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.
01 Apr 2023, 11:34am
Oh thank you! *admires the necklace*

*sniffs the drink* Wostasher... this is more of a gazpacho than a drink... what a great idea! *dips bread in it and munches*

Oh no worries about it. I'll go ask the fagot cult whether they have seen Arty. They sound like a musical bunch... Maybe they know what the Thargoids are singing too... I'm in the guise of an imperial (though I serve an entirely different court) so they don't need to be afraid of me.

*nyam nyam* this, *indicating the drink with a piece of bread*, is great!

Anyone know what these squadrones are I hear radio chatter about? Should I do something with those?
01 Apr 2023, 12:10pm
'I am glad you like the drink. I had a feeling you would.'

Silvia walks back over to the bar and takes a seat next to Eli. The mention of squadrons strikes a pain in Silvia she had been attempting to smother. Tears well up in her eyes and she begins to sob quietly. In a muffled voice just barely audible to anyone within 4ft she says to herself.

'Why Venus? Why did you have to leave me? I wasn't ready for this. Not now.'

Silvia manages to get her emotions under control and turns to Eli. She takes a deep breath before speaking.

'These squadrons you mentioned are groups of independent pilots who band together either to fight off piracy, thragoids, go out on expeditions... etc.... As far as doing something with them, that is your personal choice. I am currently not aligned with any but there may be some out there that are looking for Artie D-2 just the same as you. You just have to listen to the chatter to find the right group.'

With that Silvia proceeds back behind the bar to wait for any further guests who might arrive that are looking for a drink.
03 Apr 2023, 10:06pm
Oh okay! I'll do that.
Thank you.

Oh I'm not very aligned either. Just having fun. And trying to help.

Ummm... I don't remember leaving you. But... that happens. I don't do it to hurt anyone.
Ever seen a Tabutan zebracat and a LASER pointer? *hmhmm* Like that...

Oh and I'm Eli. Eliza.
04 Apr 2023, 1:43am
'Haha no not you. Venus is my....... was.... yes was. My wife. She died recently.'

Silvia's face turns solemn at the thought of watching Venus die in her arms. She dips her head and closes her eyes. She places her arms on the edge of the bar and leans forward onto them. Not having seen where she had placed her hands she slips. She manages to catch herself just before smacking into the bar top.

'Huh so that's why you always watch where you place your hands.'

Silvia looks up at Eli and smiles.

'Tabutan Zebra cat? Can't say I have. I have seen all manor of wildlife, being a Xenobiologist I have encountered many creatures. The most memorable would have to be a Vulptex. Particularly fiesty those ones. That's how I ended up with this cybernetic implant.'

Silvia points to her exposed shoulder. She looks up and notices for the first time Elis appearance is not exactly normal.

'Are those horns? Fascinating!'
04 Apr 2023, 11:05am
Creamy paused at the door and checked his suit in the dim refection of the bar window before he went in. It was nice to be off duty for a change, and able to wear what he wanted. With a few unnecessary adjustments to the red suit, Creamy enjoyed looking at himself for a moment before entering the Galactic.

There were a few people in, and seeing the place busy after the Goid attack was heart warming. The ability of people to get back to normal after a tragedy was incredible; even if humanity's 'normal' these days wasn't the sort of civility Creamy could apricate.

The stage was still set up for live music, and Creamys' piano called to him. He liked to play almost as much as he liked preening himself in a mirror. Seeing Nubs energetically explaining something outlandish was always a pleasure, and he used her as a reason to step up onto the stage.

He opened the top of his piano, and stated plucking the intro to Journey of the Sorcerer on the exposed strings. That should get Nubs attention.


Last edit: 04 Apr 2023, 11:11am
04 Apr 2023, 7:33pm
Silvia sees the man enter the bar and strides over gracefully. She lets the notes from the piano dance around in her head. She pauses when she reaches the piano.

'Good evening sir. My name is Silvia Duval.......... wait no Sharpe... My name is Silvia Sharpe. Might I gather your drink order?'
04 Apr 2023, 8:14pm
*hears something familiar rolling off the stage*

Mr. Goodness!
Salivation is hiding in my plasma blaster! The priests at the mBoonies put him in!

*orders a whisky because that's what pianists drink in bars, grabs an empty glass and moves over to the piano*

There you go. *puts down the two glasses and puts some coin in the empty glass*

All set!
Can you play some Philip Glass?
04 Apr 2023, 8:44pm
Creamys' smile grew as he appraised the young lady that had presented her self. He always wore his family crest on his left side, and the Princess' coat of arm on his right breast, or shoulder. Perhaps that's what had made her trip over her own name.

"My pleasure Mrs Sharp, and may I assure you, I will never forget your name" said Creamy without losing his place as he continued to pluck the tune Nubs likes to whistle "The names Creamy Goodness the Third" He said with a curt bow still playing "I'm forth shift's Misologist and Entertainments Manager, and I feel confident I would have known if you had joined someone else's shift. I must say, I'm jealous you're not on my timetable, Mrs Sharp"

The intro was almost done and Nubs short attention span was not on the music right now, as if she hadn't heard the tune.

"I say Mrs Sharp, could you pass me the mixing board control please? Also, I'd like the juice of one fresh squeezed lemon in warm water, please. Still on a cleanse cycle don'tcha know" said Creamy with a disappointed shrug in way of explanation for his mundane refreshment request.

Eli the Dangerous

Mr. Goodness!
Salivation is hiding in my plasma blaster! The priests at the mBoonies put him in!

*orders a whisky because that's what pianists drink in bars, grabs an empty glass and moves over to the piano*

There you go. *puts down the two glasses and puts some coin in the empty glass*

All set!
Can you play some Philip Glass?


It was the verbal equivalent of being ambushed by a pretty girl, that slapped you in the face with wet fish that somehow smelled, and felt, pleasant. The verbose assault made Creamy feel much better, and a little more relaxed after his time on the high-G world, repairing the damage staying on a space station for so long had done to his body.

"Nubs! Fancy seeing you here so soon; what a treat!" said Creamy, unconsciously ruffling Nubs' hair.

He sat down, steepled his fingers and pressed them to his lips, putting on his super-serious face.

"Hmm, do you know why the mBoonies priests put him in your weapons? I wonder, have you asked if Mr So-Called-Salivation if he is happy there?"

He sat back and folded his arms "I mean, personally, I'm glad you're keeping an eye on him. He's a bit of a pill don'cha know"

With that, Creamy sat on the piano stool and started playing Changing Opinion, softly. It seemed fitting.


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04 Apr 2023, 9:28pm
'One lemon water coming right up. Did you say Goodness? As in the famous bee keepers of Cubeo? Oh how I have many questions for you about your families bees.'

Silvia almost seems delighted at the mention of the Goodness name. As a xenobiologist she has been fascinated by all manor of non humanoid life. She glides over to the bar and prepares the drink ordered by the charming man playing the piano.

'Here you are good sir.'

Silvia places the glass on a small table adjacent the piano. She leans in having heard Eli and him conversing about Salivation. She asks polity seeming intrigued

'Does she mean Salvation? I don't not intend to be rude. I just find Eli intriguing. If it wasn't so frowned upon I would much like to study her and her habits. I always have things to learn.'

She grabs the mixtable and places it next to creamy. Silvia goes to turn away and stops. She turns to creamy and smiles.

'Please sir call me Silvia. I am not an Imperial, though I was married to one. Perhaps you met her. If so I do apologize for any grief she caused. She was a loose cannon at times.'

A look of sadness forms on Silvias face. She turns away to hide the tears that begin to fall. She knew it would be quite some time before things returned to "normal" for her and this rather random chance at bar keeping was a good start. Through quiet sobbing breathes she manages to force out a single sentence.

'Maybe...... we could align our shifts...... my schedule is clear for the foreseeable future.'

She takes a seat doing her best to not disturb the meeting of old friends and cries quietly to herself.


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05 Apr 2023, 7:26am
I honestly parked the ship and ran away!

Hmhmm *nod nod* Salivation. The Blaring Witch project. That one. The proof that Big Ones shouldn't extend their lives too much because they go bonkers. *nods again*. There is a kind of "best before" date. I don't know why priests do things. I think they like dresses.
I like dresses... but I'm not a priest. *shakes head*

Anyway... I don't dare talk to the plasma cannon. It looks grumpy and it feels so off... As if you step into a redcaps lair. Brrrr...
Hellas, it deployed my weapons while I was flying into a station! That's not safe.
Fortunately he's in my xenosidewinder. Those demand some skills to do damage. Imagine he was in a furrylance! He could continue his avalanche of destruction.

Study? Me? Sure! Many have tried over the years. What would you like to learn?

Oh! *pushes the whisky over to the lady*
Tears... You could run an economy on those. Can I have those? They seem love and loss related. Those tend to be pretty pure.

For now I follow princess Blue Top. Not for any political direction or anything. Her nose makes me want to ski-jump. Plus she says silly things. I like that. Granny Thorval has something unseelie over her.

*hums along with the music*
05 Apr 2023, 12:48pm
"Running away is a good policy Nubs, especially if your Salvation has gone off. One certainly can't have a weapon that decides when it wants to deploy" said Creamy, wagging a disciplinary finger towards the dock lifts, as if he knew where Nubs had parked her partially-possessed Winder.

"I suppose one can speculate why extinct-dress-priests do anything all day, so that is a big question that goes nowhere, but I don't think you should leave your Sidey in quarantine forever. Listen, I've got a.. .. one of those ships with the progie bits sticking out" he said pointing both fingers forward "and the cockpit underneath between them.. Anyway, I'm taking that to a nearby tekky to have the last AX bits fitted. Perhaps you should come along and have them swap out your poltergeist-plasma for one that only obeys your button-pressing"

Picking up the warm glass of Lemon water, Creamy raised it to Silvia in thanks, and pushed the controller aside. He didn't need it now Nubs was here. Going back the the problem in hand, he imagined what it would be like to be a spirit trapped in a giant heated gas weapon.

"We could even make THED Sally-V Plasma Cannon a special box so he can contemplate how silly it is to call your self Salvation, and think you know better then every one else including the Feds, Imps and Alliance. As if no one would think he wasn't sending out a beacon for the Goids everywhere anyway"

Another thought came to Creamy while he imagined an incorporeal self with in a weapon.

"Hey, do you think if you fired it, it would eject him? Imagen that!"

Creamy put his hands and feet in the air, balancing his bum on the stool as he mimed hurtling through space, launched out of a cannon "Waaaaaah"

"You know, just a few musings on the matter" he said before getting back to the tune he was playing.

It seemed as if Silvia knew about his fathers success in breeding bees, and Creamy would very much like to share his dad's pride in the flagship breeding line he had cultivated over the years, the Goodness Hunchback, once he had caught up with Nubs.

Silvia Sharpe

'Does she mean Salvation? I don't not intend to be rude. I just find Eli intriguing. If it wasn't so frowned upon I would much like to study her and her habits. I always have things to learn.'


Study? thought Creamy. What an odd way to talk about getting to know someone, but then people did use the language in some very strange ways now humanity had diverged from a single planet to many hundreds of star systems and thousands of settlement. Then he noticed Silvia had got a little upset, but Nubs was on the case, and its hard to stay sad when an untethered Nubs is giving you her full attention.

Confident his energetic little friend would sooth the new bar tenders mood, Creamy continued playing the tune Nubs had requested. The style was called minimalist, but Mr Glass certainly wrote music that was complicated to play well.
05 Apr 2023, 4:35pm
Eli the Dangerous They seem love For now I follow princess Blue Top. Not for any political direction or anything. Her nose makes me want to ski-jump. Plus she says silly things. I like that. Granny Thorval has something unseelie over her.


Silvia takes out a small vial from a pouch on her waist and somehow manages to harvest enough of her tears to fill it fully. She places the cork back into the top and hands it over to Eli.

'The Duvals can all go suck on a plasma torch for all I care! They never ever think about anyone but themselves. Just when you find yourself madly in love with them they.........'

Silvia cuts herself short when she realizes her thoughts were not infact thoughts but spoken words. Embarrassed by her unjust outburst she takes the whiskey glass and drinks the entire thing in one go.

'I apologize for my outburst. That is wholly inappropriate. My dearly departed was a Duval. It would seem my frustrations for her are making their way forward. I shall take my leave. If you need anything at all you know where to find me.'

Silvia motions to the bar as she turns away from the duo and proceeds to the counter. She pauses for a brief moment before turning back to Eli.

'We shall have to get to the knowing parts soon enough. Though I fear I may soon find myself inside a black hole.'

Silvia returns to the bar and begins cleaning meticulously almost as if she is sanitizing a science lab.


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06 Apr 2023, 5:16pm
Well... Of course I'll fly with you to an engineer! I have one of those butterfly ships too! Well... more than one. One for exploration, one for being a general pain and one for teaching naughty mushrooms to better not shoot at my ships or hyperdict me.

You know that feeling when something's off? When you get that metallic taste in your mouth? Like when you step into the wrong territory? You know. Other court. Well that's how the sidewinder feels now. All my freckles try to get up and run away.

Oh thank you! *carefully puts the vial away because it contains something very valuable*

Eh? Apologise for feeling? *scratches noggin* but... *doesn't understand*

Even black holes evaporate... everything ends, eventually. But that is why I have memories.

No don't go into a black hole! You'll get a division by zero error. Nothing ever comes out except some feeble Hawking radiation....
They are excellent heatsinks though. Bet you can run a Young double slit experiment with an anaconda in those conditions.

*runs after the lady to pay for the vial with a big shiny red apple*
06 Apr 2023, 7:12pm
'An apple?'

Silvia takes it cautiously. She wondered if she looked. A bit peckish since she just realized she hadn't eaten since the previous night. She take a bite not chewing until she can taste the sweet flavor of the apple to ensure it wasn't poisoned in some way.

'Thank you? I'm not sure why you are handing me an apple though. As for apologizing for my outburst..... it was not apologizing for having emotions it was more so apologizing for my lack of professionalism.'

Silvia takes a small plate out from beneath the bar and place the apple on top to prevent the freshly cleaned bar from becoming sticky again. She looks back to Eli and without thinking of the consequences slowly reaches out while extending an index finger. She gently touches the tip of one of the horns.

'Oh! I'm sorry I should have asked before just touching you. I get carried away at times and it seems this time I was in a different plain of existence.'

Silvia turns away embarrassed at what she had done, her face flushed red. Then she thinks about something Eli said.

'Your sidewinder is acting up? When did you last have it inspected? Sounds to me like you might have a shorted cable somewhere. Have you been anywhere questionable recently?'


Last edit: 06 Apr 2023, 9:14pm
06 Apr 2023, 8:06pm
Eli the Dangerous
You know that feeling when something's off? When you get that metallic taste in your mouth? Like when you step into the wrong territory? You know. Other court. Well that's how the sidewinder feels now. All my freckles try to get up and run away.


“Oh I know that feeling well Nubs, tough I had my freckles eliminated when I was sixteen” said Creamy, remembering what had happened when he walked down the frozen corridors of his lost Anaconda.

The opportunity to do a favour for his red-headed friend made Creamy feel warm inside. Nubs had been kind to Creamy while he was down on his luck. After she had given him a little wire model of a Cobra, Creamys’ luck turned around, and he met the second woman in his life that had made him feel more than lust.

“Capital! I’ll finish this warm lemon and get.. . Oh”

Nubs had already gone to support Silvia, and it was clear the silver haired girl needed someone good on her side. He was sure he knew who Silvia was; at least he had met the young woman’s wife, so Creamy wasn’t entirely surprised she was a bit all over the place.

Still, the tech brokers’ workshop was less than forty light years away, so even waiting for Nubs’ Winder to be delivered, it wouldn’t take long to get there and get the work commissioned. They could be back on Citi Gateway a few hours after leaving.

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