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.
20 Jan 2022, 6:52pm
His footfalls were heavy, and his manner was that of a drunken lout. Clearly intoxicated before he even reached the bar, Daddy O shoved a waiter into a tray of dishes before drawing his pistol. Giving a banshee yell, he let off two rounds into the ceiling.
"Whoooooeeee!" His voice echoed off the walls as everyone turned to see the new stranger. "Mah name is Daddy O, and I am here to fuck ya or fight ya...the choice is up to you."
No one moved. Instead they listened to his laugh bellow across the room. Clearly unimpressed with the big man, the other commanders simply leaned on their elbows and waited.
"What? No takers? Then I guess I get to fuck you alll---" His eyes rolled around as if out of control while a sharp snapping sound could be heard. Shaking slightly, he finally went crosseyed before collapsing to the floor in a heap. As he fell out of the way, everyone in the room could see Mary Quinn standing behind him. Still holding the stunner in her hand, she simply raised a single eyebrow before speaking up.
"He said fighting or fucking, and I sure as hell didn't wanna fuck HIS goat-smelling ass, so fight it is."
The room gave her a brief chuckle before they collectively turned back to their drinks.
25 Jan 2022, 9:52pm
A strange-looking man was sitting next to him, reading the route data on his display. It was a travelling salesman. The freelancer sitting next to him was asking him where he had come from and where his journey was headed. The merchant said he was from the Nun system, a place he said was building a new future and home to a society that rescued slaves from the clawed clutches of Zemina Torval. He spoke of their leader, a former slave, an old man with a brass hand, a merchant like himself. The mystery man said that Baselure, as the leader of the Trade Coalition was called, had opened a radio station on the station, and that all the rescued slaves were arriving at the land colony for rehabilitation. We had recently begun to hear of strange ships arriving at an interstellar point and they were all painted with strange symbols that looked like a star map. I'm betting they are the same merchants selling the rarest artefacts of this cursed galaxy.
26 Jan 2022, 5:51am
Sly watched Daddy O fold into the ground and give a slight switch. Drool or vomit, it was hard to tell which, poured from O's mouth for an instant, then stopped. Daddy O coughed and began to snore loudly. Sly didn't recognize the woman with the stunner. She knew what a goat smelled like, though, apparently. That's a rare thing, he thought to himself, throwing back the last of the ale. It was time to get back to the ship. If Daddy O was out, well, he probably should be as well, Sly figured.
26 Jan 2022, 12:18pm
A man who looked more like a baboon than an intelligent creature burst into the room. The wreaths on his arms and the crudely drawn goat skull on the shoulder of his dirty jacket clearly hinted that he was a pirate. He was no ordinary pirate - the man was known as a fearsome, almost frenzied raider on merchant ships. Bite, as he was called, was an ogre, a former member of the crew of the dragoon Fagos. But now there was only despair and fear in this cannibal's eyes. Bite stumbled backwards onto a chair at the bar and shouted at the top of his voice, "The Bugs are coming here soon!" The trader next to him was under the impression that the old pirate had been brainwashed by the cultists of the Far God. Believed, damn it, but not willing to die in the clutches of the targoids so quickly. Half an hour later, Bite was already finishing his third glass of Indy Bourbon before he plopped his head down on the bar without paying the bartender. Later, two tall men in red helmets entered the room, grabbed the old man by the arms and dragged him towards the airlock. Bite shouted something about Bugs one last time and then there was silence.
28 Jan 2022, 1:38pm
"Dan? This is Sonia. Where have you been? I tried to catch you earlier but you didn't pick up... OK... OK... Anyway, listen! I just checked my credit balance. The payment... What...? Dan, are you listening? What's that noise in the background...? Oh... OK, I'll wait."

The woman at the bar held the datapad against her ear and looked around. Her other hand played with the empty glass in front of her, lifted it up a little, rotated it.

"Yes, it's better now. I'm calling because the money hasn't arrived yet. Do you hear me, Dan? It's not there... What?"

She slammed the glass onto the bar, almost breaking it. The bartender turned his head towards the noise and raised his eyebrows in disapproval. She responded with an apologizing gesture while she continued the call.

"What do you mean they can't pay right now? Dan, are you fucking kidding me? Do you have any idea what a pain in the ass this trip was? In case you haven't heard, Reorte is a fucking war zone. I was pulled three times on the way to the station. I want my goddamn money, Dan! I want... No... No, I can't keep the cargo, it's gone. Unloaded twenty minutes ago... Yes... I don't care, I just wanna get paid. I've been flying that pile of trash T-6 long enough. If you can't pay me, we're done. Go find a new pilot, I'm out... What did you say? Yeah, yeah, you know what? Go fuck yourself!"

She laid the datapad down onto the bar and exhaled. Then her eyes looked for the bartender while she lifted the empty glass up again and waved it.

"Another one!"
28 Jan 2022, 3:54pm
Not really knowing what took her - a stroke of madness no doubt - the young woman returns to sit down, having just the time to take again her glass of whisky before startling when Sonia's glass clacks on the composite surface of the counter. She turns to her neighbor, before dedicating a small grimace of compassion to her.

" Damn, it sucks that much in Reorte? I thought I heard on the Galnet that it's not really a good time to do business there, unless you like bargaining with your ship's cannons.
Welcome to the club of those who need to find a job!"

I'm Mary, by the way. Mary Quinn.
28 Jan 2022, 9:25pm
Sonia watched the bartender refill her glass when a voice next to her pulled her out of her thoughts. She turned her head and saw a woman sitting on the barstool, very young, probably early twenties. She was speaking with a funny accent.

"If you're looking for company," said Sonia and picked up her glass, "you've come to the worst possible place." She took a sip before she continued, "As you can see," - her hand holding the glass made a gesture towards the crowd around them - "this place is full of losers and creeps." She took another sip and mumbled, "And I am no exception."

She chugged the rest of her drink, and the alcohol sent a wave of heat through her body. The young woman next to her had gone quiet, but Sonia felt she was being watched.

"Sorry for the vitriol," she said, closed her eyes and massaged her nose bridge between thumb and middle finger. "I'm about to get drunk."
29 Jan 2022, 2:27pm
The young woman purses her lips before smiling.
- "I can underrrstand that. Sorry for the inconvenience!"
She then turns her eyes back to the GalNet screen, where the names of the new stations marking the way to Colonia are displayed. She sips her whiskey slowly, obviously enjoying it as much as possible.

- "I wonder if these stations will offer opportunities in the futurrre. It would probably be worth it to check them out."
29 Jan 2022, 4:42pm
Sonia began to feel dizzy. Her empty stomach amplified the effects of the booze. Her eyeballs no longer moved accurately but jittered like a gimballed pulse laser, always slightly missing the target.

"Opportunities!" she said, a bit louder than intended. "Let me tell you something about opportunities. But first," she waved her empty glass, "let's offer this cute bartender the opportunity to give me another refill."

The bartender smirked and poured her another drink.

"Thank you very much," said Sonia, rewarded him with a lascivious smile, picked up the glass and almost spilled its content when she turned towards Mary. "My name is Sonia, by the way. Nice to meet you." She took a sip from the glass in her left hand while her right hand reached out for a handshake.
29 Jan 2022, 9:55pm
— Had a hard day? — She wasn't looking at Sonya. She did not see the hand outstretched for Maria.
The whiskey, drained to the bottom, was already spreading warmth through her body. She raised her head and looked at the girls.
— You can call me Ascentlia.
29 Jan 2022, 11:43pm
The old merchant, after emptying his glass and crunching his back, paid attention and interjected himself into the conversation, trying to find an interlocutor after hours of flying from one end of the Bubble to the other:

- Ascentia? I have heard of you. Our boys in the Nun system have seen you. You know the business of commerce - I respect that! Just be careful in the local regions. There's a lot of pirate infested systems around here right now.

The curly old man talked at length about pirates migrating from the domain of the albino Delaine, who promised severe punishment for those who broke the code. He also told of the deception that had been committed in the deal with the Sirius Corporation - they had promised him profits from the sale of the data, which they never paid him by pointing guns at his ship. The tale ended with tales of the mysterious Nun and its inhabitants, merchants and liberators. Finally, the old man, without giving his name, paid the barman, threw on a tattered robe and said one last word:

- Remember, my dears, if Basilure talks about you, it means he sees potential in you. He sees everything.

After that the salesman disappeared through the doors of the pneumatic lift. Five minutes later, a Type 9 truck with strange drawings appeared in the porthole, lumbering off the landing pad and flying slowly, at the speed of a turtle, into the black abyss of space.
30 Jan 2022, 11:56am
The young woman turns to Sonia again, and shakes her hand in a frank and vigorous manner - still making sure not to shake it too hard either.
- "Nice to meet you too, Sonia! I guess you're in the trrrading business?" then, turning slightly to the blonde who just introduced herself "Nice to meet you too, Ascentlia."

Settling back more comfortably on her bar stool, she resumes.
- "Bad day? Not really, but let's just say that opporrrtunities aren't presenting themselves as they should for my bank account."

Mary then lets the old merchant interject with Ascentlia, nodding at his words as if trying to burn the words into her memory. She politely waves to the merchant as he leaves the bar, before continuing.
- "I graduated as a pilot fairly recently, actually. I tried to work for the Remlok Corrrporation, but I don't think big companies are for me. So I broke my contract, and I'm trying my hand at a few things, trying to make ends meet. Not easy every day, especially with little experience. What about you two?"
30 Jan 2022, 12:49pm
Ascentlia looked at her empty glass. Various thoughts were running erratically in her head. The Brownian movement of ideas, which recently had no place in her head.
— I don't know what to say. — She answered Mary. — I got my pilot's license 4 weeks ago. I'm also trying to figure out some things. And I want to understand how to achieve what I want to achieve.

After answering Mary, she asked the bartender for another whiskey. After receiving her drink, Ascentlia immediately drained the glass.
31 Jan 2022, 3:09pm
Here I was at last. The infamous Galactic Bar. A long long way from cleaning waste disposal units on Coelho Station. And a newly qualified commander to boot.

Looks busy, nice looking pilots, well, the females at least. Now it was time to look for work. I made my way to the bar and ordered a beer. 'Keep your eyes and ears open.' I remembered the advice I'd been given. 'Theres always a chance you'll pick up some useful information'.

Heck, those girls can drink, they'll need to be carried out at this rate. Turning towards them and edging closer, I tried to overhear their conversation. So . . Sonia, .Ascentia and someone, also newly qualified pilots, also looking for work. Might be useful to remember.


Last edit: 31 Jan 2022, 6:32pm
01 Feb 2022, 4:40am
Putting the empty whiskey glass on the table, Ascentlia smiled and ordered another one. "It's going to be fun today", she thought.
Turning her head slightly, Asсentlia noticed the new guest of the bar. Smiling, she noticed how he was looking at her.
"Do you already think that we will have to be carried out of here", she asked. And without waiting for an answer, she said: "We are no longer at the age to talk about dreams. So, let's talk about the plans. Who has any plans?"

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