floor, splashing it's contents all over the place and of course, himself. And naturally it was very very hot. He jumped back, slipping on the mess and hit hard. The side of his head cracking against the floor. Blood oozed from his ears.

Marybelle was still dead, and she was too busy being dead to care about Eddie's and Jose predictiment. She just layed there as the cyborg started preforming it's surgery. She didn't wonder if Ten had graduated from medical school, preformed the adequate residency and rotations to be a medical practitioner because like most dead people, she was, well, dead.
20 Oct 2016, 2:48am
Cartlidge finally shook his head and made his way over to Ten. He had hated dealing with corpses. Killing was easy, especially when separated by hundreds of meters in the void of space, but actually interacting with the dead was discomforting for Cartlidge. As he kneeled down opposite Ten, his face scrunched up a bit. The woman's eyes had rolled up into the back of her head, making it a rather gruesome sight.

"What do you need me to do?" he asked.

"Chest compressions," Ten replied, retracting her blade, "the spinal chord is broken so the body isn't getting the signal to keep working, but everything is still salvageable, assuming the brain hasn't started to decay yet."
With that, Ten allowed the first two fingers of her prosthetic hand to separate into four long, thin probes.

"So I'm going to manually work her lungs while you work the heart?" Cartlidge asked.

"Exactly." She had mostly calmed down by now, but there was no telling how easily she could be set off again. Carefully she worked the four probes into the hole she had made, allowing them to take different positions around the dying muscle. She then started to squeeze the heart gently to pump blood, the same way it would on its own. Simultaneously Cartlidge started CPR, occasionally breaking a rib in the process.

"Fuck I hate doing this." Cartlidge admitted through his teeth.
20 Oct 2016, 7:21am
Cerse looked around hoping a crowd wouldn't form. "Hey Luke. What do you think the chances of the cops being on the way?" Completely oblivious to the fact that he was still holding what he thought was the dead mans hat. Cerse stood by the door of the bar to try and redirect people coming in and out.
20 Oct 2016, 10:38pm
"Let's see, we got lots of shouting, yelling and a dead body outside a busy bar. Plus the guy whos hat you're holding... Basically, if they ain't coming now, they will be the instant the medics arrive." Luke said flexing his hand and grimacing at the pain.

"I'm gonna head down and see if I can't draw their attention to the other guy first." He continued, then he raised his voice for Cartlidge and Ten to hear, "At least it will give these two time to get out of here!!!" He said for what felt like the umpteenth time.

"Cerse, if nothing else, just.... Make sure Ten gets out.... In one piece...." He added in a low voice. Straightening his jacket he then walked briskly away without waiting for an answer.

A few moments later he came to a sealed door with a warning light on above it. He was about to turn around when he spotted movement beyond the thick glass and it only took a moment to realise just what was happening. The man inside was trapped and clearly panicking, something, or someone, had tripped the fire suppression system.

The first thing he did was rush to the control panel and start hitting the buttons, to no avail. He kicked the panel to break it loose only to be confronted with a confusing assortement of wires and chipboards. His initial instinct was to pull them all, but that might trigger the system sooner, or do something worse.

Running over to the window to look inside he tried shouting to the man to check his side of things. Perhaps there was something in there that could help, of course it dawned on him that with several inches of glass between them, there was no way he could hear.... Wait... That was it.... Glass!!!

He pulled his sidearm out and pointed it right against the view port. Disabled the safeguard and began overcharging the firing mechanism. Placing his other hand next to the barrel he hgeld up five fingers, then four, a countdown to give the man a chance to duck. Still counting down, he reached one, moved his hand and fired.
21 Oct 2016, 4:16pm
Cartlidge was the envy of anyone on that Aisling fetish chat room social media thingy. Oh hell, l’m not fooling anyone here, it’s a Discord channel. He was actually going mouth to mouth with an Aisling! And some of the more devious Aisling fetish folks were absolutely green with envy knowing that Cartlidge had the perfect opportunity to  have his way with a dead Aisling. They assuaged their jealousy, well if it were me, I would have included a tentacle koolpla,  they thought, this Stryker asshat is an unimaginative dolt, and his writing and prose are terrible…. They continued to think savagely, but speculating on what they are thinking really isn’t a part of this story, nor is it important at this moment.

Cartlidge was trying to keep the poor dead girl’s blood supply oxygenated so she wouldn’t go brain dead. But if he thought about it more, he might (to avoid power gaming) have concluded that anyone that would cosplay as an Aisling was probably already brain dead to begin with. But saving a life, is saving a life and at least he was doing the noble thing. But he had no way of knowing what unthinkable horrors were about to be unleased upon this unsuspecting universe with saving this girl….

“Stand back!” A medic in a drab white lab like coat was running towards the group huffing and puffing like a bellow, with a red face. He was accompanied by another. A tall, thin, and quite flat female, with a hawk like face. She scowled at them all. Two medic drones buzzed around them like vultures, but infinitely more attractive and landed. Another law enforcement drone took up the offensive. It unfolded it class 1A gimbaled multicannon and took aim.

“This is a Police Control,” it said in its monotonous synthesized voice, “Place your hands in the yellow circles….”

Now it should be noted here, that because there is a lack of lore for the Elite Universe, I have all the rights to shoe horn in any kind of other lore I want, with no regards to anyone else or Frontiers wishes. Hell, I'm thinking of adding a Khajiit pick pocket soon, because, stereotypes, Skyrim rocks, and it’s a big universe…..Anyway, where was I? Oh yes…

“This is a Police Control,” it said in its monotonous synthesized voice, “Place your hands in the yellow circles….”

Eddie was still trapped, but was relieved when he saw the man approach with a firearm ready to blast that glass and make a escape route. Internally, he was grateful that he was wearing his Three Wolf Moon shirt. Pocahontas was absolutely right. That shirt did grant him magical powers! People were beginning to notice him! He jumped back and covered his head with his heavy trench coat.

“Ten seconds until atmospheric purge….” The automated voice said…. “Nine…Eight….”

For those of you that are tied up in the throws of suspense, don’t worry Eddie will escape. Ala Star Trek style. With one second reaming on the timer all because he was wearing his Three Wolf Moon shirt.

Jose was still bleeding, unconscious on the floor, soaked in his venti half decaf non-fat sugar free, two pump carmel macchiato with light foam.

I would add more to his exposition but my boss is standing over me right now, and I should probably get back to work…...


Last edit: 21 Oct 2016, 8:11pm

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