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.
04 Jun 2023, 11:59am
Silvia Sharpe'No Melli is.... *I pause before saying anything more and think about what Willow said.* Yes she is one of the Excel-pets. Keeps me company and sane. She is needed after my...... accident...'



Willow damn near lost it with cute-induced joy when the creature snugged up around her neck, but eventually calmed down enough to talk.

"Like, we all wanted one of these when we were kids, but they were way too expensive for mom. Dad got us a family pet one, but that was like, a cheap knock-off version you know? And you could totally tell it was a robot.

Willow carried on petting the fuzz-balls head and bottom as she talked with Silvia. It was unusual for people to forget Willow, she had a look that not many people when for anymore, and she had talked with Silvia for a little while on a weekend break from the mrec bootcamp while Willow was looking for work.


"Oh right, yeah. I guess it's been a hot minute since we last talked right? I'm like, Willow. You fell off your stool and were like pretty down about some stuff. We talked for a bit before I went job hunting, And this lil guy is Melli?"

"Did she call you Melli coz you're so smelly? I don't fink so, no. Coz you smell so sweet. Yes you do, Yes you do"
04 Jun 2023, 1:45pm
Creamy Goodness III
"Oh, so you're just going to use me for the menu, then break my heart again. I'll survive somehow. Yes good to see you too Mrs Muir, or is that rear Admiral Muir now?" Asked Creamy ripping off a perfect Imperial salute, with the wrong hand after checking out the patches on her fatigues.

"I'm still on the books here, but I sort of got myself into produce supply, so I'm busy hopping between here and agricultural systems. You see, the management were trying to pull a fast one on the independent contractors, causing resentment against the slave workforce because they are protected by their own management company. .. Any way, it was a whole thing, and I lumbered my self with a ton of work for tying to help out"

He shrugged with a lost look on his big friendly face.

"You know me, can't do right for doing wrong. Anyway, look at you! If you're here, I take it the galaxy is safe and we can get back to fighting amongst our selves again"

"How have you been Mrs Muir? I can't imagine what you the Marshmallow must have been through" asked Creamy all joking aside.


"Hm. Have to admit, I've had a chance to become... Rear Admiral, if only my recovery period was longer. Phah", I shrugged and made a silly face after pulling off what people call a 'dad joke', and then proceeded normally. "And... Did I break your heart once? You know, breaking hearts is what I do generally last year", another uncontrollable pun fell off my brain and went through the hole on my face that I should rather use for eating. "So... No, I'm just a flight leader of our joint forces, a rowdy mix of a few AXDF wings and planetary AX militia. And a tech and instructor of sorts. Still on the leave, officially, but we have so much stuff to do to put our little army back together, so that leave is essentially still all about doing my job, but at a relaxed pace. On a procurement assignment right now... Of sorts. Going places, looking for possible supply channels and I really want to get my hands on some of those new scanners, neutralisers, whatever stuff they invented while we've been... Uh. Blockaded. Went ahead of my schedule and decided to detour and take a look at this place once again for a little."

Then, finishing a coffee, I've had to add some sore stuff.

"Nnnope. The Thargoids are wiping the floor with everybody close enough to their big daddy ships. Single ships can slip through, but no way they can do any significant damage. When I've got the news, I was a bit... Sad. We've had no stable source of information for several months, and during the last few weeks before the evac they were literally falling on our heads. Like, ten to one. We gave them a fight, but they just seem... Endless".

I let out a long-drawn sad sigh and looked at the side, where the main bar activities took place.

"But I definitely like what I see here. People still have some hope. The bugs aren't grabbing our systems without getting their blood sprayed over the space, we fight back and, sometimes, we win. And yeah, all the stuff you do here... Consider it a proper contribution. Things might get hard there too, but keeping the morale up is a half of winning the fight. They shoot better if there are no tears in their eyes."

"And, as you might've guessed already, I've almost got myself killed and ended up in a hospital... Again. Phah. That's so me."


Last edit: 04 Jun 2023, 1:53pm
04 Jun 2023, 2:21pm
"I say, that's quite a lot, but it looks like Marshmallow is doing her best to keep you safe. Listen, I fly for a group that's all about evacuation and AX fleet support. I did a few weeks in combat support my self dont'cha know? Noting grand, I still can't pull the trigger on anything, I just hung around the edge of the conflict launching de-con and repair limpets on pilots that needed to run"

Creamy leaned back and got a waiters' attention.

"If you need those sorts of ships at any point, I'll give a good word to the MD on your behalf; should carry a bit of weight. And my Krait two is kitted with the best for AX, so you can have that if you go back"

"Hello Devon" said Creamy addressing the waiter "Another large coffee for the lady, and we'll be having stake please"

Putting Meowers cup on the tray, Creamy face his friend again "I feel like I'm single-handedly supplying all the food for this station right now, so I can guarantee the stakes are fresh and top quality, because I was in the middle of unloading them when Ninette told me you had docked, and I taste test everything thing where I buy it. Just tell Devon here how you like it cooked, and the chef will.. .. Honestly he'll do his best, but he's just a bar chef don'cha know"

After Creamy ordered a small meal for him self and a cheeky glass of cider that definitely wasn't on his dietary green list, Creamy continued.

"The people here have been doing their best to put the system back together after the Goids moved on, but it's not easy. They left noting intact as you know I suppose, being on the front line and all, but the work crews and staff are doing their best to get it back to normal, what ever that looks like now." Said Creamy looking around the bar remembering what it looked like when he came in as Mixologist and entertainments manager.

"Listen, is it indelicate of me to enquirer about what put you in hospital, and wonder why you would go back into the black with those monsters? Haven't you done enough Mrs Muir?"
04 Jun 2023, 4:04pm
Willow Thorn"Oh right, yeah. I guess it's been a hot minute since we last talked right? I'm like, Willow. You fell off your stool and were like pretty down about some stuff. We talked for a bit before I went job hunting, And this lil guy is Melli?"

"Did she call you Melli coz you're so smelly? I don't fink so, no. Coz you smell so sweet. Yes you do, Yes you do"


'Don't get me wrong...... I remember your face sort of..... but not who you are...... there was an accident and I've lost a good bit of my memory from the past year or so.'

I watch closely as willow pets Melli and goes on about her name.

'It's funny you should mention that actually. Her full name is Melitta. It means sweet, honey, or bee. It depends on who you ask.'

Melli begins to chatter at the mention of her name and wiggles around while Willow pets her.

Melli likes this girl. You keep her for me?

Not wanting to cause any alarm about being able to understand the little creature I play it off.

'I'd enjoy getting to know you properly this time around. And like the thing with low G no I'm quite alright up here it's just.... well... I'm prone to falling... just yesterday actually I fell into a 6km deep crater.'

Feeling particularly parched, I wander behind the bar and grab out a glass. Not wanting the same drink I normally have, I decide to make a drink I had just before. A swirling blue liquid with a glowing gel capsule. I pour the neon blue drink into the glass and place the glowing capsule inside. The drink lights up more vibrantly than normal.

I take my seat near Willow and watch as Melli slides down from her shoulders and into her lap.

'She seems to really like you. I guess you have to stick around. *wink* I would hate to have to break her little heart.'


Last edit: 04 Jun 2023, 4:22pm
04 Jun 2023, 4:29pm
"Lost your memory; like for real? Waoh, thats like, a thing that only happens in soaps or holo-games. How does it feel? Was it really an accident? Could you be a reprogrammed slave and like, something whet wrong with the programming?"

Willow lifted Silvia's fringe so she could check for scars.

"Like, the Imps have these guys they call Master Cooks or something, and some people were.. "

Willow saw was she was doing and flushed red taking her hands off Silvias head. She picked up her glass and took a big gulp of wine while her other hand played with Melli's soft ears.

"I'm like, real sorry about that. I got a thing for scars" That sounded weird as she said it

"Oh, but like not a, Thing, like that, it's a work thing" She was still in her overalls with a tool belt on her hip. A work thing, didn't seem very plausible either.

"Not the mechanics work, I do.. Sorry" said Willow giving up, wishing she could fall down her own 6k hole about now.
04 Jun 2023, 5:01pm
At the touch I reel back slightly unsure if intentions but then relax into the touch. I reach over and grab Willow's hand.

'Yes like for real. Amnesia is something that can happen with extreme trauma to the head. I don't really want to dive into the details at least not right now.'

I let go of her hand and move closer.

'I remember my whole life up to the point of the Thargoid invasion. After that point things get spotty. Then eventually there is nothing.'

I look Willow up and down taking in her whole appearance. The overalls, the boots, tool belt. Everything even the attempt to hide her figure.

'Scars huh. Well maybe if you're lucky you'll get to see some of mine*wink*.'

The words come out of my mouth without even a thought about how this person might feel about it. I flush pink again and turn to face the bar. I grab my glowing drink and take a sip while trying to calm my mind.

'Ugh.. I shouldn't be talking like that. Sorry.'


Last edit: 04 Jun 2023, 9:00pm
04 Jun 2023, 5:03pm
I was getting bored of observing now, and played with the two choices in my head - the first was to trot off in a resigned manner, since it seemed obvious that Willow probably really didn't need me in her life, or to try a careful approach. Annoyed at myself for being so indecisive, and at the reluctance within my mind, I quickly put an end to the internal debate.

'Screw it. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.', I said in my thoughts, and carefully moved toward the two of them.

"Hey, you two mind if I... join in?", I asked, letting a light Japanese accent slip through, one that I normally didn't use. That was all I managed before awkwardly standing there, not realizing I'd also stumbled into a slip-up, yet again.
04 Jun 2023, 5:17pm
Creamy Goodness III
"I say, that's quite a lot, but it looks like Marshmallow is doing her best to keep you safe. Listen, I fly for a group that's all about evacuation and AX fleet support. I did a few weeks in combat support my self dont'cha know? Noting grand, I still can't pull the trigger on anything, I just hung around the edge of the conflict launching de-con and repair limpets on pilots that needed to run"

Creamy leaned back and got a waiters' attention.

"If you need those sorts of ships at any point, I'll give a good word to the MD on your behalf; should carry a bit of weight. And my Krait two is kitted with the best for AX, so you can have that if you go back"

"Hello Devon" said Creamy addressing the waiter "Another large coffee for the lady, and we'll be having stake please"

Putting Meowers cup on the tray, Creamy face his friend again "I feel like I'm single-handedly supplying all the food for this station right now, so I can guarantee the stakes are fresh and top quality, because I was in the middle of unloading them when Ninette told me you had docked, and I taste test everything thing where I buy it. Just tell Devon here how you like it cooked, and the chef will.. .. Honestly he'll do his best, but he's just a bar chef don'cha know"

After Creamy ordered a small meal for him self and a cheeky glass of cider that definitely wasn't on his dietary green list, Creamy continued.

"The people here have been doing their best to put the system back together after the Goids moved on, but it's not easy. They left noting intact as you know I suppose, being on the front line and all, but the work crews and staff are doing their best to get it back to normal, what ever that looks like now." Said Creamy looking around the bar remembering what it looked like when he came in as Mixologist and entertainments manager.

"Listen, is it indelicate of me to enquirer about what put you in hospital, and wonder why you would go back into the black with those monsters? Haven't you done enough Mrs Muir?"
"Hmmm...", I wondered about the reply, with my eyes wandering unfocused from left to right, and that's how I saw the waiter nearby. And then the big cup of coffee, that made me instantly feel eager to grab it with my both hands. So, holding tightly onto a cup of warm and tasteful drink that was totally above and beyond when compared to the utilitarian brown 'quick take-off' caffeinated liquid, I said, "oh, thank you. Yeah, just a well done steak, nothing fancy. You may add some sauce if you're in the mood, just not the mayo and not the mustard. But don't worry if you don't, essentially, I just want a piece of real meat, not that synth crap. Thank you!"

"So...", returning to the answer, I said with a kind of a distant voice. "Things are simple. I've done what a soldier, a commander, a proper leader will do, being in a situation like that. I rammed a Hydra. After blasting all its eight hearts away. With dozens of smaller Thargoids swarming all over me, forcing me to evade more than to aim. So, eventually, it laid some hits on me, rendering my weapons and some other systems unpowered. And, at that moment, I was the only remaining survivor from the group of volunteers, group that I led personally to pull the main Thargoid forces away from the transport convoy, full of civilians. So... I rammed it. The bastard cracked in half and died, but I took more damage and we both dropped into the thick Earthlike atmosphere. I can remember stabilising the ship while having a concussion, all that, and then I was picked up by a small rescue party, sent by the AXDF, like, several hours after the battle."

I lit a cigarette, and, remembering Creamy's sharp sense of smell, let the stream of smoke fly away far to the side.

"And no, no worries. You're not indelicate, and I'm just telling the facts, without overloading you like you're my involuntary therapist. Plain facts that had happened already, there's nothing to be done with that, and I'm at peace with all that and with telling you that. Yeah, there are other things, details, that I don't like, but... Uh. That was a complete mess as you may guess."

Making a sip of coffee, I continued.

"Why? I think I belong to all this. I'm at the place where I should be. Maybe where I should've been from the very start. People need pilots like me out there, and I'm glad I can be one of these pilots. A part of the force, doing the good things. A line in the roster. Still a bit faceless, but, huh, as long as I'm doing something that let other people live longer and happier, everything is okay."

"And, your offer... I have to think about it, but thank you. I have to consult the settlement authorities, since they may have their own reasons to stay clear of anything that's not 'independent'. I'm just an AX combat force leader, and I'm in the lead only when we're in our cockpits, I have no power over the settlement politics. But, again, thank you."

"Anyway, how are you doing here after all that", I raised my voice and tried to sound like an insane comic bandit, pointing my index fingers left and right and shaking them as if my hands were pistols, "'Come and get some you suckers blah blah blah!'". Remembering that moment, I even let out a small laughter. "Did you have any other psychopaths here?"


Last edit: 04 Jun 2023, 5:23pm
04 Jun 2023, 5:51pm
"Psychopaths! Do you mind madam? We call them valued customers here I'll have you know, and I haven't had to disarm anyone for a while. But then I haven't really been behind the bar for a while either"

Creamy didn't know the designations of the Thargoid ships, he just listened out for pilots that needed repairs, or those that had ejected so he could get the pod out of there quickly. He did know when the AX pilots mentioned a Hydra was in the fur-ball, Creamys' fleet support ship was busy. Not many pods made it out when a Hydra turned up.

It would be just like Meowers to ram one of those. She'd get out and punch it if that was her only option left.

"If that's your calling Mrs Muir, then answer it, but I'll have you know, in a cockpit face to face with aliens isn't the only place you make a difference. Both my self and Mrs.. I didn't get her last name .. Well, both me and Jacqueline would attest to that. Do you still speak with Jacqueline?" asked Creamy remembering the doctor that had put him back together after Lord Vengerfield methodically, relentlessly, and violently took him apart.

"I wanted to help her get her identity back, but I was all but destitute after that escapade" He paused and shook his head, thankful that what could have been for Jacqueline, never happened thanks to Meowers and.. . some chap who's name Creamy couldn't recall.

"You still in touch with her? Still friends, or more possibly?" He didn't think the doctor would ant anything to do with anyone, good or bad that reminded her of the Vengerfield business, but there was no harm in asking.
04 Jun 2023, 6:20pm
With a clanking of metallic boots, Cass sidles into the bar. They looked, dirty. There was mud staining the otherwise sleekness of the Artemis suit, a couple sticks in their purple hair, which gathered glances from staff. Certainly weren’t making any sort of disturbance, just, wandering over to a stool and ordering Lavian brandy.
04 Jun 2023, 6:21pm
"Hm. Jacqueline?" I raised my eyebrow over the cup of coffee that I held on the level of my face, slowly letting the drink fall down and warm me, both body and soul, from the inside. "You know, we're, like, 'send a heckload of text and then go dark for a several weeks' kind of friends. Seen her once after the rescue thing, she's working in the medical again and seems like getting her formal education completed. But, when we saw each other that time, it was another sad story about people being idiots."

"And, if you're interested... Now I'm 'more possibly', and, to be correct, 'certainly more' with a woman I've met in that blockaded settlement. We were both wing leaders back then, she was leading a wing of locals, and I was flying with AXDF folks. Now... Well, you know how people get their promotions during wartime. Now she's in command of entire... What's left of settlement defences. Space and on-foot. And we coordinate our stuff when we fly. Here, the photo, if you interested", I pulled my communicator out of the pocket and opened the photo gallery.

"Maybe... Another reason for me to keep fighting. Now, we do it together. Maybe... Maybe that settlement is my home too now. At least the bunch of tents and prefabs. But we're going to take the town back one day."

Letting another stream of smoke to the side, I shook my head, like, trying to get rid of something that was on my mind.

"Maybe we're just trying to... Make those sad stories less sad. Forget about the damage we both sustained earlier. And she told she's going to slap the shit out of me if I put my life at risk that way again."
04 Jun 2023, 6:55pm
"Ha! Someone that's going to keep you in check at last. Sounds like a gal you're going to listen to when she says stay in bed for ya own good"

Creamy looked at the photo and let out a long, loud wolf whistle.

"I say, ding dong! She's a cracker. You should bring her along one day before you're back in action; not here, somewhere nice. I know quite a few places that would be suitable, and I promise I won't try to seduce her. We'll double-date. . Unless she's got a genuine French accent, then I won't be able to help myself" said Creamy handing Meowers her device back.


"She's not French, is she?" Asked Creamy mulling it over as the food arrived "Doesn't matter if she is I suppose. Don't fancy my chances with you, a genuine hero around" Creamy saluted again "Seriously Mrs Muir, I'm very happy you've met someone, a flower on the battlefield. I'm very happy for you"

Creamy took his plate and turned it so he could enjoy the aroma of the steamed vegetables, and savor the vapors rising from a stake that had been warmed through rather than cooked.

"Not had much luck in that department m'self dont'cha know? Every time I meet a nice girl, shes.. Well, I'm not her type. There was a very pretty charter-pilot, but the evac-ship I was captaining got hijacked, and there was a big to-do. She didn't care for my insistence on out popping to save a friend. Hay-ho"


Last edit: 04 Jun 2023, 7:28pm
04 Jun 2023, 7:59pm
"Hm", I shrugged. "Thank you. But she doesn't have any French accent or whatever. But, phah, I'm generally bad at telling one accent from another, so don't take it as a total truth..."

"...Aww! Wwat twe? Iw wwat a... A cwuwk of waw wawwed weat?"

Letting the piece of steak fall from my mouth back onto the plate, I repeated: "Is that a chunk of raw warmed meat? Hm. You have a strange steak standards here. I can't say I'm a professional in steak magic myself, but that's... not how it should look and taste. Uh. Anyway, I still have my coffee and cigarettes."

"I don't know. You look totally fine. I mean, should look, for straight women. And, well, me and Mion... Sad things brought us together. And I hope we could build something, but we should dismantle the ruins first. There's no good in running forever. Some of those 'being a couple' things are still difficult to internalise for me. If that makes any sense at all."

"And, uh... Sad to hear about that evac-ship story. Some people are so... Disgustingly selfish."
04 Jun 2023, 8:23pm
"Oh, sorry Mrs Muir, they've prepared it the way I like it cooked. I'll send it back and have them frazzle a fresh one for you" said Creamy calling over Devon and correcting the mistake.

He put his plate on the tray to be taken away too. It would be rude to continue eating while Meowers was platless, but he didn't like to waste good food either, so Creamy asked Devon to keep his plate in the warmer, and he'd have Meowers stake for breakfast tomorrow.

"Sorry about that Mrs Muir, I've bent their ear about cooking the taste out of a stake a few times, so it's my fault they sent it to you in that state"

Picking up his cider, Creamy cleared his pallet before speaking again.

"Doesn't matter how love starts, it's how you continue what? If it's meant to be, you'll make it work together. She'll slow down and wait, or you'll want to run and catch up. Matters of the heart are never simple Mrs Muir, always painful, but you'll never know a deeper joy than sharing your life with someone that cares for, and loves you. . . Unlike Tiana"

Creamy clicked his fingers and swiped his hand across the table as the memory came back clear for a change.

"Her name was Tiana, and she wasn't a charter pilot, she was on the ship security crew. My memory of that adventure is a bit fuzzy. The hijackers put a gas in the life support you see, and I think I spent a fair amount of time hallucinating while I fort my way down to the passengers. It's all a bit hazy until I jumped from the escape pod into the burning station. That pulled me round sharpish I can tell you"
04 Jun 2023, 8:51pm
"Aw don't worry about the steak. Anyway, the Galaxy is a big place and maybe people's steak knowledge just got... Fragmented. And steaks in different places are made differently. Maybe some people somewhere make sausages and call them steaks, phah", I tried to spark up the mood by some silly joking, but some of those relationships topics weren't exactly contributing to being light-hearted. So that I lit another cigarette and said, addressing my words to nobody in particular, somewhere 'to the side'.

"I don't know. It feels good, but still many things are difficult for me. I've never been that close with anyone. And, from the opposite corner of that boxing ring in my head, all my experience just yells at me that's it is something transient, temporary again. And what that 'love' word means anyway? But, on the other hand, it might be a one-in-a-lifetime chance, to meet a person who understands you beyond words. And I think, like, if we stop all that at one point, I should stick to keeping my stuff to myself, back to the okay-face facade. Ah, nevermind. I don't want to dig into the heavy stuff this evening. Not a fan of unloading all my head stuff on friends, you know."

Then, another gulp of coffee.

"Hm. From the poisoned ship to the escape pod and then to burning station. Looks like you've had your share of fun there. And... hijacking a rescue ship? What kind of an arsehole one should be to do that? I hope they're all dead now though."

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