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.
28 Dec 2022, 1:41am
Creamy Goodness IIICreamy shrugged, pushing the man over his shoulder in his line of sight for a moment.


Aleks’ eyes slowly opened. He was dazed and confused by whatever had just occurred. Seemingly being carried by someone stranger he weakly tried to make them aware of his consciousness.

“What…happened…w-who?”

That was all he could get out before dropping limo again.
05 Feb 2023, 9:31pm
*strolls in, completely missing alarms, lights and defence systems*
Dumdeedum...
Hi barkeep! Something with bubbles and no ethanol please.

*sits on a barstool*
I'm done hauling bodies. Letting me fly back with 13 unoccupied cabins... How threatened do you feel then?
*unrolls a map and starts plotting a course rimward*.

All's well Creamy ?
06 Feb 2023, 12:14pm
"Nubs!" exclaimed Creamy mid roll-up of the armoured shutters.

"I say, what an absolute pleasure to see you again, I'm working the bar as it goes.. Umm, I say, did you not notice the alarms, warning lights, very loud announcements, and hordes of panicking people?"

Asked Creamy speaking loud to make him self heard over the din while he poured an ethanol free forest-fruits cider. It was best not to think of how Nubs managed to get onto a closed station.

"Not to mention.." continued Creamy in a nonchalant fashion. "..the armed guards, evacuation teams, and medical personnel carrying the wounded to safety?"

Nubs was busy with the same old tattered map she always unrolled at the bar, so Creamy shut the door and turned off the emergency system to let the little lady concentrate.

"The Galactic is running a Cocktail challenge if your interested?"


Last edit: 06 Feb 2023, 12:33pm
06 Feb 2023, 2:46pm
Oh. those are alarms. I thought it was modern dance music.

How I got in? There was a hole my sidey fit through. Parked it at the airlock at the end of the hall.
Did you see the pretty flowers outside?

Hey Johnny Rico. Nice gun. What do you expect to do with it against ships the size of a small town?

Cocktails?
Hmm. Maybe i should eat something first. As it is I think one GRB will put me asleep under the bar. Or get me outrageously obnoxious and loud so you wish I was asleep under the bar. Anyway...
Why are they named that? I've never seen a rooster with an umbrella in his cloaca...

*gets distracted by some Kanten in the corner* Fancy meeting you here you old Broccoli! How's the war on vegetarians going? I hope the big ones don't go after your species just because the last species they irritated fly ships that look like flowers.

Oh... yes... I'm a bit hyper. A furrylance tried to eat me.
06 Feb 2023, 3:22pm
Furrylance, thought Creamy. Talking with Nubs took a bit of code braking; in Creamys' case, polite incomprehension and the willingness to play along usually got him through. Creamy wasn't very good at working things out, but he was good with Etymology, and bar-talk was something he thrived on.

"Well, one has to look out for the odd feisty Furrylance when your a sweet little morsel like your self" supplied Creamy, an old hand when it came to dealing with wild Furrylance. . . what ever they were.

He was about to get into the details of the supposed origins of the word cocktail, but he imagined sending the little red-headed dynamo to sleep with something as mundane as facts. Instead, Creamy started putting on the show. Bottles span in the air before being caught and added to a mixer that was subjected to its own acrobatics. If she didn't want the drink, he suspected she'd at least enjoy the show.

"They are called cocktails because they are fancy and colourful like a peacocks tail don'cha know?" said Creamy making it up as he mixed a Der Überschlag "So a drink as fancy as a peacocks tale, becomes simply, a cocktail" he said with a smile apparently not paying attention to what he was doing.

The Vodka, Brandy and Peach Schnapps bottles were thrown over Creamy's shoulder, and back into their spot on the shelf. A slender tin of Crimson Rush was then pored in to the tall narrow glass holding the mix, and Creamy pushed the fizzy honey coloured drink to Nubs.

"It tastes like... a rainbow made of laughter when your drinking it, but the after taste is like being punched in the tongue by an ill lemon that's just been sick on its fist. I think it'll make you pull a very funny face when you finish it" said Creamy with mischievous smile.

"Now, I'll have a little hunt around to see if there's anything left to eat"


Last edit: 06 Feb 2023, 3:38pm
06 Feb 2023, 4:40pm
Mnaaa. furrylances bad snakes. The ship, apart from it jumping like an elephant and I can pack more cargo in my wallet it's not that bad. The error sits between the seat and the controls. *nod nod* Think I'm going back to blocking them on sight.

Hmmmmm. A drink with a German name... *beams an ancient Faderhead remix of Nachtmahr to the audiohub*
*slorp*

Oh that's fruity, not half ba... *SMAFK!*

*snore*
06 Feb 2023, 4:53pm
Nubs did make a very satisfying *yuck* face when the after taste hit. Creamy would have to get a still from the bar security camera.

Last time Creamy gave Nubs a cocktail, this happened so he was ready; it was time for another teleportation. He took Nubs to a nice comfy booth and propped up her in the corner with her map carefully rolled up next to her.

She'd wake up in a minuet, so he got back to looking for some food that wasn't already confiscated for the rescue effort.
06 Feb 2023, 8:30pm
*blink* whatwhere?

Ah, shoes.

*peeks out of the booth*

Shii... what time? I miss my flight!
Wait... it's my ship.

I want squab-on-a-stick! I bet Mamma-Dee Grease around the corner sells those. Uh...
*slaps a chunk of optimally stacked carbon atoms on the bar the size of a pouchpenguin egg*
Keep the change! Good seeing you!

We'll meet again in the fullness of time.

*runs out to get food*
06 Feb 2023, 10:21pm
That was a perfectly normal visit by Nubs standards. Creamy picked up the big gem, this one looked like a diamond. Creamy would get it cut to increase its value, and drop the profit in to the refugee support fund.

It was always a pleasure to see Nubs, and the visit usually ended with a gift.
09 Feb 2023, 5:35am
Cautiously Venus walks into the Galactic bar. It had been a few weeks since the fiasco on the docks and her not so grand display of character.

She looks to the bar and freezes as she sees Creamy standing behind it again cleaning glasses just as he had been her first time here.

Venus had dark circles under her eyes, her hair an absolute mess, her once brilliant uniform was now showing signs of wear. A freshly stitched wound can be seen on her forehead as she attempts to put herself together.

Venus sits next to the door at the table which provided a draft to pull the smoke out of the bar and lights one of her mint chocolate cigarettes. She calls over to Creamy in a very tired and worn out voice almost as if she had not been asleep much for several weeks.

"Would you be a doll and bring me a "Double Duchess" I'll pay extra for any damages I've caused to the bar."

Venus pulls out her data pad and stares at a video loop of her wife Silvia and a strange man beating her. A scowl forms on Venus face. She screams and slams her fist on the table and begins to sob a little. Between sobbing breaths Venus says to herself just loud enough to be heard.

"Silvia I'm sorry. I'm trying to get there. I just don't know how."
09 Feb 2023, 11:44am
How did these people keep getting on the station? Just because the Goids had gone, it didn’t mean the station was safe. Still Creamy had been cleaning up for a long time, and the station cold be open again. Even so, it was odd that people kept dropping in.



Creamy was one of life's ‘Nice Guys’ He knew that meant others would often try to take advantage of his gentle nature, or feel safe putting him down and have no problem being openly hostile. He believed in the phrase ‘if you can’t say something nice, say nothing at all’ but he was also a man of strong principles.



The woman sniveling at the door way would usually bring out the hero complex in Creamy before the first tear welled in her eye. However, this woman had demolished the responsibilities she had as a peer of the realm. Murdered dock staff over a petty matter, and forever ruined Christmas for the families of the men she killed. Creamy gladly put aside his usually unflagging, positive attitude.



“I wouldn’t pour the dregs of my drink on you if you were on fire” said Creamy with his hands flat on the bar letting the warmth leave his steely blue eyes. He made it obvious he had just pressed the silent alarm button.



“A waist of breathable air like you is more suited to following that cackling old witch Zemina, rather than our clearly peaceful and patient majesty the Princess. Two qualities a virtue-vacuum such as yourself clearly lacks” He stood straight and folded his strong arms under his impressive chest.



“It's degenerates like you that enforce the galaxies belief, that Imperials are all evil and selfish, caring nothing for people they view as below them. Just wasting words with you makes me ashamed to have been born on the same planet as you”



Having almost said enough, Creamy got back to cleaning the last glass before he could close all the racks and say the bar was stowed away and safe, while repairs to the station were underway.



“Anything upsetting that has befallen you, is karma. I wish you ill-will and frailer in all your endeavours. Good day”
09 Feb 2023, 2:28pm
Venus looks up from her data pad tears leaving her eyes. Rage fills them as she stands from her seat.

"You would do well to bite your tongue good sir! Those men I killed on the docks were traitors! Thieves and scoundrels. They imprisoned innocent persons and forced them into slavery. I ended their lives to protect the innocents of this world! The explosion on the docks was my own ship! That was not an intended action."

Venus clenches her fists and jaw. She was irate. She knew that what she had done was perceived as evil in the eyes of many but she felt it was the right thing to do. She looks Creamy in the eyes watching, waiting, observing.

"Silent alarm? If you wanted me dead or locked up you would have done so yourself sir! What is it that you want? You are clearly capable of handling yourself given your federation info."

Venus walks behind the bar and grabs down a glass. She mixes up the "special drink" as best she could. She was no bar keep but she knew what had been put into the drink. After a few moments she finishes mixing up the drink but instead opts for a simple blue lagoon as tribute for her wife.

As Venus walks out from behind the bar she places down her data pad as an alert comes in from an unknown sender. She opens the message and snarls. Venus leaves the message open which reads *Venus you will regret leaving me and those refugees stranded I know where you are* She takes a seat again at the table and sips from her drink grimacing at it. She appears to have added too much of something but she couldn't pin it down.

A while later a rather beautiful 6' tall blonde haired, violet eyed, imperial woman with a suprisingly feminine physique barges into the bar and punches Venus as hard as she can knocking her out cold.

"That's for electrocuting and drugging me!"

She looks to the bar keep and smiles.

"I really hope this one didn't cause you too much trouble good sir. She has been on a rampage lately and I'd hate for someone as dashing as you to be affected by her. You can call off the guards I've got this one under control."

She takes out a pair of cuffs and secures them tightly around Venus wrists and in a wonderfully thick Australian accent says.

"You'd think this station would be on full lock down what with the looming Thargoid threat and all. Honestly I'm surprised it's even around still. I'm more surprised you are still lingering around"

The woman picked up Venus and proceeded out of the bar.


Last edit: 11 Feb 2023, 11:58am
19 Feb 2023, 12:17pm
*storms into the bar with a tiny accretion disk with plasma discharges over my head*

*acknowledges the barbeau*

A double tabasco please.

*looks for posters of the war criminal "Eli" who chipped some paint off a big ones hull in the middle of a xeno-hairball*

Anybody came looking for me?
19 Feb 2023, 6:12pm
"YES!" said Creamy with enthusiasm, much louder than he had intended.

The First Drink free and Cocktail challenge had brought in some customers, but not many interesting people. There had been the nutter, the guy that sat at the bar and read poetry, and Mrs Muir, but after she had left, no one worth remembering had been in. Nubs was the shining light in the dull world Creamy had volunteered to inhabit.

"Looking for you ay? Well, there were two sisters, obviously bounty hunters that hate men, but that's because of the work they do, and type of guys they meet on the space lanes. I mean, if they would just lighten up a little and kick back.. but thats by the by"

"Um, there was the chap with the stiched-up eye and long purple hair. Oh, I don't mean his eye was conned into buying a time-share, I mean it was, stitched shut" Said Creamy supplying sowing motions to help his explanation.

He started mixing a tomato juice and tabasco for Nubs while he looked into nothing, thinking of more outlandish people that could be looking for his friend.

"How could I forget the dapper cad with the goaty in the red suit? He was all 'I'm not the devil. Why do people keep saying that? Gahr!' Then he tried to sell me some old-timey spectacle that would let me see what women are thinking"

Pushing the drink in front of Nubs, there was just one more interjection left.

"Then this cat came in and meowed at me, so I gave it some milk. It could have been looking for you, but I don't speak cat, so I don't know for sure"
22 Feb 2023, 2:28am
Quietly, a young woman clad in teal armor wandered into the Galactic Bar, taking a seat at one of the empty tables. Sighing, she closed her artificial eyes for a moment, before waving towards the bartender.

"One Ol' Sol, please," she spoke, quickly and straightforwardly. Taking a small handheld data pad from one of her many pouches, she began reading through some documents. Her eyes scanned the screen, as she idly scrolled past. Humming at some points, the woman took a brief look around, seeing if there had been any interesting fellows around.

"Input Details? Blegh. Should've saved last time, damn." She quickly pressed a bunch of buttons on-screen. Then, she began quietly typing and at some point inserting a scarlet-colored data plug into a data socket on the pad. "Let's see if there's any activity from the other Knights... Probably not, frankly. Should probably head out soon for some bounties, too. Hrm, hrm. So much to do, so little time."

Idly, the woman continued on, doing some administrative tasks from the quiet of her corner, though remaining open enough to allow any interesting conversations to start.

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