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.
15 May 2021, 12:57am
*Sigh* One beer please.
15 May 2021, 10:39am
Reinhart Vyenne*Sigh* One beer please.


Gosh, it's quiet in here.
Where's the ladies?
What kind of bar is this? A snooze bar.
Any cmdrs on Xbox here?
Bar tender, wake up! Pint of your best ice cold semi skimmed milk please.
Burp, Burrrrrrrrrrrrrrp. Ahhh. Hic up burp.
Now, good lady, a pint of Energy drink & The finest Colonian Vodka. I love the energy boost I get in here followed by the pain of hitting the drunk wall as I step outside in the cold. I said God Damn what a rush it gives me.
What do you mean it's too early? Then I'll have a Full Fat Thargoid Milk Latte.
Yeah, that's good, burp.

Your such a gentleman cmdr

Finally, somebody speaks to me. Nice to meet you honey. Been a bar tender long?

God, I don't know, a couple of years maybe, you know, uni an all.

What you studying?

Psychology.

Psychology? That's great. Working here must give you great insight of some human behaviors.

Yeah, I have a laugh or two quietly. Men hit on me and I get to interview their tactics without them realising I'm just studying the male hormone for sex. Most men have 1 thing in mind when they come in here and it's fun to watch n study, like you, your attracted to me...

No, I'm, urm...

Your attracted to me and no doubt you want to, shall we say, pump n grind with me but your confidence stops you because of your age n belly pop. Cmdr, I hear n see the ladies fall for the gorgeous guys but they don't last, it's just a quick night's breeding ceremony and then the guys move on n sometimes, the ladies move on but you cannot beat personality!

Personality? I thought the ladies just want gorgeous guys.

No, some girls like the fat ones because the fat men are more loyal because they're scared of losing they're beauty queens. I have discovered...
15 May 2021, 11:59am
I bet it was thargoid psychology he studied. I'm still waiting for my beer.
17 May 2021, 6:09am
Jason sits at the bar quietly, a drink in his hand. He can be seen staring down into the cup and occasionally whispering to himself.

"Jesus Christ... the swarms... they never stop."
17 May 2021, 8:04am
SalmoneaSalmoneas head falled on bar table and in the minute she starts snoring.


Tigger has a mischievous look on here face as she walks up to the bar bot.

Can I have a permanent marker please?

The bar bot blinks and makes some weird grindy noises.

That item is not available.

Damnit she mutters as she wanders back to her booth.
20 May 2021, 4:02pm
Tigger
SalmoneaSalmoneas head falled on bar table and in the minute she starts snoring.



Tigger has a mischievous look on here face as she walks up to the bar bot.

Can I have a permanent marker please?

The bar bot blinks and makes some weird grindy noises.

That item is not available.

Damnit she mutters as she wanders back to her booth.


Dame walks in the bar craving a pangalactic gargleblaster.

Reaches into pocket to throw away receipts from limpet purchase.

Over hears conversation at the bar all while simultaneously finding a permanent marker.

Holds it up in air in states " I got one"
22 May 2021, 9:14am
Tigger saunters up to Dane.

May I she asks as she looks up at him.

Taking the marker she approaches Salmonea's drunk and snoring form.

I think a doodle of a doodle in the middle of her forehead should suffice.

Slowly and carefully, trying not to laugh, she draws on Salmonea's face.

Here you go, thanks for the loan she says to Dane.

Walking back to her booth, she bursts into laughter.
23 May 2021, 12:24pm
Salmonea suddenly awakes. She notices the Tigger giving marker to Dame with laught. She wipes her forehead and looks on black paint on hand. Then she raises from bar stool,grab a glass and smashes it Tigger to head.
24 May 2021, 11:18am
Tigger felt the glass smash on her head.

As she crumbled to the floor she thought, I knew it was a bad idea but he dared me too.

Holding her head she gives Dame a death stare as she staggers back to her booth.

Daiana her pilot does her best to hold her laughter in.

When will you learn Commander?
26 May 2021, 2:51pm
Ryno1154fi l Rienheart were to ever have anything close to a security blanket, this would be it, "space" here he was in charge, in control and he could stop looking over his shoulder, well at lest as far as the ships interior was concerned, what as happening outside of the ship was another matter altogether!.


Ithink this shoud be moved to the docks or off-station
26 May 2021, 3:34pm
Descartes
Ryno1154fi l Rienheart were to ever have anything close to a security blanket, this would be it, "space" here he was in charge, in control and he could stop looking over his shoulder, well at lest as far as the ships interior was concerned, what as happening outside of the ship was another matter altogether!.



Ithink this shoud be moved to the docks or off-station


OOC: Or perhaps more appropriately a logbook.
26 May 2021, 6:18pm
Veronica Vayle
Descartes
Ryno1154fi l Rienheart were to ever have anything close to a security blanket, this would be it, "space" here he was in charge, in control and he could stop looking over his shoulder, well at lest as far as the ships interior was concerned, what as happening outside of the ship was another matter altogether!.




Ithink this shoud be moved to the docks or off-station



OOC: Or perhaps more appropriately a logbook.

I will remove it if thats what you want
27 May 2021, 6:09pm
It was sometimes in the late afternoon. She'd just landed a few hours prior, and hastily busied herself with errands.
A couple of patches to the ship's armor, and she'd been on her way to the market, intent on purchasing a few items she needed to re-stock.
Though she was a bit of a planner, she'd somehow forgotten to check the weather and found herself caught under a thick downpour,
in the middle of buying a new set of pliers.
Her gaze wandered aimlessly for any sort of anchor point, into dry land. She found the ensigns of a bar, and made way into the establishment.
''That'll quench my thirst.'' She thought.

Arrived at the door step, she stopped. And looked around within, to find a muted, dim atmosphere, and few present.
A thick fog of silence, seemed only dulled by waves of oscillating melodies, like an old record, which seemed stuck out of time, and needle.
She hung her breath with her coat onto the hanger, left to dry, and roughly brushed herself up, as her gaze seemed to study the counter,
or rather, it's liquid elements.
She set her feet silently towards the bar, it's tender the only animated figure, in a small crowd of tight-lipped, funny looking figures.
The lighting seemed to emphasize their character, and figures. She jumped atop a dusty velvet barstool, its wooden legs creaking ever slightly,
almost to the tune, betraying the split longing within them, to crack and bring her tumbling down.
She adjusted herself ever so carefully, a flight of concern flashing upon her face, as her eyes met with the barman, and she began.
Her palms laid flat on the table, studying the veins of the deep chestnut wood, as she rubbed, as if making the space her own, she asked.
''I would like...''
A reduction, rather than the illusion of choice. She thought to herself. She wished things were simpler, in many aspects.
All the bottles called at her. To pick her poison. Yet she was still undecided. On whether to drink, and indulge or rather to drink,
and allow herself to linger in unchartered depths of depression. She brushed away a contrived grimace of feign exasperation, and reprised.

''A coffee. Strong and short, please...'' She stopped, to ponder for a brief moment more, and added.
''Very strong.'' She flashed a subservient smile to the barmen, who grew impatient but still entertained her.
''And also...A glass of water, and a glass of orange juice.''

He grinned, as if catching her in a lie. ''But lady, it's five in the afternoon. That's no time for breakfast. It's happy hour!''
She smiled half-heartedly and politely nodded, as if conceding to her absurd sense of time, or twisted reality, but continued.
''Well, rather than have a shot of whiskey, and a pint of beer to chase it with...I'll chase my coffee with orange juice.''

She disliked the little inanities such as these. To justify the smallest of decisions, or choices. She liked things her way, but often,
not enough to defend it tooth and nail. She would not die on those hills.
Her train of thought led her elsewhere, absent-mindlessly considering which hill she would choose, and why.
She caught the tip of her finger on a splinter, and stopped for a moment to look at it.
The bartender seemed particularly interested in observing the prick, as well, for a moment, before he evaded his own confusion,
and set on to prepare her order.

All this little mattered, in the grand scheme of things. She rolled the die a few times today, and so far, it'd been a positively fair game.
But as soon as she'd be involved with others, it seemed like it became a matter of whole new proportions. That is why she tended to act
as recluse, most times.

But this fine afternoon - or morning, it did not matter - she had ventured out, for once, in order to set her mind off a few things.
Namely the growing itch to exorcise this burden of thoughts she'd been having, regarding the passing of her father, and trying to
secretly pick it apart around other people, namely the little sense of sorrow she felt, despite her somber appearance.

By comparison, she thought, it'd be easier to lighten her inner moods when applying different, more human proportions to them.
She glanced up, and the three glasses, all in different shapes and colors were placed in front of her. She grinned like a child,
as the scene placed her exactly back to a certain book passage she'd read, about picking your potions.
She looked up to the bartender, who had settled up in front of her, bar side, intent on observing the little ritual.
Her eyes evaded his, and she seemed to beam, just for a moment, as she brought the cup of coffee to her lips,
and slowly tilted back her neck to knock the caffeine, and further sense into her.
She grinned, her face painted in mixed shades of delight and discomfort, as bitterness and sweetness danced.

Instinctively, her other hand reached for the glass of juice, and she introduced a new partner into the dance, as if a child playing with dolls,
intent on creating further intrigue, and depth of relations. Satisfied with the chase, she looked up and away from the bar, for a moment,
and began to relax, as her eyes searched through the windows for some fleeting inner point of perspective.

...

It seemed like a few hours had gone by, and she'd surely met the bottom of the glasses. She lifted up the small shot glass, posing
as an espresso cup, and sighed, as she looked right through it, beyond the thin sheer film of melted sugar and caramelized coffee.
She lapped up the thickened, sickly sweet paste that slowly crept to the edge of the down-turned glass. And promptly, almost too abruptly, forced it back upon the counter. Her eyes turned solemnly to the tall glass of water, still full. Her mindset could hold as much.

She'd gathered her spirits, here. Felt a semblance of belonging, amidst the faceless crowd, and unloaded, silently, dis-avowedly, a few of her burdens. For one, she'd finally touched base after a long journey to the system, with the intent to unfold a few wrinkled pages in the family book. A visit of circumstances, which she intended, would not tarnish in any shape or form, her relationship with the place.

In lighthearted disaffection, she drank as she studied the snapshot of the city from within, as she had been without for so long. It seemed like the traits of an old friend, you would not recognize at first glance. Her mind shifted to memories buried, not angrily and hastily under a mote of silence but rather, carefully, solemnly laid to peace, in a box of cartons, with sepia colored photographs, serving as a time capsule. She smiled to herself, and yawned, as her back arched and she extended for a stretch.

Maybe she would take the time to call some old friends. See if they'd still consider her one. She lifted herself up from the stool, and caught herself, as if a drunk monk onto the counter, as the stool creaked and twisted around in a circle of resentment. Had she gained a bit of weight, in her months long hibernation through hyper-space? She took a quick look at her reflection on a mirror advertising, like the olden days, some new spirit, it's painted letters disambiguating some of her form into a colorful portrait.
''Not too much. Just enough to fatten up the good bits.'' She joked, as she slid her hand into her pant's pocket, and laid flat a few credits on the tab that laid on the counter, waiting for her to notice since long.

She exchanged a quick look and nod with the bartender, who busied himself at service, but still lingered for a moment to acknowledge her, as she departed, and walked briskly to the hanger to gather her coat, and walk out of the door. Outside, the sky was sparse with clouds, and a somnolent sun had started to set, and paint the horizon with a vibrant, oily hue. ''That's more like it''
She stopped to take in the sight, a feint smile flashed across her face, as she breathed in the earthy notes of humus
lingering into the atmosphere.
And she walked.


Last edit: 27 May 2021, 7:27pm
28 May 2021, 4:07am
After watching Tigger have face to face with a bar stool courtesy of Salmonea, Dame let's out a subtle chuckle.

"Bartender, a round a drink for that CMDR and crew" Dame exclaims pointing to Tigger's booth. "Also give her this."

Dame slides a folded note to the bartender that reads " I have other color markers if you ever find your self needed them "
28 May 2021, 7:58am
ok, here's what I don't understand. I dock at a settlement and disembark. "NO GRAVITY!" warns the system "USE YOUR MAGBOOTS BRO" or something similar. Then I walk into the bar and no-one's drink is floating out of the glass. Whence cometh the bar gravity??

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