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.

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10 Aug 2024, 2:58pm
"Pfff... Of course I want the details," I chuckled ironically with quite an indicative smirk on my face. "I'd say, I came here for the details, since you insisted on telling them personally, and I did it as quickly as I could. Considering all the... stuff I should be busy with."

"Please, sit on one of the chairs. You may be denied your service or forced to leave the Bar if you refuse to follow the regulations," a standard, bland factory-setting voice of an android waiter sounded nearby. It seemed like the Bar still ran understaffed after the system had been liberated, and had to use these. Employing a stupid enough student or a dropout could've been cheaper than maintaining an android, not to mention replacing one in case of a breakdown.

"See?", I nodded towards the android. "Even that brainless bucket wants us to leave. What a model service. So... where? Ships, maybe? Yours, I guess. I bet you have more of those security bits, if you're concerned."

"...You may try," I added, turning my head to the android.
10 Aug 2024, 3:20pm
"Some people -" I began saying to the robot, leaving a deliberately distinct pause in. "- can't sit on chairs. But I guess your dumb programming doesn't make you see that. Or that personal space is valued."

I sighed, and stood up.

"Come on. Just, my ship. As long as you manage to get in."

I poured the rest of a glass of water down my throat, and then just walked out, feeling tempted to 'accidentally' bump into the stupid robot on the way. Didn't have food, in the end, and was not in the mood for it anyway. Not only because of having eaten just a few hours before already, but also this ridiculous, shitty situation that had no business being.
10 Aug 2024, 3:53pm
I waited for Kasumi to down the remainder of her water and stood up from the floor as well, staring the android right in its plastic eyes with camera lenses for pupils. The android stared at me in return, perhaps encountering some issues with the programming.

"Boo," I added quietly as I got back on my feet.

While I followed Kasumi to the exit, the bartender's voice reached my ears.

"Ma'am... Ms. Muir? Is that you? I saw you on the news recently," he gestured towards the screen which was now showing another shitshower of generic commercials. "What happened there?"

"Yeah, that's me," I nodded as I walked past the bar counter. "Another bunch of idiots. As if the Titans aren't enough of a pain in the arse. We packed them into a transport and sent them to the authorities to sort that shit out. Sorry, have to go."

Kasumi's holo-disguise wasn't actually improving her walking abilities, and, with the hologram being active, her stride looked like that of a person with their pockets filled with lead. So, compared to me, she was a relatively slow walker and it wasn't difficult for me to catch up.

"Yep. Sorry, the bar guy wanted to exchange a few words. I guess I should download that news stuff later, who knows what kind of crap they wrapped my speech into... So, lead the way."



Last edit: 10 Aug 2024, 4:33pm
14 Nov 2024, 1:10pm
I enter the crowed and noisy bar, a bit taken aback by all the activity and the contrast with the quieter docks. 4 years of retirement on a backyard planet populated more by goats and cows than humans really made me forget how busy space can be.

Out of the corner of my cybernetic eyes, I spot an empty stool at the counter. In the short distance between me and my seat, I take in the sights for a few moments and notice the waiters and bartenders robots with their battered paintwork, suggesting the hustle and bustle that regularly goes on here. As I seat and order a beer, I take out a little holo screen and begin to mindlessly scroll through latest Galnet news until one retain my attention. "Deadly Explosion on the Golden Jackal Space Station in the Summerland System". A short whistle escapes my lips. What a mess. Not that I'm feeling sorry for any of those cops and bourgeois but damn, this is brutal. A part of me wonders how many people did it take to fuck up to the point of blowing a part of such a station...

But I soon brush the question aside and begin to check for interesting work opportunities in the sector while slowly drinking my beer.
18 Nov 2024, 6:06pm
Jacob entered in the bar looking around. Then he went to the bartender asking anything good to drink. While the bartender prepares it, he just looks around standing on his feet.
18 Nov 2024, 6:32pm
Rawnu stumbled more than walked into the bar. The usual smoothness to their stride was gone, replaced by something jagged and strained. No one really noticed; it wasn’t that kind of bar, at least not at this hour.

They say Triton hums when no one’s listening.

Their gaze locked onto the bartender, a familiar face in the haze of their thoughts. “Juice. Double. Neat.” The bartender’s brow twitched, barely perceptible. Leestian Evil Juice wasn’t the Commander’s usual fare, not even close, but she poured it without question. This wasn’t the place to ask. The drink came and went in a single motion, and another followed. The Commander’s shoulders eased, slightly, but their eyes—those eyes didn’t soften.

The gate and the key, the sound of...

The past few hours rushed over Rawnu like beam lasers finding their target. A quick glance across the room. No one noticed, no one paid attention. And yet. That feeling of a thousand eyes keeping track, gimballed to their mind. Their mind and...

Sirens. Sirens in the deep...
28 Nov 2024, 3:13am
An odd outlier transmission had been circling across various networks in the Bubble over the last few days, periodically appearing on and overwriting what station monitors and holo-panels displayed in various different forms of a text piece, with its core message remaining the same. Occasionally, it found itself being sent as an inbox message to passing pilots in a system, too.

Now, one of the wall-mounted screens in the bar briefly flickered and glitched, as if it were malfunctioning, before replacing yet another of many Python MKII commercials with an odd black screen, on which a simple message appeared in bold, red letters.

THARGOID RETALIATION IMMINENT.

For a second, the screen flickered again like an old TV refreshing its picture, with a second line of text appearing underneath the first.

BE READY.

After lingering for another few seconds, the message disappeared from the monitor, which resumed its original functionality without the bartender noticing, and began playing another advertisement for the more recently released Type 8 Transporter, accompanied by a happy tune. Perhaps, this transmission, which acted to serve as a warning, had also affected other information display systems elsewhere on the station, and thus could be seen there too.

OOC note - this little thing has nothing to do with the ongoing roleplay between me and Haraldsen, just wanted to drop this in as a light touch here, in light of Frontier seeming to plan to make the Thargoids around/with their last remaining Titan in the Bubble go berserk this Thursday. So they hinted at on their stream this Wednesday, at least.
28 Nov 2024, 6:34pm
I was wondering from the opposite end of the counter how much paranoid (or a massive of a bounty on their head) someone would need to look around as much as the agitated person sitting a few seats away from me with their juice, when the screens around us flickered. I grab my holoscreen, trying to check the communications, only to discover the same sinister message, giving me bad cold sweats.

"What's that bordel..."

As the screens go back to normal, I notice a notification from the Galnet News app. I try to take a sip from my beer but almost choke on it and has a violent cough as the title "Cocijo, the last Thargoid Titan remaining in activity, advances toward the Sol system" displays on my screen.

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