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.
13 Sep 2023, 10:21pm
I provided Melli with a complementary scratch under the chin before the animal walked off after Venus and Silvia, and called after them for one last time.

"Don't forget to bring pictures when you're back!"

I returned to my seat and kept the earplugs in, seeing as automated tunes were now, and still, playing, waiting for my food. And directed my gaze at Willow. Then back at the door.

"There goes another thing because of Azimuth. At least they're still alive."

I sighed, and leaned back, ready to remove an earplug for when someone did speak to me. The drinks placed by Silvia gave off an ever so faint scent of alcohol, so I kept my hands off them, instead sipping at my fruit juice.
19 Sep 2023, 2:49am
Rob took another sip of his drink. He was paying half attention to the other patrons in the bar. He really should try to make friends. he thought to himself, he was always such a shut-in. His stomach growled "After food." he mumbled to himself then ordered a poutine and refilled his glass.

Who should he befriend was the question he had as he waited.
19 Sep 2023, 10:01pm
Crashd walks in and takes a seat at the bar, motions for the bartender and waits to order a drink.
20 Sep 2023, 4:27pm
The bar, Still familiar, more rundown. As always the usual trader's, pilots, fighters and a few first-timers, perhaps not as busy at the good old days. Drinkers and eaters. No party goers.

The faded cloak, head scarf tied across the mouth, slow walk and slightly stooped shoulders was not exactly a disguise, more of an incognito appearance. Finding a convenient table halfway between the front and rear exit, always on the lookout to see any one that came and went. The order of fresh fruit juice and steamed spicy noodles was the same as ever.

The invitation seemed like a good idea at the time:

THE STELLAR CARTOGRAPHER'S GUILD Mission: To set up a mini bubble at ATHAIP WR-H D11-8524 2,901.90 Ly from the galactic centre.Leaving from Sagittarius A*

To begin with my Anaconda needed be rebuilt with extended range. So far so good, but it took too long to get there and I missed the boat. Okay, rethink. Take a trip round As many nebula as I can. A dozen or so later I arrived at colonia. It turned out to be more distant and lonely than I imagined. So here I am back at the galactic bar, hoping to find a familiar face.
20 Sep 2023, 4:32pm
With a slight hesitation, I look to the patron that just walked in all incognito," mind if I join you, this round will be on me."
20 Sep 2023, 6:55pm
It was not the voice that I had in mind. I raised my eyes to see a bearded man wearing sunglasses asking to join me. What I really wanted was eat my food in silent contemplation and peace, but it was a public place. did not want to appear uncivil. Covering my glass with one hand and gesturing towards the seat opposite with the other.

'Feel free whilst I eat' I murmured a quiet rather husky voice. Unused to speaking aloud.


He seemed friendly enough, too friendly?

Usually I felt out of place for some time after a long trek, even after arriving in such a familiar place. Not this time. More confident perhaps? Nothing to prove. Comfortable in my own skin. Perhaps at last finding inner contentment. Or maybe it was the small announcement I had found in galnet news.

Kohatu was dead. 'Imperial commander Kohatu, long time senior officer, imperial navy died peacefully at home after a long and distinguished career'. I hadn't bothered to read the rest, almost certainly a fabrication. The real truth would achieve nothing.


Last edit: 20 Sep 2023, 7:39pm
21 Sep 2023, 1:36am
Vasil entered the bar, as unassuming as usual, although the black, gold-trimmed flight suit he wore was anything but unassuming. Obviously a custom fit and designed corporate flight uniform of some type, it could just as easily be worn in a board room as it could on a flight deck. The gold trim was just enough to be tasteful and stylish with the only indication of the company affiliation being two small gold pins on the collar, which incorporated the Imperial Eagle into the logo.

Vasil glanced around, thinking he might spot Willow, but not seeing her, he took a seat at the bar and ordered a drink. "Bourbon, straight. Top shelf, if you please."
21 Sep 2023, 1:41am
Drink in Hand I take a seat opposite the mysterious cloaked stranger. As promised I nod the to waiter that I have the check. Looking across the table, may I inquire as to your name?

Thoughts abound as to the origins of this person. Who are they, where are there from, what or who do they align themselves to? Have I been in exile so long that my senses are dull? Alright, enough with all that, just try and have a civil conversation.
21 Sep 2023, 12:27pm
The machine outside the Galactic had some! Taking a bit of sticky tac from its pack, Willow stuck her station ID card to the payment reader.

"Deal of the day please. Uncooked" said Willow, already tasting the Um-meat-abel Mixed Grill, BBQ flavour.

"Today's deal is Unmeatabels BBQ Mixed Grill. Enjoy your purchase" said a cheery computer generated voice as the machine dispensed a pack of Ummeatabels. Willow put the pack on the floor in front of the slot, and stayed crouched down.

"Deal of the day please. Uncooked"
"Today's deal is Unmeatabels BBQ Mixed Grill. Enjoy your purchase"

"Deal of the day please. Uncooked"
"Today's deal is Unmeatabels BBQ Mixed Grill. Enjoy your purchase"

"Deal of the day please. Uncooked"
"Today's deal is Unmeatabels BBQ Mixed Grill. Enjoy your purchase"

"Deal of the day please. Uncooked"
"Today's deal is Unmeatabels BBQ Mixed Grill. Enjoy your purchase"

"Deal of the day please. Uncooked"
"Today's deal is Unmeatabels BBQ Mixed Grill. Enjoy your purchase"

"Deal of the day please. Heated"
"Today's deal is Unmeatabels BBQ Mixed Grill. Enjoy your meal"

"I will" said Willow standing up with her stack of vat-grown protein substitute meat in chemically reproduced flavourings; the hot meal in its segmented tray gently steaming on top of the pile.

Standing up, Willow paused only to retrieve her station ID card with her teeth. Peering round her stack of heavenly mass-produced food-product, Willow advanced like an amateur plate spinner, looking for a seat at the bar.
21 Sep 2023, 3:18pm
Pushing away the overcooked over spiced vegetables, sipped my drink through a straw tucked under my scarf, the best I could do was grunt, Descartes. Looking up again, wondering if he'd ever been close enough to feel the Heat of sol on his face and require that protection of sunglasses, I was glad of the temporary polarising lenses protecting my over sensitive eyes making them appear dull brown.

Trying to clear my throat, ''my apologies I have been away for a long time. Out of practice. It goes with the...'' My voice trailing off as I noticed people coming into the bar.
21 Sep 2023, 3:20pm
In a mirror behind the bar, Vasil spotted a stack of those horrid-tasting synth meals being carried into the place. Even if he'd not seen Willow's pale skin and dark clothes, he'd have bet even money it was her toting around the small tower of psuedo-food. With Willow's near-fanatic drive to eat the damn things, Vasil wondered if maybe the manufacturers used mildly addictive additives to get people hooked. Not that it was a bad business strategy to get consumers to the point they craved your product, but it was a mild business risk. Not a risk he would take, but he admired the thinking behind it.

"Willow," he called out and pushed back a seat at the bar for her. "Have a seat. I see the first thing you do with two functional arms is start gathering synth flavored demi-food for the winter. If you were part chipmunk you could just stuff them all in your cheeks and carry them back to your secret hoard."
21 Sep 2023, 4:26pm
"Descartes," well names Crashd. Nice to meet meet ya. I can understand the out of practice thing myself. You are only the first real person I have had interaction with other than Scoot. either way, I told myself it was time to real integrate myself into the population, so here I am.

Wow, was that it, was that all I had to say after 5 years of self exile? boy am out of touch for sure. Takes another sip of my drink and realize I still have my shades on. Slides the shades to the top of my head revealing the blue-est sapphire eyes one ever did see.

"Sorry about the shades, I forget they are there alot of the time."
21 Sep 2023, 5:37pm
I heard someone had called her name before catching sight of her. Heart jumping into my throat I looked in that direction. I wasn't ready. Do I leave, do I stay. It wasn't really a question. I stay. Perhaps she won't notice me, for a while at least. I tried to focus my attention on my inquisitor.

''It goes with the lifestyle we choose to follow. Crashed? Do you make a habit of crashing to deserves that nickname?'' I asked, only half paying attention to him.

Glancing towards the girl I smiled at the huge pile of food she was juggling. Surely she is not going to eat all that herself. The last time I saw her she was cradling her demolished left hand, or was it the right? Has been too long Descartes, admonishing myself.
21 Sep 2023, 5:59pm
Vasil VasilescuIf you were part chipmunk you could just stuff them all in your cheeks and carry them back to your secret hoard."

Looking past her tasty tower, Willow looked for the guy with the attitude.

"Oh, it's you. Like, with comments like that, you got enough cheek to stuff the whole machine, you know?"

Shuffling closer, Willow dipped down a little.

"Could you like, take the top one please? Careful, it's hot. Hey Vee"
21 Sep 2023, 7:18pm
Vasil took the hot almost-food tray from the top and set in on the bar. It smelled enough like actual BBQ that he was sure the synthetic concoction tasted like the real thing as well. Of course, smell and taste were not indications of quality where vending machines or auto stewards were concerned. But with years spent out in the nothing, Vasil knew that just about anything with enough spices heaped on it could be made edible.

"Hmph. That does not smell too bad considering it is probably grown in a vat. I suppose the cold ones are hedges against future hunger."

Vasil indicated to the bartender that he wanted another bourbon, and with a nod toward Willow, that whatever she wanted to drink was on him.

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