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.
22 Jul 2021, 11:40pm
The people who were recording Sorrowful with haste leave the tables seperately and go in multiple directions, some of them following him down the promenade.

Sorrowful walked into the faith space on the station, a place set aside for approved universal religions.
He stands there and sits in the contemplation bench looking at the icons and earth relics in deep thought.
Minutes pass and the other person who was in the faith space, an elderly lady shuffles up to him and says...
"its such a delight to see such a good strong man with such deep faith... tell me, what drives such strong belief?"

Sorrowful having stood up to casually walk out says "Revenge."

The old lady looks shaken and frightened.

He goes back to the bar and says, "Hey barkeep, that honesty pill has worn off by now, so I gotta say Im sorry for shouting in the bar"

Barkeep bursts out laughing "Thats hilarious" "O youre sorry aye? LOL"
Sorrowful lost in his own thoughts casually gives a local system currency coin on the table and says "Tea. please"

Barkeep "One cup of tea coming up"
Leaning back on the counter he takes the quickly made tea and goes to the most isolated part of the bar he can see, and sits down casually.
There is a refuse bin on the way, he throws the honesty pills in it casually and sips his tea while he walked to the table.
Tobacco from the pocket being accessable readily according to his arrangement of pockets, he lights a smoke and browses a data pad casually.
The people who followed him the first time come back and take positions in various parts of the bar.
Placing conventional items on the table and aiming them at Sorrowfuls table he casually sips tea while being recorded.
Some people want to trap him in some act, word, or crime. They look like civilians but they are not.
25 Jul 2021, 4:49pm
Baron stumbles in to the location he was given noting the feds watching someone he did not know, they see Baron and immediately file him as another onion-push.
Bartender give me one of those Pegasi moon, but if it aint rum don't bother...

On second thought make that two, collecting his Brew Baron finds a quiet table in the back close to the back door and lights a death stick.

It was dark and almost wet in this place glad for the protection of the flight suit as clothes would stick to the booth seats.

A usual crowd for such a place and everyone looking for something.

Quickly downing the first bottle (a vile swill) and lighting another death stick, last match. Baron rolled the ancient matches and stuffed them in the empty bottle just in time for the wench came a callin...

Can i get you somethin mista.... Sure me lass get me 2 more of these skank rums and keep the extra creds Missy....

The wench took the empty bottle with Barons note neatly deposited inside and payment made all without so much as raising a glass.

He hoped the search would not take long as he wasn't sure how much of this skunk juice he could keep down, well nothing to do know but wait hopefully a member of the HAWKE FAMILY would reach out.

A steady pulse is all he could feel now as the Tormentor stood ready inside his coat Baron wondered if it could be made to light his death sticks as he waited....
14 Sep 2021, 6:11pm
Continued from docks

Maul enters the establishment and scans the place for a familiar face.

"Nope. Not here yet." He mumbles with a sharp exhale as he begins unfastening his backpack from around him and making his way towards the empty booth not far from the entrance.

The backpack makes a loud thud as it hits the table top, causing a few people to briefly glance over at Maul who was unaware of his own rudeness. He plops himself down and pulls a portable computer from the backpack.

"Let's see what else we can dig up on you, Mr. Vandeman." Maul says to himself with a small smirk.


Last edit: 14 Sep 2021, 11:10pm
14 Sep 2021, 7:58pm
InGaBa... the place hadn't changed a bit. And Silas still hated it. Too crowded, never any corner booths available, always had to have your back to someone.

"OK... time to play 'find the broccoli'" he said to himself, searching the crowd for that familiar shade of green. It wasn't hard to spot Maul sitting in a booth by the entrance, already nose deep in a laptop. As he walked over, it seemed Maul was too buried in his screen to notice he'd arrived, so instead of sitting at the booth, Silas fished a pen from his pocket, walked up beside the man and gently poked it into his ribs.

"Boo. You gotta pay attention to your surroundings, man, that would have been the end of you."
15 Sep 2021, 1:48am
Maul jumped a bit and pulled his body away from the pen.

“Jeez dude! You’ll give a guy a heart attack like that!”

He rubbed his ribs and smirked at Silas.

“Ah, once you got enough people that have it out for you...you kinda just gotta..” Maul shrugged “...forget about it and go about your business, ya know?.”

“But then again look who I’m talking to. I’m sure you can relate.”
15 Sep 2021, 7:27am
Silas chuckled and sat down, pocketing the pen.

"True, matter of fact I don't even think I'm allowed in this station anymore, yet here I am, business as usual. Docked over at Koontz and had to smuggle myself in on an Apex. Hey actually... Think you can wizard your way in and un-flag me and the Arbiter? I'd like to order a scotch without triggering a security response. There's a free bar tab in it for you"
15 Sep 2021, 6:20pm
"Pfft, I wish it was that simple."

"Nah, but what I can do is..." Maul stopped talking as he dug around in his backpack. Eventually revealing a profile analyzer. "...give you a new identity while we're on the station."

He pressed a button on the side to turn it on as he further explained.

"I cloned the profile of one of these faction mouthpieces that are standing around offering work."

Maul aimed the analyzer at Silas, pressing a few more buttons.

"There we go. You're now a 'bonafide' member of the Inara Independents. You can purchase that scotch now with a clear mind." Maul smirked.

Putting the analyzer back into his backpack, he quickly looked back up at Silas.

"Ah, one thing though, just remind me to clear your profile before we head out of here. We'd be in the shit if we happen to pass through a security checkpoint and your face doesn't match up with the profile that you're rockin."
15 Sep 2021, 6:41pm
"Noted" he said with a hint of a smile, waving over a server.

"So, down to business. Let me see if I have all the details of your message correct... "

He pauses as if to organize his thoughts before continuing

"...our saucy imperial billionaire friend is piloting a passenger liner, in spite of the fact that she employs, I dunno, thousands of people who could do it for her, is hundreds of light years outside her submitted flight plan with a cabin full of Death Cult members, and incoming comms are being blocked?"

At this point Silas noticed the server, with an expression on her face that was equal parts intrigue and concern at the conversation she had just walked into.

"Ah... right. Hi there. Can I open up a tab with a healthy pour of Old Sol, whatever kind of tip it will take for you to forget whatever you just heard, and whatever my friend here wants...?"

Silas points and looks at Maul as an invitation to interject his order.
16 Sep 2021, 4:52am
“Mmm, just a water please.” Maul said, sliding the laptop back in front of him.

“Actually make it iced water.” He said as he gave the server a brief glance and a smile.

The keys from his laptop we’re audibly clicking and clacking. The servers gaze bounced between Silas and Maul for a moment before she scurried off.

“But yeah..” Maul was addressing Silas’ previous statement.

“When you put it like that, it sounds super nutty but then again Lamb does have a bit of a knack for getting herself into a pickle.”

Maul stopped typing and looked at Silas.

“I suppose we all do though.”

He finally rotated the laptop screen to face Silas and revealed a picture of a robed figure.

“I reckon this is the fella in charge of the cult, Orwell Vandeman. A Kooky name for a kooky dude, if you ask me.”


Last edit: 16 Sep 2021, 5:00am
16 Sep 2021, 1:40pm
The smell of half-burnt flesh coming from the direction I was going made me hesitate, reluctant to get closer. I could hardly face it.

Why anyone would choose to eat anything allegedly animal was beyond me. Maybe once it might have been necessary. A thousand years ago it had become not only unnecessary, but even harmful, threatening the survival of planet Earth as a habitable environment. Now real animals were too rare and expensive to eat. The vile substance called 'animal meat' was cultivated in huge vats and transported, at huge cost, around the Galaxy to places like the Galactic Bar, where it was half-burnt and eaten by staunch defenders of the right to consume whatever they chose. And, as always, there were those who could recognise the opportunity to make a profit.

I steeled myself and went in.
16 Sep 2021, 2:46pm
Виски... Опять виски... Ну почему в барах так редко предлагают обычную водку...

- Бармен. Бутылку Cubeo Gold с собой и три стопки на стойку.
- Я слышала где-то в районе Плеяд видели планету с наростами, не в курсе где можно поискать такую?
16 Sep 2021, 4:27pm
You could smell it before you got to it. It smelled of drink, stale sweat, and old cleaning fluid. The whiff of food mingled with the olfactory evidence of people expelling food and drink once their bodies was done with it shouldn’t seem inviting at all, but somehow it was. There was something else today, perfume. Honest to goodness perfume. That could mean only one thing.

Automatically, Creamys’ hands danced around his head expertly checking his hair was tidy. His hands were disappointed. Usually he took care of his hair, but he had to use bottom shelf products on it for ages, and it had been cut by the ship's barber for the months, not a stylist. Still, it was tidy but Creamy was not in the mood to try his luck with a woman. He wasn’t feeling the normal ocean of confidence that sloshed around him. His cheap suit and low budget skin and hair care regime had turned it into a shallow puddle, and that was without taking into account the lack of funds Creamy could call on.

Walking in the bar presented Creamy with the usual scene. At least he didn’t see any tough guys sitting in the tough guy booths glaring at every one to prove just how tough he was. That kind of lone star hard man always like to sit in a seat that let them see everyone, and have their back against a wall.. .. bless them.

Making his way to the bar, Creamy walk by a short-haired blond woman that seemed to be unsure of even being in here. It was her perfume Creamy had detected.

“Excuse me miss” said Creamy with a friendly smile as he stepped lively towards the bar.

He sat a few stools down from a rad haired woman necking something golden that reminded Creamy of home, and he picked up a plastic coated menu while he waited for a bar tender to serve him.

“Are my good man, an icy beer please, and a Dramatic Pause if you would be so kind. I imagine I will have made a choice from the menu once you’ve mixed up that colourful creation. Thank you”

The beer was placed in front of him and Creamy took a deeper swallow then he intended; the drink was obviously long over dew. While waiting for the cocktail, Creamy scanned the Poultry section of the one-page menu.
16 Sep 2021, 5:22pm
Maul Montresor “I reckon this is the fella in charge of the cult, Orwell Vandeman. A Kooky name for a kooky dude, if you ask me.”


Silas took a look at the screen, and the ridiculous outfit on the man.

"Hmm... nice pajamas"

He glanced around the bar to check on the status of his drink order before looking back to Maul

"Alright... I have no problem boarding a ship, but how do we find it? Do you think you can track it well enough to follow? Just point me in the direction of whatever you need and we'll make it happen."
16 Sep 2021, 6:42pm
Maul watched the entrance as a few people entered the bar.

"No security. Good." He muttered to himself before looking back at Silas.

"Yeah, that's the thing. I can't really track this one. Lamb's flying a new ship, so I never really got to get my hands on any of the systems."

Maul scratched his beard and thought for a moment.

"If we could just get a comms connection for long enough, maybe a minute or so, I could grab it's current location though."

He rotated the laptop to be visible for both him and Silas.

"We don't have many options here. Let's try contacting her again for the hell of it." He said, tapping a key to start the call.
17 Sep 2021, 6:50pm
All the places I could have arranged to meet, why here. For the most part, my memories of the Galactic bar were not too good. It seemed to have deteriorated more since my last visit. Old and tired, garish, a permanent unpleasant smell. I would not wait too long.

Some guy brushed past. "Sorry Miss." or something like that. It annoyed me for no particular reason.

The same old dissolute clients. Scarred, tired, wary. People to meet, deals to be done. No doubt I looked the same. Time had made me cynical, cautious, hard and not particularly friendly.

I would give him twenty minutes.

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