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.
22 Feb 2023, 8:31am
Creamy avoided looking at the young lady's data pad, but did linger on her mismatched eyes for a moment. That sort of thing tended to draw attention once noticed, and Creamy was the type of chap to look a person in the eye when talking with them.

"Here we are madam, one Old Sol compliments of the house. The first drink is free, don'ch know?" said Creamy, indicating the premotion holo on the wall after putting the tumbler down.

"The Galactic Bar is also running a Cocktail Challenge. Your mixologist; that would be me.." Creamy paused for a courteous, shallow bow ".. mixes you a Cocktail, and if you enjoy it you pay, if not, I pay"

Standing straight, Creamy adjusted his waistcoat and subconsciously struck a pose as if modelling for a catalogue shot. He was after all a natural peacock.

"If you're interested, just ask for me, Creamy, and I'll see if I can match you to a drink"

With another shallow bow, Creamy went back to his post behind the bar.
23 Feb 2023, 4:40pm
*climbs on a barstool*

Ah! Aleister Furball the First! Yes! Descendent of the cat that made Erwin S. famous. An entire bloodline that both exists and doesn't exist at the same time.
We were going to discuss a way to be both in the maalstroom and be nowhere near the maalstroom at the same time.
I suspect it'll work better than some anodes nobody tried since the SS Misery.

Mmmm. Tabasco. Thank you!

The devil? Neh... Can't be. I'm a lighthouse, I have no soul A satyr maybe? Too bad I missed that.

Anyway, how be you?

*looks around*
It seems business if picking up a little.

Say, I'm looking for some companions for "intrusive archaeology", to carpetnuke a guardian site and then harvest goodies.
I have no inner inertial compass, so I drive around for hours to find the last pylon... and those drones... yep level everything. Upgrade them to "completely extinct without a trace", morons. I say their means of communicating is what eventually did them in. That's what you get if you think driving around for hours is easier than clicking a link.

Can I have another tabasco? Hold the tomato please.
*puts a vial of pure oganesson on the bar as compensation* (it looks empty)
23 Feb 2023, 5:40pm
The woman nodded to Creamy as he spoke and finally wandered back off. "First drinks ain't too bad, yeah. Don't usually do cocktails, but we'll see. You the owner, or just the hired tender? Either way, quaint space. Name's Lillianna, callsign Rhohain. Nice to meet ya, Creamy." Rhohain bowed, mostly ignoring the man's peacock behaviour before beginning her scrolling through the feed on the data pad, only stopping occasionally to watch a video or read through a news article before idly continuing scrolling.

"Anyhow," she began finally, as she turned towards Creamy. "Y'dont seem like the type of person to be stuck behind a bar. What's ya story?"
23 Feb 2023, 7:39pm
Eli the Dangerous

Can I have another tabasco? Hold the tomato please.
*puts a vial of pure oganesson on the bar as compensation* (it looks empty)



"Aleister Furball the First, you say? Now you mention it, he did have an aristor-catic look about him"

Creamy found an unopened bottle of Tabasco, opened it, and used a knife to pop the plastic spout out its neck.

"Humm, I just so happen to be building my self an AX fleet support ship to help out the pilots that can fight. I'm not very good at shooting people, or aliens dont'cha know. I've explored a Guardian site or two in the past with a little help from IES. Can't say I advise nuking your way to success, but the company of someone to watch your back is very wise. Even better if they know their way around the ruins already"

Putting the bottle of Tabasco down next to an appropriately sized glass, Creamy pushed the odd choice of libation towards Eli.

"And a guide is somewhat more considerate to posterity than guided missiles, wouldn't you agree?"

Then, he started mixing a mint milkshake in case it was needed. As he was mixing it for the person he only knew as 'Nubs' Creamy added some colouring so it looked fun.

Picking up the little vile, he looked into it hard. Because of the person that gave it to him, it could be full of a gas that could make the room smell like chocolate for a week; but it was just as likely to be able to summon a pack of chocolate covered tigers. What ever the case, Nubs usually paid in gems, so she was in credit with the Galactic for about two life times already.

Putting the vile in a safe place under the bar, Creamy turned his attention to his other customer.
23 Feb 2023, 8:45pm
Rhohain

"Anyhow," she began finally, as she turned towards Creamy. "Y'dont seem like the type of person to be stuck behind a bar. What's ya story?"



"Quite long madam; quite long and entirely able to stretch credulity to braking point. A pleasure to meet you, Lillianna, a name as captivating as its bearer" Said Creamy, habitually unable not to flirt.

"I'm nothing to do with management, fortunately. I was first engaged to be the entertainment's director, and then I mentioned I was quite at home behind the bar, and familiar with a galaxies worth of Cocktails; so I was also employed as a mixologist"

Creamy wanted to watch Nubs drink her Tabasco, but he would never give less than all of his attention to someone as interesting as the grey haired woman in front of him.

"Then the Goids attacked, and all my acts had to evacuate. Consequently, I'm also the entertainment. Good thing, I can play almost any instrument and sing in most styles" he said with a self-confident smile on his face. Talking about him self was his preferred subject.

Thanks to his father being a military leader, Creamy had got familiar with a lot of women in the armed forces, and 'Rhohain' had more than a few of the traits he had come to associate with the combat fraternity.

"I say, are you a freelancer familiar with the Guardian sites? Perhaps you should meet my friend Nubs" he suggested innocently. Watching other people try to de-code Nubs was always interesting.
24 Feb 2023, 3:34pm
*not listening in at all*
Hmmm, Freelance. Nice name for a ship. better than Furrylance.

*continues to ponder if snakes would have armed forces*

Oh hi!
*pours the drink in the glass and takes a swig* Ahhhh. Dragonblood!


Last edit: 24 Feb 2023, 3:44pm
25 Feb 2023, 2:05am
Creamy Goodness III



"Quite long madam; quite long and entirely able to stretch credulity to braking point. A pleasure to meet you, Lillianna, a name as captivating as its bearer" Said Creamy, habitually unable not to flirt.

"I'm nothing to do with management, fortunately. I was first engaged to be the entertainment's director, and then I mentioned I was quite at home behind the bar, and familiar with a galaxies worth of Cocktails; so I was also employed as a mixologist"

Creamy wanted to watch Nubs drink her Tabasco, but he would never give less than all of his attention to someone as interesting as the grey haired woman in front of him.

"Then the Goids attacked, and all my acts had to evacuate. Consequently, I'm also the entertainment. Good thing, I can play almost any instrument and sing in most styles" he said with a self-confident smile on his face. Talking about him self was his preferred subject.

Thanks to his father being a military leader, Creamy had got familiar with a lot of women in the armed forces, and 'Rhohain' had more than a few of the traits he had come to associate with the combat fraternity.

"I say, are you a freelancer familiar with the Guardian sites? Perhaps you should meet my friend Nubs" he suggested innocently. Watching other people try to de-code Nubs was always interesting.



"I'd rather appreciate you remained professional as required from someone working this establishment." Rhohain said rather dryly in response to his attempt to be flirtatious. "All you're saying then, is that you're both the Circus Owner and the Clown? Hm, I can see that yeah. Must've been boring as balls if thats your job. I'd rather enjoy staring into a sun with a canopy breach."

"Anyhow. I have tried my hand at those Guardian Ruins, but I had spent several Earth-hours planetside, and I simply gave up and returned home. I've since been involved in Exobiology, made some quick dosh from running across a few planets for a day or two. Don't particularly like the... feel of those places. I'll keep to the safety of the unknowing and all-encompassing of the Black, in general. I like me some bounty hunts and all that too;

Gotta keep the streets safe as they say. Guardians, nah. They're not my cup of tea, and I'd rather pour it for someone else if push comes to shove. 'Goids, dunno. I'd rather keep them out peacefully if it'd be possible, but sometimes a soldier gotta listen even if his morals tell him otherwise. That's just life, y'kno. But whatever, I've got the Knights - a small little squadron of a bunch of rebellious misfits that took to the stars to find a spot to call home. - and Scarlett's Bane, that is my ship. All's good, if I'm to be asked. Life or death don't really change the status quo now." Rhohain hm'd. "Guess you could say I've got... a new view of things." She'd grin somewhat, waving vaguely in front of her own cybernetic eyes.
25 Feb 2023, 9:39am
Eli the Dangerous

Oh hi!
*pours the drink in the glass and takes a swig* Ahhhh. Dragonblood!


Creamy made space for the shorter red-head and watched side-long as she put the sauce to her lips.

Downed in a onner! Creamy cringed thinking about what undiluted Tabasco would do to his cultivated, and well kept pallet. He'd have no chance of regaining his sommelier licence in systems that mattered if he punished his taste-buds like that.

Still, low gravity did let fluids sit in the sinuses killing a persons ability to taste, so a lot of pilots eat unreasonably spicy food just so they could taste something. That was another one of the many reasons Creamy spent a much time as he could on planets with more than Earth normal gravity.

Rhohain
" Rhohain hm'd. "Guess you could say I've got... a new view of things." She'd grin somewhat, waving vaguely in front of her own cybernetic eyes.


"I'm always professional madam, in every respect" said Creamy with a curt tilt of the head "And your right, preforming is ones passion, but I have never considered the circus"

He glanced at Nubs now she was here, wondering if her face was turning red, or she was going to start licking napkins to get the capsaicin off her tongue.

"I was in a rather successful boy band, but my mother put a stop to that. Its still my vocals on their debut album, but I was replaced by a nice chap named Jeff on the promotional marital. Still, that's all produced and marketed, I wasn't even aloud to play my own instruments. One is just given a persona, and kicked out on stage with a producer shouting dance monkey; so thats pretty close to playing the clown one would imagine?"

Visions of the many performances he was engaged to deliver being cut short, or cut off drifted past his minds eye.

"Yees, attempted kidnapping, successful kidnapping and crazed murders have curtailed far too many of my chances to shine" mused Creamy before he gave his full attention back to Lillianna

"I've done a bit of the old Exobiology for the IES dont'cha know? Got m'self the rather nice blue livery for the Arti when I was out looking for my uncle. Found his last camp about thirty-six thousand light years from here. Poor chap" A moments morose passed a grey cloud over Creamys' bright, friendly face.

"Still, the life of the solo explorer isn't for me, I like people too much to leave them all behind. Even if most of them talk with a loaded gun, and are unable to engage in polite conversation with out posturing"

"Well, enough about me, that grin tells me there is something worth sharing in regard to your enigmatic 'new view'. Perhaps you could tell us about it while I mix your cocktail" said Creamy placing his hand on Elis' shoulder.

"No cocktail for you Nubs" remarked Creamy getting back behind the bar "You always pass out after the first sip"
25 Feb 2023, 6:31pm
I don't blame you for not wanting to go to those guardian sites. I don't plan on sticking around there very long. More along the lines of:
  • Rain destruction.
  • Wait till the radiation levels drop.
  • Plop down.
  • Drive around.
  • Collect everything that isn't glass.
  • And off we go!

Exobiology is fine, but I keep my window closed. To it I'm exobiology...

Had a bit of a clogged nose. that drink unclogged it. Perfect.

"No cocktail for you Nubs" remarked Creamy getting back behind the bar "You always pass out after the first sip"

But I never order cocktails, or anything ethanolly, it always gives me a head nebula. Not sure which one.
Some people ask me to help them and taste them.... and then that happens. *hmhmm*

Speaking of tails, did sir Aleister leave anything for me?
27 Feb 2023, 3:08am
Creamy Goodness III "Well, enough about me, that grin tells me there is something worth sharing in regard to your enigmatic 'new view'. Perhaps you could tell us about it while I mix your cocktail" said Creamy placing his hand on Elis' shoulder.



Lillianna shrugged and waved somewhat, as if to indicate to the man to start cocktailing. "I'm no military personnel myself, but my parents are. Didn't really like it myself. Sure, I'll wage war if necessary, but I'd rather prefer working from behind the lines organizing everything. I was born in the Federation - Mars, to be precise. Learnt as much as I can about warfare and laws, but that was never my end-goal. My parents wanted me to become Military and get into some government position. Neat and all, but in the end my allegiance with the Federation is that of birth, not of loyalty. I do have some patriotism out of respect of those who came before me and fought for what I can now achieve, but that is all.

I'm no killer, no pet for some commanding officer's crimes of war. Never have been; I respect authority only if they can respect me, otherwise I will be the one to bring it down. That's the only way to survive, these days.

My views are rather simple, but between my teenage rebellions and my adult life, I find it remarkably freeing that I have, to some extent, become the Lone Wolf of the pack, but I seek bonds and alliances whenever possible, simply for selfish gain. Helluva hard time surviving if you don't. Some may call it cliché, but that took me a while to figure out. I only fight if it is against pirates, criminals, or other people of similar nature.
It took almost dying to truly see that the path I was on, wasn't the path I was destined to be walking. So I changed, a lot. These days, I organise jobs for me and another Commander. She's not particularly people-inclined; Barely speaks even to me and hell, when landing she keeps to her ship. Barely ever steps out. Can understand, but damn at some point a spaceship starts getting cramped as well. I'd trust no other with my life. Now I spent most of my time hauling cargo and taking note of some funky plants in the black to sell, alongside the searching for the occasional fun-sounding job to do. You could say I've got an early retirement. Simple stuff, really."


One life story along, the woman sighs in such a manner that could only be taken as a question for silence. It seems the conversation had gone deeper than intended, as Lilianna reflects on her past. How she became the woman she's grown to be, compared to the brat of a rebel in her youth.
27 Feb 2023, 12:39pm
Eli the Dangerous*hmhmm*
Speaking of tails, did sir Aleister leave anything for me?


“Fraid not Nubs; he left with a mild air of superiority, but that’s normal for a cat I think; but I left you a note after our second meeting”

Creamy checked the customer archive and retrieved Nubs’ message. It was about two years old; he printed it out and handed it to his friend.

Thank you for the little wire Cobra good luck charm. Thanks to you I have met the most wonderful young lady, and my fortunes have changed for the better. I named a ship after you, and I owe you as many Pangalactic Gargle-Blasters as you want.

All my thanks, Creamy Goodness the Third

Rhohain "I'm no military personnel myself, but my parents are. Didn't really like it myself. Sure, I'll wage war if necessary, but I'd rather prefer working from behind the lines .. ..

Creamy got on with mixing a drink while he listened to Lillianna. He had finally realized that Nubs was talking about alcohol when she said ethanol, so this time he mixed a sweet and spicy fruit drink that looked entirely black in its glass tumbler. Liquids and powders were added with the usual acrobatic flair of their containers, after all, half the cocktail was the spectacle of watching it being mixed.

Still making eye contact to show he was listening to Lillianna, Creamy found a steel syringe-looking device with an umbrella like tip instead of a needle. He dipped the nib in the black drink and span it as he pulled it back, injecting its contents into the drink.

Rhohain
My views are rather simple, but between my teenage rebellions and my adult life..

It was like listening to his own life story, and Creamy could feel himself nodding his agreement and understanding when he decided what Cocktail he was going to mix for Lillianna. He knew flipping and spinning the bottles was not going to impress her, but Nubs would enjoy the show, and it was why he was employed as the Galactic's Mixologist, so the glasswares’ arial acrobatics continued.

This drink was a two leveled Cocktail; Creamy had a thing for separated spirits and liquors in the same glass. A slightly bitter viscus coffee-like liquor sat on top of a creamy-white base. A half measure of this and that, were added to improve the flavor of the main ingredients and change their properties so they would behave in the glass the way Creamy wanted.

Rhohain ..alongside the searching for the occasional fun-sounding job to do. You could say I've got an early retirement. Simple stuff, really."


“Good heavens” said Creamy once Lillianna had finished “Change the Federal background for an Imperial flavor, and that could have been me you were talking about”

Creamy smiled, shaking his head.

“Knew I saw something below the surface when I spotted you. Whats’ that rather fun term people use for like-minded strangers? .. . Oh yes, my sister by another mister. HA!” said Creamy putting a thick coaster in front of Nubs.

“Thats what I like about this place, you never know who you're going to cross paths with, what? Well, here we are ladies” Creamy put two very different glasses in front of his customers. “Your drinks”

A short tumbler that was filled with a plain black, slightly oily drink was put on Nubs’ coaster, and a tall desert glass without a handle with a two-tone drink for Lillianna.

“For you Lillianna, I call this one Growing Pains. A little bitter to start with, just like remembering what we were like before we knew better. It gets a hint of sweetness as the two layers mix, and then it's all good at the end. On top of an Old Sol, and assuming you have a normal constatation for alcohol, it should make you ‘Squiffy’ at best. I do hope you enjoy”

Turning to his red-headed friend, Creamy raised an eyebrow.

“For you m’dear, a Hidden Nebular” Pressing the glass down on the coaster activated its light and a galaxy-like swirl lit up purple, shining through the black drink. Pin-prick flecks in the glass caught the light a twinkled like tiny stars.

“Guaranteed entirely ethanol free this time Nubs” finished Creamy with a wink.


Last edit: 27 Feb 2023, 1:47pm
28 Feb 2023, 6:51pm
Creamy checked the customer archive and retrieved Nubs’ message. It was about two years old; he printed it out and handed it to his friend.


Oh thank you! *reads the note*

Hey! Good it was a luck charm *smile*.

*watches the show of mixing only ever equalled by a Japanese chef on some waterworld once preparing all kinds of fish tidbits*

Ooooooooh! *stares mesmerised at the drink*
I can see my house from here!

*quiet for a while*

It's way too pretty to drink.
Yeah... Two years...It feels like it was a short while. I seem to have no memory for time. Or time for me is connected to locations and I don't believe it still runs when I leave... or something. I just continue with the conversation I had before I left.
Or maybe it is that I completely forget what I was doing before when something new piques my interest. Then I chase that with all of my attention until I...

Oh! Another bright sparkle!
Eta Carinae going *Pop!*


Last edit: 28 Feb 2023, 7:12pm
01 Mar 2023, 6:07pm
Eli the Dangerous
Ooooooooh! *stares mesmerised at the drink*
I can see my house from here!

*quiet for a while*

It's way too pretty to drink.


Creamy paused for a half moment; that did it, Nubs couldn't have said anything better.

He was self-centred with an ego big enough to have its own gravity, but part of valuing other people's opinion, is being pleased when something he did for them was appreciated. What's more, pleasing people he considered a friend, brought Creamy humble contentment, and humble was almost an alien concept to him.

Instead of spoiling it by speaking, Creamy just smiled a slightly odd smile and shrugged in a 'glad to hear it' fashion.
01 Mar 2023, 9:05pm
Creamy Goodness III
“Good heavens” said Creamy once Lillianna had finished “Change the Federal background for an Imperial flavor, and that could have been me you were talking about”

Creamy smiled, shaking his head.

“Knew I saw something below the surface when I spotted you. Whats’ that rather fun term people use for like-minded strangers? .. . Oh yes, my sister by another mister. HA!” said Creamy putting a thick coaster in front of Nubs.

“Thats what I like about this place, you never know who you're going to cross paths with, what? Well, here we are ladies” Creamy put two very different glasses in front of his customers. “Your drinks”

A short tumbler that was filled with a plain black, slightly oily drink was put on Nubs’ coaster, and a tall desert glass without a handle with a two-tone drink for Lillianna.

“For you Lillianna, I call this one Growing Pains. A little bitter to start with, just like remembering what we were like before we knew better. It gets a hint of sweetness as the two layers mix, and then it's all good at the end. On top of an Old Sol, and assuming you have a normal constatation for alcohol, it should make you ‘Squiffy’ at best. I do hope you enjoy”


"Fates are often intertwined when days are spent lightyears apart. 'Sisters from other Misters' are oft found when they meet in the unknown of Space. Such happened indeed with my companion from the Knights. "

Lillianna arched an eyebrow as Creamy referred to the drink with it's name. "Not particularly certain how to take the implication of that name, my friend. But eh, who cares." The woman took the drink in hand and took a unnervingly large 'sip', letting it roll around in her mouth for a moment.

"Hm. It is... an unnatural assault on the taste buds, and it's rather... unconventional. However, as it grows in character, layers are torn away and a sense of belonging appears; As if time and space were destined to come together within this glass. Not bad. Not bad."

"What's the payment? Seems like payment is due, as per the rules."
05 Mar 2023, 1:33pm
Mneh. I wanted one of those eat-sinks, but I only got to 50% in both community goals. So now they expect me to grind.
I know better things to grind on than materials I need for something I barely care about.

*decides the lightshow has died and drinks the drink*
Liquorice? Hmm =) Thank you!

Knnnnnnnniggits? Where? Do they say "Ni" ?

Maybe I should try and find some squadron or something. Then again... I'm probably too unreliable and whimsical to do something like that. Which then makes me feel bad... You know what? Let's not! I'm about as social as a magnetic monopole anyway.

*mumbling into my glass*

Oki! Enough of that! Let's try to make some space-dried beef jerky!
*skips out the door and waves before disappearing*

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