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.
26 Apr 2023, 8:08pm
"What me? Yes, no. I mean like, no not now, or, um, ever you know?" Said Willow looking up from her pad caught completely by surprise.

She put her device down and tried to catch up, and had a go at making sense this time around.

"So ok, what I mean is like, the system I'm from was like Imperial last week, but it's Federal today. But like, don't change the colors on your ship just yet, because we'll be Imperial by Christmas you know?"

Willow sank into her memories for a moment, remembering what it was like calling Calhuacan home.

"Yeah I guess like only like, 20% of the people cared either way in Calhuacan. Like, when the leadership changed, all we really noticed was the tax rate and the public holidays you know? Oh, and I guess who's face you got to see on the holo-ads. As for this shooter, I've kinda. . I've been off refreshing my skills.. for like EMU and work.. stuff"

Saying she had been in a mercenary camp learning how to protect her self a little after running to the edge of that galaxy sounded way too heavy for a getting to know you dinner.
26 Apr 2023, 8:26pm
"Any reason to step on an oppressive dictatorship like Torval is a reason worth pressing" said Ephrain without looking up from his pad.

Mark stopped eating but kept his face down as he spoke.

"The house Torval is shameful, and they should be forced to abdicate, but it's more than just a bit 'unfortunate that Caine-Massey executives deployed their security forces' to murder innocent Imperial people on guess-work and speculation" Mark's voice was soft, but it had an edge to it.

Ephrain look side long at Mark with a raise eyebrow.

"Is that what you really think? I would have thought you'ed be glad Imperial law enforcement were being culled. And, are you sure people in your position are allowed to have seditious opinions?"

Damran mentally facepalmed. He’d bought up politics on a table of strangers he was supposed to be bringing together.

"I've done fucked up" he said under his breath watching Mark silently seethe while that cocky smile Ephrain wore so well grew a little more smug.
27 Apr 2023, 5:25pm
Galnet narrated a report about Aegis having sent probes a little deeper into the impenetrable clouds that always backed a Thargoid incursion giving Damran a lifeline to cling onto.

"Hey now that could turn the tide. If'n we know what's in there, maybes we will find a way to turn the those death-flowers back, or at least hit'um where it hurts" chirped Damran trying to change the subject to something more positive.

Mark snorted, still sounding serious, and still looking at the food Damran had paid for, gave his opinion.

"All we can do IS run. By we, I mean the people that the Thargoids shit on from above. The Thargoids turn up, ravage the system and bring down anything the millinery sends up. Once they decide to take your home, it's just a matter of time before they have it"

"For once I agree with the downtrodden Imperial" said Ephrain still not looking up from his expensive holo-pad. "No line can be drawn against them. They establish no beach-head we can strategize against, or attack, and they drop out of witch-gates we can't close right on top of their target"

Glancing up at the people on his team for the first time, Ephrain raised his eyebrows and explained the facts as he saw them.

"All we can do is evacuate and rebuild after they have left. Killing them is like exterminating cockroaches with a nail. No matter how many we kill, 20 more have got past the defense force, and attacked what they are supposed to be defending"

"As for the pilots that talk about their 'experiences' " he said dismissively getting back to his pad. "It's easy to kill a few bugs at the edge of a swarm and then run when the hivemind notices you. Just don't expect me to call them 'hero' when the Thargoids are still dictating the pace of the battle"

"As Mark said, protect the evacuation, and then leave the area. If you must seek glory in pointless combat when everyone is dead or gone, keep the war stories to your self"
28 Apr 2023, 2:49pm
She was going to tell the guys about the times she went to harvest Meta Alloys from Thargoid sites without any problems, but Willow felt admitting to these people that she was a pilot felt like a bad idea. She could make the months wages in one day flying her Python, and explaining she needed real work to keep her head straight was too deep to get into with strangers. Besides, the Goids were still attacking a few systems back then, she didn't want to sound like a Goid sympathiser.

“So I was out with a salvage team in the Coalsack a while back. And like, the commander would stop off to snag a few Meta where they could, and we never had any problems outside of dropping a few Alloys to keep the Goids busy if they hyperdicted the ship”

Damran and Mark were listening, but Ephrain was neck deep in his pad.

“So yeah, I know they were all pissy about some places, but like, then they changed. One day it was like “stop and search the monkey people”, and the next they were like, death to all humans. I gotta wonder what the hell was in that pulse that Salvation set off that sent them nuts you know?”
28 Apr 2023, 8:29pm
I looked around the marketplace, not interested in any of the merchants trying to sell me something at an overly high price. They were of no value to me, and I quickly located the place that I was searching for.

I headed for it, keen to get away from the stalls looking to part me from my money - just as much as I was to leave the docks, not feeling safe there. If I could feel safe anywhere besides my ship at this point. I stopped by the bar's entrance. Why was I here again? I was never drawn to social places, particularly not bars, and the neon lighting was not pleasant to my eyes.

'Ah, screw it. You came here for a reason, Kira, so go inside and find out what it is.', I thought to myself, and entered.

There were surprisingly few people inside, given the time of day. I found myself a quiet corner away from the activity, and started observing - I still felt a little awkward. Things were not helped by the way the Artemis suit highlighted my hips, but I figured it could be worse, if I was in the standard-issue flight suit. I never wore it now, due to it leaving little to imagination about the female body.

Some were civilians, others looked like pilots. My interest in the people and conversations quickly faded, so my attention turned to anything that wasn't a person, or the various alcoholic beverages present. Most sounds became a blur in the background, until I heard footsteps approaching, very clearly in my direction, but ignored them. Whoever was coming close would also see the knife attached to my back, just below the waist.

"You seem like a newcomer. Are you lost?", a man, positioning himself to my left, asked.

"No, I'm not lost.", I replied, keeping a stiff stance. "And I would appreciate it if random strangers didn't just walk into my personal space unwarranted."

I turned to face the man, arms crossed with one leg placed ahead slightly, studying his appearance. A civilian, not a pilot, judging by the clothing. He was also giving me a funny look, presumably for the somewhat hostile statement.

"Whatever I did to you?", he wondered.

"Nothing personal. I'm not much of a people person." I turned away. "Particularly when it comes to strangers approaching me from behind when I'm not looking."

"Sounds to me more like you need to relax. Want a drink? I'll pay for it."

This was starting to feel uncomfortable. I turned to him again, hands on hips. I also subtly checked for the presence of my knife with my right thumb - still there.

"Listen, for one, I'm not interested in your proposal out of nowhere, and I don't drink either. Find someone else to chat with a drink to, please. I'm not the conversation partner you're looking for."

"Relax. I'm not about to try anything. I just saw you alone in the corner and thought you wanted company."

While the man was, in a way, right, as I was shy and found it hard to approach strangers directly, something didn't quite feel genuine - or right - about the way he approached me. My left hand remained on my hips, while the right nervously swung back and forth, close to my right thigh.

I wasn't sure how to resolve this without a conflict, and looked to the people around the bar, hoping for someone better at social things than me, or just not in a conversation already. The last thing I wanted was for this to escalate and bother everyone.
28 Apr 2023, 9:19pm
"Weelp! Iy tri ta avoid anything Goid. I hit a pocket of that slime they use with my welder and this is the result" said Danrun showing off his heavily scared face with its impressive network of cybernetic implants.

"Mi lungs didn't do well either'n I only got a snifter of the vapors" He said waiting for the usual questions. They didn't come.

This team was going to be tough to work with. One was rightfully nervous, the other guy was an asshole, and the girl looked like she's jump out her skin if he surprised her with a question. She already looked like she'd dropped dead a few days ago.

"Well ok, I think that about does it. We gotta be up early, in like, 9 hours so's we better call it a night" said the chief standing up, patting his large belly.


Last edit: 28 Apr 2023, 9:54pm
28 Apr 2023, 9:53pm
That was a relief. There was a message from Descartes, and she really wanted to read it, but she didn't want to be as rude as Ephrain and get into her own stuff while she was supposed to be getting to know her work team.

"So um, thanks for the food and drinks .. Cheif?" she ventured nervously. "And like, I look forward to working with you guys" was said out of politeness rather than anything else.

The Imperial guy was ok; uptight, but then most Imps were, but the other guy didn't seem like an engineer at all. He was more like a pilot, and Willow should know.

She was heading for the door when she saw a face she recognized. The woman was a stranger, but Willow saw the pain of trying out the bar scene, and getting in a situation. It was the sort of face Willow wore every time she went where there was a crowd.

Waiting for the guys to get ahead of her, Willow bunched up some courage and ignoring the shudder in the small of her back. She walked up to the black haired woman in the Artemis, and the bar-fly guy, then made with the 'I know you' act.

"Hey Dee, like, long time no see" said Willow with what she hoped sounded like genuine pleasure "So ah, do you want to, like, get a drink and catch up?" she said holding her hand out for the woman's arm.

As soon as she opened her mouth, Willow felt like she had made a big mistake.
28 Apr 2023, 10:30pm
I watched a black-haired woman with rather pale skin - significantly more than I thought my own was, not that it looked bad - approaching, after concluding a conversation with three other people, all men, one of whom had a rather imposing figure and a few cybernetic implants in his face. I thought she'd help me out, until I heard her greeting.

"Hey Dee, like, long time no see. So ah, do you want to, like, get a drink and catch up?"

I watched her held out hand in confusion, then at her face, and back at the guy talking to me. He merely grinned and stayed to observe, with a distinct 'You're in this one on your own' expression. I looked back at the woman and hesitantly spoke up.

"So, uh, yeah... I don't want to embarrass you or anything, but uhm... I'm not sure who Dee is, and I don't think we know each other? I certainly don't remember us meeting, or, anything like that really."

I felt a certain pang in my chest and my cheeks become warm, partly due to the awkwardness, and could only presume I was blushing. If the other woman felt similarly, it escaped my notice as I tried to look for any other thing to focus my gaze on, than her. Not from trying to avoid it, but more just feeling embarrassed myself.

'From one hole into the next', I thought, and waited for her to speak up again.
28 Apr 2023, 10:54pm
That's not how it was supposed to go. Willow looked between the two people trying to work out what to do next, but nothing came to mind. That thing always went so well in the holos.

Reality was way more complicated, and now it had gone off script, again, Willow was lost.

"Oh right, because like, I was trying.. I mean, you could.." Once again the Altairian skin covered a hot blush, and Willows bravery for taking to strangers left her.

"Like, sorry, I'll just go I guess?" she said pointing at the exist as if asking for permission, before remembering she didn't need to ask.

"Yeah, so er, sorry"

With the shame burning on her face, Willow did a terrible job of looking casual as she turned to leave.
28 Apr 2023, 11:21pm
The other woman was just as timid as me, I realized. It certainly seemed so. And her pale skin only just about seemed to conceal her blush. I felt terrible, and called out.

"Wait! Wait. I didn't... I didn't mean to ..." I stopped. "Ugh, god. Sorry. I'm so terrible at this... why did I even come here?"

I felt like finding a corner to curl up in and cry. There wasn't much else my mind could seem to find a consensus on, as my gaze fell upon the man who started this.

"You... go. Get out of my sight before I don't want to see you any longer."

I practically pushed him out of the way, rather than waiting for him to move aside. I had my eyes set on a lonely, empty couch that I could have all to myself, and where no one would watch me. It felt like no one would care either, being in a bar.

Other than the strange man who kept looking at me, and I should have realized then his interest wasn't just in a woman that he happened to think looked pretty. But my mind was already so far removed from the exchange with him that I didn't even care to see him walk out, and just let my emotions take hold.
29 Apr 2023, 10:25am
Dim lights of the stations evening stetting let the sign of the Galactic glow warmly, greeting Creamy as he entered. By station time, it was late, but Creamy was still on Irrational Exuberance time. The bar was near enough empty, so the evening staff were using the lull to clean up.

After nodding to some, and waving to other members of the staff, Creamy took off his tailored jacket, and slung it with a practiced hand on to a coat hook at the back of the small stage. Sitting down in front of his piano, he looked at the die-hard lingerers and travellers that, like him, were not on local time.

Pushing the mic aside, Creamy let his fingers do what they wanted on the keys. They always found a tune when he didn’t know what to play, and that meant he was free to ponder the faces that hadn’t even glanced up to see who had added a backing track to the evenings winddown.

The older man desperately hanging on to what was left of his hair, hugging his clear sparkling drink that had lost its bubbles while he stared beyond the walls of the station in to Infinite space could have amazing stories to tell about the man he used to be.

Words had power, and a kind word could be the gentle lift someone needed to finally see a light from a dark place. The other side of that meant narrow mindedness, or an off-hand insult could just as easily be the final straw. Creamy took the position of Barman very seriously. The barman was the only person in the place everyone would talk to, even if they only drop a glass in front of him and said, another. Everyone talked to the barman, so Creamy made an effort to listen, and be everyone's friend that always had a kind word to say.

Before taking on the awesome responsibility of being behind the bar, Creamy was happy just being the piano man. He noticed what tune his hands had settled on, it was sad and sweet and came from the first time a girl had broken his heart. With a sad smile he looked over to the booth he was sitting in with less than one hundred credits to his name, when he first saw another woman that had also taken his love and left him alone.

This was the Galactic. The next person to walk in could become the most important person in your life, and anything could happen.
29 Apr 2023, 1:18pm
I was woken up by the sound of a piano playing, finding myself laid sideways on the couch that I’d claimed, undisturbed by other visitors or staff. They probably thought I was sleeping off a hangover. My eyes felt dry, red, and tired.

I couldn’t remember much from the previous… day? How much time had passed? I wasn’t sure. My body clock hadn’t felt functional for over half a year, now.

My mind kept circling back to the woman I’d… ‘met’, for lack of a better word. Thinking about how I could have done anything to not make a complete mess of myself, or a situation where someone approached me in earnest.

A way to undo the - it felt like - colossal screwup I made, reminding me just how bad I was with people. Why I stayed in my ship, alone. Or with machinery that silently watched, wouldn’t judge if I messed up. I wasn’t even sure whether she was still here, or had left.

I didn’t want to look, face my mistake. So I kept my eyes closed. The sorrow tunes of the piano weren’t helping my state of mind, and I decided it best to slip back into the embrace of unconsciousness, letting my mind wander dream space.

I turned myself around to face the back of the couch, and quietly continued to cry, the noise hidden by the music. Eventually, it all faded away again.

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02 May 2023, 8:03pm
This was going to be an argument, Damran could feel it. Mark would be ok; hell, he wouldn't know any different because the agency had his contract. If Citi messed the agency around, they would take their small army of laborers and engineers to another station.

Willow was a soft touch, but he had a feeling treading on her could have consequences. It's always the quiet ones. Ephrain was going to be the problem. He was the type to know the rules, and you could bet he'd work to the letter if he felt Citi was pissing on him.

Just as Damran was gnawing the meat off the last hot-wing on his plate, Mark and Ephrain came in. Ephrain already had his pad out with company meal chitty on screen.

At least Damran had enjoyed one plate of wings before his team upset his appetite.
02 May 2023, 8:52pm
I’d gotten distracted again after answering a communication on my ship, resulting in at least another day spent poking around the station. But now, activity seemed to be winding down around the interesting places… or perhaps it never was too busy to begin with, at the moment.

That’s the impression I was beginning to get, at least - often, a path would be blocked either by a door that was powered down and sealed, construction work, or both. Most of the people present appeared to be either pilots bringing in supplies, or construction workers, too, if they weren’t visitors or locals.

And with there being little left to look into around the market or elsewhere, I’d decided to head back over to the bar… though, without much of a plan. I stayed outside for a moment, requiring some internal convincing to go in again, after my last experience.

Things were still looking rather quiet, and I only spotted one group of people inside. One of them seemed slightly familiar, but I couldn’t quite recall why, and I certainly didn’t know any of them.

Deciding it was best not to bother them as a result, I kept my distance, and instead snuck over to the back wall, looking out at the ships coming and going from the station. If anyone did want to speak to me, I’d at least be a little less out of my comfort zone.
02 May 2023, 9:07pm
The guys were already in the bar. Mark was eating something like Willow usually goes for, a cheap prepacked meal that was so processed it would probably stay fresh out of the packet for a few weeks. Damran was eating a very humble meal by the evidence his belly showed, but he did have a glass with a few hits of something golden brown in it beside his beer.

Taking her chitty to the bar, Willow looked to see what she could buy, well, redeem against its value. It wasn't a lot. This is what Citi was giving the work-crews instead of the meals they were promised. On top of the increased hours, Willow was beginning to regret trying a slice of the real life.

Taking her plate of lab-growen food to the table where the rest of her team were eating, Willow quietly sat down and deliberately took the small jar of extract out of its place in her kidney pocket where it would stay warm. Using the clear plastic rod connected to the lid, she drizzled the thick tar-like stuff all over the meal.

"So, Damran, like, what happened to every meal is a banquet, and every pay-check a fortune?" she said with uncharacteristic directness.

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