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.
05 Feb 2016, 3:45pm
Smaotønk enters the bar walking on his crutches. He slowly approaches the bar and takes a seat in front of the bulletin board monitor. His forehead covered in bandages while titanium beams are holding his jaw in place.
Heather, the new bartender welcomes him in a mixed accent of awe and sympathy.


HeatherGood evening commander Smao....  Smaotoonk, is that right?
SmaotønkSmaotønk ma'am, Smaotønk
HeatherWhat's it gonna be Commander?
SmaotønkIt'll be tequilla, with vanilla foam...and a painkilla
Heatherright on commander! you don't mind me asking, is that some latest gadget around your jaw or... whatever. Looks nice
SmaotønkNaahhh, no, not a fashion accessory this time.
Two weeks ago, while leaving the station in my ASP Explorer, I was watching the galactic Baseball finals on my smartwatch.
It took a single sneeze to accidentally press the 'Boost' button and next thing I remember was the face of the nurse in the hospital. Good thing the station's lasers haven't grilled me and the craft blocking the station's entrance!
I remember my spacecraft instructor insisting that I should never retract the landing gear while inside the station.
The spacecraft's log recorded a 38g force equivalent on the frame while the ship's Field Relay had a specification of 17g. That left another 21g for the pilot cabin's and the pilots uniform's Field Relay to absorb. And guess what, the shields were almost intact!
I can still hear the voice of my instructor shouting to me that I should never watch baseball while on duty.
But never mind, it'll all be fine in a couple of years.
HeatherI hope so commander, I don't understand this pilot's technical jargon but anyway it looks kinda cool. I mean I've never seen such a jaw accessory before.
Here you are, tequila in vanilla foam and your painkilla

 He  swirls his NFC smartwatch in front of the transaction terminal and browses the Bulletin Board for any laid back mission.


Last edit: 05 Feb 2016, 3:51pm
07 Mar 2016, 10:06am
"Hey wake up oldtimer, if you are planning to pass out do it in the hall way "the barkeeper shouted over the loud music.
Marcus wakes up and askes "how long have I been out " 12 hours the barkeeper replied, ï never saw some on fall asleep over a cup of Fujin tea". Marcus tries to focus his eyes and he notices that his data pad is gone .

"He barkeep where is my data pad" .

"He I am just a barkeeper, not the lost and found "

Marcus start padding is uniform if anything ells is missing .

oke still got my wallet ,permit , pilot licence ,1 crystal he where is my other data crystal and where is my ships registration and landing pad code?

He stand up runs to the docking ring almost knocking over a few commanders that where entering the bar.

as he looks for docking bay 32 he sees that its empty .

As his disbelief turns in to anger he walks to the dock-masters office .
08 Mar 2016, 8:02pm
*Takes a drink from the large pint of ale as he watches someone freak out, and knock over a few of the patrons*

"heh. I wonder what was that fellow's problem."

He goes back to typing on a tablet, and drinking his ale.
18 Mar 2016, 7:50am
*It was late in the local cycle. The bar was near empty, only one patron remained, an older gentleman asleep covered in masala.*

*The jukebox makes a noise and begins to play something from ancient history*  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4AuRNkHHxY

*Receiving his drink, Aaron retreats to the far side of the room and sits contemplating his situation.*

"Coming out here was a mistake, so much innocent blood... on my hands, and for what? A shinier version of the rail cannon?"
"But I've come this far, I need the hardware! And i'm close... You need to sleep! Hows that gonna happen if you keep remembering them."

*Takes a few sips of his drink*

"One week two days and 13 hours... then I will start  remembering to forget."

*Finishing his drink Aaron leaves, the older gentleman was still asleep covered in masala*
22 Mar 2016, 1:20am
*After a long day in the field, Commander TehFocus' usual workday was finally over."
*A good friend suggested that he visits the Inara Galactic Bar to get some better alcohol then the self brewed elder liquor from his grandma.*
*He walks into the bar, it was almost empty. Only the bartender and an older gentleman were around.*


"Very interesting decor" He said to the bartender, but he seemed to ignore that statement.

*TehFocus walks up to the bartender and sits down on one of the far left chairs.*

"Watcha want, kid?" The bartender asks.

"Anything, really. I'd be happy to drink anything but this old liquor I have in my ship right now." he responded with a slightly annoyed voice.

*The bartender started grabbing some strangely glowing ingredients from under the desk and some neon colored, thick liquids out of the shelf behind him.*
*TehFocus noticed the old gentleman, giving him a suspicious look as if he was sensing something.*

"What's up with that man there?" TehFocus asks the bartender.

"That man there is here every day. He always stays here until everyone else left the place. He has been coming here for years."

"But why is he looking like that at me?" TehFocus asks slightly alarmed.

"Dunno, he usually sleeps after his first or second masala. He never seems to bother with anyone in the bar. Here you go."

*The bartender shows him the finished cocktail.*

"This is called "Flying Sidewinder". The finest cocktail we have to offer." The bartender presents proudly.

"Thanks, boss". TehFocus takes a sip.
"Oh god, this tastes so bad. What the hell is that taste?" He spits the sip he just took on the floor.


"Hey, you said you wanted anything, so I made you the best thing I could offer you. If you do not like it, not my concern." The bartender responds angered.

"What ever, how much do I owe you?"


"That'll be 500cr." The bartender answers with a grin on his face.

"500cr?! I could have a tank full of fuel for my ship with that!" TehFocus says somewhat amazed.

"You wanted it, you will pay for it." In a very serious tone, the bartender responded with that.

"FINE, here you go! Have a nice day Sir!"

*TehFocus leaves angered, giving the old gentleman a last look before he leaves the bar.*


Last edit: 22 Mar 2016, 1:28am
28 Mar 2016, 10:59pm
*CMDR GI Joey steps through the sliding door to INGABA and slides aside smoothly as a big fella with a huge chin comes pounding out, narrowly avoiding a collision.*

*He scowls back at the bruiser, who he vaguely recognizes from a tussle at a Hazardous Resource Extraction Site a couple of weeks prior. Wondering how the beast of a man could fit into the cockpit of a Vulture, he stalks evenly to the center bar and hops up onto a stool, adjusting the lapels of his tobacco-leather jacket as he waves over the bartender.*

"Phil," he says with a nod.

"GI Joey," the barkeep responds. "Been awhile."

*GI Joey nods, gaze tracking the gait of two women walking towards the dance floor, blue-dyed skin and spiky white hair catching the lights in an appealing way.* "You still got any of the Nespeleve schnapps that never hit the market?"

*The barkeep grunts and reaches under the bar, pulling a clear bottle with a handwritten label from the depths of one of the cupboards.*

"Actually," GI Joey says, "how much for the bottle?"

"Two-K."

*GI Joey throws a handful of chits onto the bar.* "There's three. I like tipping," he says. "Unlike some people, apparently." He casts another scowl back in the general direction of the bruiser as the open bottle clinks on the bar in front of him. "What was his problem, anyway?"

*Phil chuckles darkly.*

Realization dawns on GI Joey's face. "Phil, you bastard!" he says, starting to laugh. "You pulled the ol' Flying Sidewinder again, didn't you?"

*Phil's chuckle deepens.*

"Buddy, you have to wait to do that again until I'm here to see it," GI Joey says, laughing merrily as he takes a drink and winces at the burn. "Whiskey, hydraulic fluid, hydrogen fuel and..." he trails off. "What was the last ingredient?"

"Depleted Uranium."

"No, what?" GI Joey says, fixing Phil with a pleasantly incredulous look. His body posture is still relaxed at the bar.

*Phil's chuckle subsides.* "How do you think I make it glow in the dark?"

*GI Joey shakes his head, and gestures at the old man in the corner booth dozing over his meal.*

"Did you guys get a new cook? The masala smells... authentic, for a change."

Phil nods. "New girl from earth, barely old enough to travel. Says her name's Parvati."

GI Joey nods, glancing down at the contents of his bottle appreciatively after taking another swig. "Order me up the chicken Tikka," he says. "And give my compliments to the young flower of a chef." He smirks openly. "If you know what I mean.

Phil nods again, shaking his head as he meanders toward the kitchens to place the order. "She's off at 0100."

GI Joey laughs again, taking another long pull of small batch schnapps, and looking back over at the blue girls over on the dance floor. "Christ," he says to himself, "I love this bar."
30 Mar 2016, 7:55am
Cap'm B Wald enters ye olde space pub. Weary from several concurrent Robigo trips, he had one last load to pick up on his way home to Altair.

The door glides open soundlessly as he approaches, he frowns imperceptibly. The door to a pub ought to be pushed open, and should groan ever-just-so, as if to say "welome".

He checks his weapons with the doorman: one archaic slug-throwing pistol, and an equally antiquated saber in a leather scabbard (both in excellent-but-well-used condition). The attractive blue women finish their routine.

He strides across the now-empty dance floor toward the bar, the *tap-creak* of old leather boots echoing slightly as the music fades. Claiming a barstool, he adjusts his tricorn hat and packs some dried onion head into a fine merchaum pipe.

"Commander," he nods, toward GI Joey.

"Evenin', Commander," nods GI.

" 's Cap'm, actually," B Wald says, around the stem of the pipe. Smoke billows around his long, grey moustache.

"Fair enough, Captain... Say, are you.. smoking onion head...?"

"Aye, lad. 's the only way ter do it proper." More smoke, but a different colour now. GI lookes on, bewildered and amused in equal measure.

"Gaah, I'd know that stink anywhere, 'zat you, Waldo?"

Phil, the Barkeep.

"Aye, Phil," B Wald's expression brightens as he sees Phil. "Do ye have me cargo ready? Oi's got a schedule ta keep!"

*laughter*

"Absolutely, Cap'm: 72 metric tonnes of Flying Sidewinder, bottled, sealed and ready to go. Should all be on your Asp already."

"Ahh, ye'r a good man, Phil. Folks back at Solo can't get enough of the stuff. Ther'll be a ban upon it soon enough, rest ye sure, but that never stopped me tradin' b'fore."

*laughter*

"Aye. Could I have a 'winder fer the road, mate. That'll do." B Wald drops a leather coinpurse full of chits on the bar.

Phil proffers the volatile beverage to the Captain, who casually sips it as he strides away, collecting his weapons. "Skimpin' on the uranium, are we? Ye'll ruin me rep!"

Phil chuckles, "It's radioactive hooch. Caveat Emptor."

B Wald's roaring laugh echoes as he saunters off toward the tram to docking bay.

"Did.. OK then" Stammers GI Joey. "I love this bar. I kinda wanna try a Sidewinder now though?"


Last edit: 30 Mar 2016, 8:06am
11 Apr 2016, 5:13pm
GI Joey fixes a thoughtful look on Phil. "Seriously? If enough people order the stuff..."

Phil nods, a conniving smile on his face. "Tell enough people a drink is the latest and greatest, and it doesn't matter what it tastes like." He slides another glass, softly glowing, across the bar to GI Joey.

GI Joey takes a sip. "Oh god," he says, "it's like drinking the love child of cheap scotch and a 7A powerplant." He coughs, but puts another slug down with a determined look.

The barkeep laughs. "All the pirates love it. I make more on Flying Sidewinders in a night than I do Kongan Ale in a week when commerce is up."

GI Joey looks back in the direction that B Wald just meandered off in. "72T? That's a lot of glowing booze. I see what you mean."

The pirate Captain's onionhead cloud swirls in the air overhead. GI Joey takes a tentative whiff. "Huh, " he says thoughtfully. "Dank."

The barkeep gestures to the bottle of Nespeleve Schnapps still in GI Joey's other hand. "It'll be like rose water now."

GI Joey takes another sip from the Flying Sidewinder, then a longer pull from the bottle, and nods appreciatively.

"Well," he says, "shit. There's no way Dock security will clear me to fly after drinking both of these." He looks over at a shadow-draped table, where the two blue-skinned dancers are now sitting on top of each other and looking over at him. "Which isn't necessarily a bad thing."

He downs the Sidewinder, takes his longest pull from the bottle yet, now half empty, and nods to the bartender. "Don't wait up, mom."

Phil just chuckles and nods his head. "Be careful with them after drinkin' that concoction, we don't need any more 3-eyed serving kids than we already have."

GI Joey stands, straightens his coat, and turns to the girls, who rise from their table and begin walking toward the private booth area. "God," he says again, "I really love this bar!"
12 Apr 2016, 3:20am
With a slight woosh, the door to the galactic door opened. In walked a man too clean cut to be a bounty hunter, but one all the same. He nervously placed his right hand on his left, twisting the wedding band on his ring finger.

He was contemplating his predicament as he made his way to the bar, plopping down on a barstool. He mumbled slightly to himself, "How in the nine hells did I ever become a bounty hunter." Then a moment later a sly grin formed across his face as he thought, "oh that's right, I like to see things go boom but don't like to do it illegally."

He ordered himself two straight shots of whiskey and downed the first one. Long week and it was coming to an end and he was ready for some R&R with the misses and his little boy. He didn't know many bounty hunters and the few he did, not a single one of them was married, let alone a father. Just as quickly as the first, the second shot disappeared. Three more days. Then a weekend off. Then right back out into the black. "God do I love the boom."


Last edit: 12 Apr 2016, 3:27am
22 Apr 2016, 10:28pm
-[-proximity alert-]-
-[-proximity alert-]-
-[-proximity alert-]-
-[collision warning-]-

Starting I rose from dream swinging...
(pull throttle - bank for effect).

How... where is this place. Gotta think.....

Black all round. No target. No.... wait
something pulled me down. But who (what?).
I pressed my eyes and tunic to mop the wet and grabbed my log.
Dead stopped. but where and with what?
Twelve-n' a half hours... Gregorian whisky....
Wish I had a shot right now. Log, ok..
Must have started out yesterday but no entry. F....

Then another shuddering of the ship..
Is something on it? Sort of a sliding , scuffing sounds through the double hull.
Like trees, or sand scraping over the ship.
It's gotta be in my head. There is nothing out there but black.
Scanning the console I get nothing. No contacts, No malfunctions.
Only that scrapping is an indicator.
Feeling no ship movement I expect it is organic, Or is it just my own heart beating in my temples.
Damn port whisky.
22 Apr 2016, 10:40pm
"Are you alright?"
I was shouldered and she asked again.
"Are you ok? You must have been here all night".

The bar maid helped be back onto the bench which I must have slid off of.
She said I had a credit running at the bar and breakfast was being served, would I like anything.
05 May 2016, 10:38am
I'm a combat correspondent, looking for work. There isn't enough liquor to put me to sleep. Call me, and I'll report the wars.
10 May 2016, 4:48am
Uh... miss! The gentleman I was with, when.. ah when you came on, there was a man with me. Did you see him leave?
"Sorry, you were all by yer'self when I come on. Sally would've been here though before, yano, like I get here at six.".
Sally.., is she still here? Or how about the bar man? I need to know when the gentleman I was with left here.
"Well Jerry gets off the same as Sally. I figure they both are out and about now. I can check the register for ya' if ya' like."
No, that won't help. He won't be there. He was my guest and on my credits. Blast!

Unbelievable. Either Cornell Winston is a traitor or, more likely I was meeting with someone holo-grafting him.
If he got anything while I was drugged things could go over quickly to the federals.
I've got to get back to the ship and get my tablet data security locks verified.
Time enough for coffee though.

Oh miss! I'm sorry, what was you name? ...
10 May 2016, 9:57pm
It's the cubes, eh? Galactic Sol Arctic solid condensate.... might be worth simply ordering the cubes with time allocated to their reconstitution ytCheers, Cmdr. o7
11 May 2016, 7:01am
"Whisky.....straight up"

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