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.
Maestro_57
20 Dec 2016, 8:57am
Entering the bar, Alivar caught a whiff of an odor he was very familiar with, engine grease, alcohol, but not so much the piss.  Hoping to avoid the patron who'd pissed himself, he walked into the uncrowded bar and took a seat in the corner, facing the door, and hoped that some wait-staff might not take as long as station control to come by and take his order.  Alivar knew he could always place it on his mobile, but he was old-school that way, and liked human interaction.

Last edit: 20 Dec 2016, 9:14am
Pritchard
20 Dec 2016, 4:15pm
A grim looking guy, probably in his mid-30s sat a few tables down from Alivar, a countenance of... frustration creased across his features. He stared down at a holographic screen before him, absent-mindedly scrolling through tabs and looking less-and-less pleased with the passing of each one. He was interrupted from his silent irritation however as a young woman, presumably the waitress, placed a glass in front of him on the table. "Anything else I can get you, sweetie?" She asked in an obviously colonial accent, flashing him a lopsided grin.

He returned the smile, if less enthusiastically, shaking his head, "Nah, I'm good, Annie... thanks though. Gotta finish pouring over these contracts..."

The waitress frowned at this, reaching over to tossle his rather messy auburn-colored hair. "Well don't work yourself too hard, Matt, ya'hear? Them's your orders..."

"I promise," The man chuckled, though with little amusement, and with that was left to beginning scrolling through tabs again. He did sneak a glance at the waitress again as she walked away, but then simply sighed and returned to his tedious work.
Zero the Nobody
20 Dec 2016, 4:20pm
"Thinking of a previous contract". The sabatoge was successful when they entered supercruse it went boom he chuckles silently thinking of those last moments he must have had.  The thing about the new cobras is a quick rewire and they are a flying bomb. Meanwhile ordering a double of Old Sol .He openens a cigar case and pulls out a  hemp roll and spark it.Got  them from a colony in Sol.The waitress flashes a stern look but says nothing.

Last edit: 22 Dec 2016, 3:57pm
Pritchard
20 Dec 2016, 4:37pm
"Hey Buddy," The guy with the holoscreen open in front of him calls over, seated just a table away. "They tend to discourage lighting up in here..." He stares at the newcomer with the same kind of grim expression he'd been giving his work, leaning forward slightly and nodding toward a sign that was hung near the front of the bar.
It displayed in plain bold text several different warnings about the prohibition of certain kinds of tobacco, drugs, stimulants... and various other substances. This message was repeated multiple times, translated into Chinese, a derivative form of old Spanish, and even a few frontier dialects.
Zero the Nobody
20 Dec 2016, 5:09pm
(The description says it's already smokey in here) an annoyed patron sitting behind a holoscreen with information rapidly flashing across the screen arouses his attention motioning toward a sign. His practiced hand twitches toward a split lazer concieled benieth his flight jacket. deciding not to draw attention to himself, having open bounties and all, while maintaining eye contact he snuffs out the cigar on the table and return it to its case. The man gives a disgusted look but he just turns away indifferently. And orders another drink.

Last edit: 23 Dec 2016, 12:54am
Pritchard
20 Dec 2016, 5:27pm
(The signs says CERTAIN KINDS of tobacco) His brow arches slightly and he keeps his gaze on the rather... shady looking character for a few moments more before shifting his attention back to the holoscreen, still looking on edge but ignoring the newcomer again, for now. He continues scrolling through the various open tabs, checking each contract description with intensity before switching to the next one. Occasionally he'd reach out and take a sip from his glass, but otherwise didn't deviate from his task.
atMosPheric
20 Dec 2016, 6:11pm
Finishing his meal; Mr. Poach swirled a piece of meat at the end of a fork on an empty plate with the intent of sopping up every last bit of gravy. His fork fell to his plate and made a clinking sound. He noticed some patrons looked toward him and remembered to more quiet. "Don't want to piss these ones off", he thought to himself.

Taking a sip of his Barron he got the urge to relieve himself. Even though this was the kind of joint where you can probably just go number 1 and 2 where ever you want; Poach figured he'd ask where the restrooms are. He turned in his swivel chair to scan the smokey room for the waitress. He saw her clearing tables in the corner. He leaned back and propped his elbow on the bar to wait for her to look his direction. As he waited Poach began people watching the other patrons. An old man passed out in one corner wearing old time armor. It looked modded and poach wondered what military outfit he was a part of in the past. A younger fellow with a stoggie in the back, alone and unassuming, having what looks like a somewhat unfriendly but rather cordial chat with another gentleman. And a woman. At the far left side of the bar. "How did I not notice her", poach asked himself surprised that he had missed someone come in after him.

"Need something sweetie"? The waitress was standing right in front of him. "Uh, yes, the check and if you could please point me to your restrooms". The waitress looked surprise and pointed to the door that looked like it was for a utility closet. "Thanks", poach mumbled as he hesitantly walked toward the filthy door. Pulling his sleeve over his hand poach grasped the door handle. A quick pull without the door budging led to an even quicker push and then an awkward stumble into the lavatory.

Quickly, the odors of the bar recessed and now only the odor of piss remained. It appeared as if half of the occupants used the drainage pipe as a urinal instead of the sink like you'd expect most of this space scum. Poach preferred the use of toilets. He was a refined gentleman. An officer and a refined gentleman. Educated and classy. Being away from Anderton for 6 years (after graduating from university) and living a life in the black; poach was use to this kind of scene. But it never ceased to amaze him the vile and disgusting acts performed by some of these trekkers. Zipping up his flight suit fly poached turned to walk toward the sink. Standing there, washing, he looked up and saw a reflection in the mirror. His head began to hurt and his nose started to bleed as a great feeling of anxiety enveloped him. With blood running down his chin into the sink poach whispered, "You..... You're, you're back!"

Last edit: 20 Dec 2016, 6:33pm
Pritchard
20 Dec 2016, 7:37pm
"Thanks for that," The waitress whispered under her breath as she stepped up to refill Pritchard's glass, shooting an uneasy glance toward the bathrooms where the guy who'd lit up the stogie had just gone.

Pritchard merely shrugged, rubbing his sore neck as he finally shut down the holopanel. "Hey, just trying to help, Annie. As much money as I spend here? Might as well help keep the place orderly, right?" He asks the question with obvious sarcasm, picking at the grime that was encrusted along the corner of the table before brushing it off onto the floor... which was already black and sticky from spilled drinks and god knows what else. He readjusted himself in his seat, scooping up his drink and taking a sip before nodding in the direction the newcomer had gone, "You seen him around here before?"

Annie shook her head as she leaned a hip against the end of the opposite booth, brushing a few loose strands of dirty blond hair back behind her ear. "Not me. Then again, I don't usually work second shift. Raina might'a seen him around though... Or Eric. Why?"

He shrugged again. "Don't know. Got a bad vibe off him."

The waitress shot another nervous glance toward the restrooms before pushing off of her leaning post. "Well I'll ask the others. See if any of them's seen him." And with that she turned to head back toward the bar, Pritchard watching her go with obvious admiration of her figure, her heels clacking heavily against the floor plating. He'd known Annie for over a year now, ever since he'd first started running contracts through the station. She was just a kid. A colonial brat who got stuck here, like so many others... He sighed, averting his gaze down to his glass. Not exactly a lot of opportunities for education or advancement in this kind of environment. At least not through legitimate channels.
Cartlidge1000
20 Dec 2016, 7:40pm
Ten focused once more on her research. Based on the dozen sources she had scanned, the FSD boot they had placed on the Paladin was likely an external module that disabled the pilot's drive controls. This was likely carried out by either overriding the ship's sensors, convincing it that the ship was in a perpetual state of mass lock, or by simply rerouting connection from one of the ship's hard-points to the module, convincing the computer that the hard-point is deployed, which in turn cancels out any attempt at starting the frameshift drive.

The cyborg pushed a lock of hair to one side. Either way, all she needed to do was meet up with Cartlidge and help him remove the parasitic device. Looking back towards the door, Ten thought for a moment about the last time she was here, and how she had nearly killed someone. Luckily nothing bad had happened during her time here so far, but she wondered when her next breakdown would be, and where.

Suddenly her datapad pinged with a message from Cartlidge. She read it, and relaxed a little bit.
atMosPheric
20 Dec 2016, 9:25pm
Mr. Poach starred back at the contorted face in the mirror. A face he had not seen for 4 years. Not since the trials.

"Yes. I am back. Finally, I'm back." A familiar voice screeched. "Dr. Kekel is back."

Poach grasped the sides of the stainless steel sink. Fighting to hold on to it as he was fighting to hold onto his mind. "I'm not letting you take control. Not here."

"Oh, no, no, no", shrieked Kekel. "I'm taking control. There's too much juice here for me not to. I'm barely even trying! Hahahah." Poach could no longer bare the sight of his contorted face. It was starting to look like an older, aged and tired, him. The grin grew larger and larger and poach lost hold of the sink. And his mind. A loud, high pitch cry of victory ran out from Dr kekels enormous grin as he gained control of the body he shared with his now inner conscience. Then, a sudden silence in the restroom as poach began to speak inwardly.

"How did this happen? I've taken the diffusers daily like I was instructed. 4 years you've been gone and now your back? How did this happen?"

The silence was broken when kekel answers, "the unknown artifacts you've been collecting. The mission critical cargo you love to obsess about. They brought me. When you collected the first one I could feel it. Like it was calling me back. I knew at that moment they had that power. And that the lab wanted you to retrieve them so that they can bring me back. They want me back? Me? Back? After what I did hahahahaha".  Kekels ear wrenching laugh freezes as poach speaks again for only their mind to hear, "10 UAs brought you back? Impossible!"

"She brought the rest, kekel informs poach while breaking the silence once again. "She? The woman I didn't see come in." Kekel laughs and informs poach, " i saw her come in. I could smell her and the UAs when she entered. In fact, I could feel her, sense her and them when she docked. That's how strong I am. Way stronger than you."

Over an intercom system a station worker is heard delivering a message: "attention all pilots. Citi gateway is experiencing technical anomalies with essential station services. Security level has been increased and all ships will submit to mandatory scans when entering and exiting the star port. Stand by for further information."

Just then kekel heard a sound in a stall by the door. "I can smell you. I can smell your hair. I can smell your breath," he states with dread in his voice as he turn towards the stall.

Kekel tilts his head back while shaking violently as he dislocates all his joints and slithers under the stalls like a serpent with a full belly. Slowly he starts making his way towards the smells. Inching closer and closer. Laughing all the way.

Poach asked nervously, "What the actual fuck are you doing?" Kekel shrieks, "shut up, shut up. It's mine now. The body is mine now. The smells a mine. The smells, the smells. Hahahahhahah."
Maestro_57
21 Dec 2016, 2:28am
The waitress comes by Alivar's table and he offers up a friendly smile.  "Quite a bunch you have here tonight." he says, "Yea, they come and they go, she replied  "I got a regular or two in here tonight but you know spaceports."   "I do get around but not that often to this side of a spaceport."  Anyway, I have this food and drink chit from the dockmaster and from the sound of that last report, you may be getting a few more tonight,  But I still tip against the full price." he grinned.

She offered a half smile, half shrug to that.  He placed his order and afterward added: "Do you know where a fella can find some honest work."  "All depends on what you mean by honest, have you checked the mission boards?" she replied.  "Of course, but it is all "go kill this pirate", "assassinate that deserter", and a couple of cargo runs, but my ship has a really small hold.  Data delivery might work, but I didn't see much of that."  Annie replies, I thought I saw you come in in that new Viper, that's supposed to be feisty little ship",.  "Yea replied Alivar, but I only have a couple of light weapons on her, self defense only, she is really built for speed and maneuverability.  I thought I'd race her but then I found out the light mass-class to race around here is really the Imperial Eagle, so I'm trying to earn some credits to buy one of those." he said.  "I'll ask some of my regulars if they know of anything." she replied, "Honest, you say, eh?,  What do you do?"

"Well, said Aliar, I'm really an engineer, I work mostly on new technology and work on the galactic standards to ensure they interoperate with the other systems.  But I'm done with that since.... well, for a while now.  So I'm not looking to hang out my shingle or anything, just some honest work for honest creds."  "I'll see what I can find out for you." says Annie and she is off.

Last edit: 21 Dec 2016, 2:36am
Maestro_57
22 Dec 2016, 3:13am
Annie returned to Alivar's wit his chow. "You know how you were talking about some honest work?" she giggled at the word work.

"Uh oh" thought Alivar, but then she turned serious. It so happens that there are some folks that would like to talk to you right away" then she brighened again and in the best pinky-pie voice said "And you couldn't get more honest than them!". Annie waved her mobile offering a tap.

Alivar read the link while eating. Got up and headed for "the 48th floor".
atMosPheric
22 Dec 2016, 7:49am
Watching as the small man timidly left the stall and exit the restroom, Dr. kekel disappointedly muttered "ohhhh, smells. Smells no more."

As the door began to close, poach barely (as kekels vision was fixed on a toilet brush) caught the site of a gloved hand blocking its arrival to the threshold. With the opening widening only a bit more a woman slides through the narrow slot. She was short and slender. Flat chested. Her suit was full body and of the highest grade military fabric. Clearly designed for camouflage purposes as it changed in color and print from the dark bar to the well lit lavatory. like a gymnast she cartwheeled across the restroom floor towards the slithering kekel.

"That woman", poach said inwardly. "that woman", dr kekel said aloud as she completed her cartwheel with a split landing directly in front of their shared face. Poach and kekel both watched as she removed a silver cylindrical rod from a zipper in the middle of her chest. It was longer than a data pad stylus, but not wider. With a twist of its tip the whole rod turned red and began beeping. Then with one last long beep it turned green. "This was the last thing we were planning on", she said confidently as the rod came down into poach's neck. As it did, the rod turned blue and from the top down the light began to fade lower and lower towards the tip. A faint release of gas was heard coming from the top as a liquid entered his veins. A faint shriek by kekel was also heard. Which faded inwardly.

"What the heeee....." , poach said, pausing as he realized he had control of his mouth.

"No time to talk, we've wasted enough time", the woman said as she sprung to her feet. "Well are you just gonna lay there? Let's go!"

"Umm, I kind of can't move. that idiot in my head dislocated all my joints."

"Oh, tommy boy", the woman sighed and began turning him on his back. " you know my name?", asked poach. "Yes, I know your name", she responded sarcastically and jammed his left leg joints back into place. " aaahhh", poach yelled. "How do you know me?"

"We work for the same mad scientist", she answered back, snapping his right leg into place while simultaneously muffling his scream. "I was in the same program you were in. But we can discuss all that later. Right now (she grabs him by the flight suit collar, lifting him up off the floor) we have got to get you away from these artifacts."

"But my arms", poach cried as she started pulling him towards the door. "I'll take care of those later."


-Exiting the bathroom: a woman dragging a man 3x her size. His arms flailing around him as they lightly jog towards the bars exit.-

"My Barron's head", complains poach. The woman rolls her eyes and pulls the door open. She turns and looks at poach with a sturn and pissed off stare. A direct response to 'my Barron's head'. She reaches around to his back and pushes him through the doorway. Leaving her alone in the bar.

She stood there for a quick second to gather herself. Looking down at a gritty floor she remembered the presence of the other patrons. Turning slowly to scan the room, and deliberately make eye contact with everyone in it, she stopped at a semi warm Barron's head sitting at the bar. She smirked, and walked over to it.

Picking it up and putting to her mouth, with a quick wink at Annie, she polished it off. Turned and walked out.

>continued in the docks<

Last edit: 22 Dec 2016, 8:24am
Cartlidge1000
22 Dec 2016, 3:50pm
Ten blinked in confusion as a woman walked in and carried out what seemed like a very broken man. She couldn't help but be curious as to who the pair was. Perhaps it was best that her attention was focused on someone else if the woman was a bounty hunter, but she was having some trouble finding any information on the woman.

Figuring it was about time that she left, Ten picked up the empty glasses from her booth and carried them over to the bar.
Kurama Phoenix
27 Dec 2016, 2:29am
A figure comes in the bar the same guy from the hanger 2 weeks ago
"Oi have you heard of the accident happened outside the bubble they say a ASP EXPLORER was carrieing a famous explorer they just crashed landed today ?"

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