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.
23 Nov 2016, 2:29pm
Apollonia's grin widens at the compliments.

"It is indeed a Lalande original!" she replies, looking down her tight-fitting dress. "You have a good eye for haute couture, cherie!"

She waves to a waiter, gesturing to the empty glasses on the table. A couple of Toofla gins are promptly bought over.

"Apollonia," she repeats her name to Jemine, "I'm here on business from the Pegasi region. Where are you girls from?"
23 Nov 2016, 2:58pm
Muninn looks over to Marra, still thinking quietly to himself. Raising his glass, he nodded and carried on drinking.

Tove watched as the woman in white spoke to the other two, twirling her braid around ger finger. Occassionally glancing round at her crew, she weighed up her options. "Everyone except Einar and Brynhild, leave now."

The entire table shifted, the tattooed bodies and muscle moved out the door, leaving the burly, bald headed man and the slim, short warrioress.
23 Nov 2016, 3:21pm
"Oh, do call me Jem, please! I'm originally from an agricultural world in LHS 3447. My parents were, umm... travelling entertainers. I left home just over eighteen months ago to... to see the galaxy. I've spent a little bit of time at Sol and Beta Hydri. Nowadays I'm working for a faction in Bactrimpox, not far from here."

Good girl, Jemine. You're finally learning not to tell total strangers all about your sordid past...

"I have to confess that it was simply down to good luck that I recognised your dress as being a Lalande. There was a picture of it in Valentina! magazine a couple of months ago, and it stuck in my mind. I do have two or three of their dresses, but they were nowhere near as expensive as yours."

Wait... did she say 'Pegasi'...?

"Actually, Kyla and I have only just met. Where did you say you were from again, Kyla?"
23 Nov 2016, 3:58pm
A white clad man entered the bar, and quickly surveyed the room, though his demeanor was casual, almost relaxed. He seemed somewhat bored. The only identifying marking on his person was the small red plus sign on both shoulders of his jacket, the universal sign of the overworked medic. A first aid bag was slung over one arm.

"Please state the nature of the medi-" he began, before his eyes focused on the unconscious man laying prone in the center of the bar. He sighed and made his way over to him.

"What happened?" he asked the assembled patrons. "Too much to drink?"
23 Nov 2016, 4:10pm
Snipes had gone pale and began to sieze. One of his associates had poisoned the Scotch prior to the meeting, hoping to get an authorization signature before the effects kicked in.
23 Nov 2016, 4:19pm
Ah, here's the medic...

"We're not really sure, to be honest. He just jumped up from where he was sitting and ran over towards us, then threw himself down on the floor. Perhaps it was a drunken bet. Someone did run out of the door at the same time. I think they'd been sitting together. "

This has to be the weirdest bar I've ever been in...
23 Nov 2016, 4:31pm
The medic shrugged and knelt next to the man as he began to go into seizures, then dug into his bag. After a moment, he withdrew with appeared to be a wooden dowel and shoved it sideways into the man's mouth. It probably tasted terrible.

"There, now he won't bite his tongue off," the medic said, before turning back to his bag. Another moment later, he withdrew what appeared to be a white device, shaped like a pistol, but with a glass vial on the end. He stuck the other end into the man's neck, and a needle - hopefully clean - jabbed into Deadeye's skin and began to draw blood, which filled the glass vial. The medic keyed his radio as the vial filled. "Unit 242 to dispatch."

"Dispatch here, 242. Go ahead," came the reply.

"Yeah, dispatch, gonna need you to send a stretcher to the InGaBa. Got a male here, middle age, probably overdosed on something."
23 Nov 2016, 8:02pm
Do I say where I am actually from? Who am I kidding, they'll know I am from the Empire from my accent alone.

"Avalon," she lied. "I'm from the Avalon system."

She took the drink in her hand, nodding to Apollonia as thanks and knocking it back. "But don't mistake me for a poncy, stuck-up twat with a stick up my arse. Imperial by birth, and that's it."

Just in case they decide to give me shit, or the Pegasi lady decides I need to die suddenly, she thought as the effects of the Toofla kicked in once again.


Last edit: 23 Nov 2016, 9:07pm
23 Nov 2016, 10:47pm
Apollonia nods enthusiastically, still beaming her congenial smile.

"Your parents were entertainers, Jem? Ah, the glamour! You must have been so lucky!"

She sips her drink, that intense flare flashing briefly in her eyes again.
23 Nov 2016, 11:17pm
She has no idea how far she is from the truth...

"It was hardly a glamorous life, I'm afraid. We simply travelled from town to town, eking out a living by entertaining the farmworkers for a few credits here and there. I was taught how to dance by my mama. She was classically trained, you see. My papa did the best he could. We were regarded as little more than common vagabonds, not to be trusted. It was a hard life, and we did what we had to just in order to survive."

No need to tell her about the prostitution...
23 Nov 2016, 11:38pm
There's something really sinister about the way this woman is looking at us, and her tone, Kyla thought, her expression turning to a hint of suspicion. She seems *very* interested in Jem's family history as... *ehem*... Entertainers. Jem should be careful.

Kyla placed her glass firmly against the table as she finished her drink, pushing it away slightly. I think I should ease up on the Toofla.

"Gods, and I thought my childhood sucked," Kyla slurred slightly. "Still, you turned out to be quite a nice woman in the end."
24 Nov 2016, 12:11am
Tove listened closely to the conversation on the other table while staring intently at Marra.

Drawing circles on the table top, she thought about the way Hakon treated her, the man who rescued her and married her. The man whos body was laying cold on a slab in the docks.

"Brynhild, I want you to go up and talk to the nice lady sat by herself." Looking back at the table she was sat at, she shot Muninn a look. Stop me, I dare you.

Muninn watched as Brynhild threw her plated hair over her shoulder and got up. She brushed the tattooed, bald head of Einar affectionately.

Confidently, the smaller built woman ambled across to the woman with dreads, before she was abruptly brought to a halt by a mountain of a man. "Fyrirgef þú"
24 Nov 2016, 12:59am
A Citi dispatch team arrived on the scene with restraints and a stretcher. Supervisor Mason, a gruff man who always explains that he's getting too old for this stuff, heads over to the man on site. "Unit 242, any preliminary results?" He and the rookie assistant began to strap the rough looking patient on the the stretcher.

Another two team members went to investigate the booth where the poisoned man had entertained his associates. One catalogued and packaged the bottles of Old Sol, then went to inform the bartender to withold sale of the Scotch pending investigation; the other carefully collected a bleeding finger which had rolled under the table and then meticulously followed the blood drops out into the corridor towards the docks. "I'll trail this one, Mason."
24 Nov 2016, 2:10am
Stryker stood there at the entrance of the bar. What he was wearing was beyond belief. His beefy body was barely covered with what would be considered a loose fitting singlet made out of brown velvet like material. Almost no material covered his thick muscular torso and abs. The straps of this singlet ran up and over his chest, over the shoulders and met in a thin strip of material along the center of his broad back. The thick legs were covered in the same velvety material, but in a shorts like fashion. Extending halfway down the quadriceps. On his feet were fuzzy paw like slippers. His head was covered in a loose hood, with small dainty ears, and two tiny button eyes sowed to the front. His clearly visible face had a snout like nose with whiskers strapped to it. The whole thing was meant to make him look like a muscular, yet absurd mole.

He strode into the bar. Some patrons gawked at him. He turned his head and barked at them, because, moles apparently bark. Then mole Stryker stepped over what was  apparently some dude that OD on drugs and the medics working on him. He spotted Idris. Then saw Tove approach the behemoth bodyguard. He pushed past both of them, and sat down across from Marra.

Without saying a word, he pulled out a device, with the following description. It was round, about the size of a small tangerine. The thing was red, and printed along the surface were the letters "F I S". The thing would glow every second or so in an ostentatious way, followed by a low beeping noise. Concealed inside was the tracking device Yvette had given him. He pinned it to her shirt. The weight of it slightly pulling the fabric down.

He knew that Marra was smart and would figure out what that thing was, and why he was dressed idiotically. He just hoped that she wouldn't say a word and blow the cover.

In his mind, he offered her a gift. She now had complete control over what information to funnel to the FIS. And as a bonus he completed his side of the deal.

He pulled out the other one. On it was the note. "A matching set to accessorize your ensemble with your ship."

He turned to look at Tove and with a devilish grin he bounced his pecs a few times.


Last edit: 24 Nov 2016, 3:41am
24 Nov 2016, 2:47am
Locke yawned as he entered the bar, having been awake for almost 20 hours now. The job he had been assigned to had taken much longer to complete than he had expected. He looked around the room with a half thought as he walked to the bench where the bartender had been serving drinks to patrons.

He had walked by a man on a stretcher, obviously he wouldn't be a threat here, even if he had been before, he wouldn't be currently.
Three women talking to each other, nothing new there.
A large man talking to Marra wearing... A stripper/animal costume? What?

He immediately pushed himself away from the bar towards the two, walking around the man to look at him underneath the hood.
Locke looked past the whiskered man into his face and started to recognize him.

"I... What?" He mouthed in immense confusion, before looking at the thing on Marra's shirt, as it pulsed.
Nicholas looked back to Stryker in the strange outfit. His eyebrows shifted in even more confusion.
"What..." he mouthed again.

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