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.
29 Jul 2016, 5:03pm
"I must've tipped alright seeing as how I'm still inside and not outside in the loading bays." Deputy chuckles, opens his wallet.

"Maybe a little too much."
16 Aug 2016, 2:12am
(I'll put my introduction here instead)

The bar doors swung with a startling silence.
Perhaps they felt the sudden gentle breeze or noticed the blur of motion in the corner of their eyes, but by the time the men and women had acknowledge his presence, the doors had already closed behind him.

The man that entered wasn't particularly unique in any way. He was of an average height, average build, thin frame; the faint traces lining his clothes slightly betraying his subtle athleticism. Carried nothing more than a small satchel, it's ancient checkmark symbol for a once powerful and popular foot-care company fading. A tiny blue "F" stitched across his left shoulder.
He moved with a certain grace. His tight steps practically danced across the floor, each foot accurate and unheard. His dark hair was shaven, every scar and subtle dent on his skull visible.

==================================================================================

I unzipped the jacket covering my black skin suit that covered over the thin protective body armor and squeezed my way between two seated commanders. There were dark hairs, tough guys, make-up philanthropists, gothic-wannabe's, plenty of dudes messing about on PDA's, and one blonde hair that caught my attention.
Bingo.
I made my way to the barside and stood for a moment, pondering the choices.
"Hmm.. Cream soda..? Maybe..?" I muttered.
I took a quick glance behind me.
The room stank of equal measures of respect for fellow commanders, both for the good and the.. Well not so good. Better to blend in.
"Probably not with this crowd.." I turned back to the barman and called out: "Bartender! Some of your Red wine if you wouldn't mind? And a bit of soup and bread too, whatever's available for tonight, I'm famished."
When he had thrown down a glass to me I quickly thanked him and walked to an empty cubby for a seat.
I was new here and the people here knew it. But it didn't matter. In a few minutes they'd go back to their business. Then when the next pilot walked in, would repeat everything once again, in a twisted fate of déjà vu.
I placed my satchel against the wall and rested myself against it.
A few minutes later a steaming bowl of tomato pumpkin cheese soup and breaded crostini appeared, and I calmly spooned myself a tender bite, watching as those few still looking my way gradually return to their own-selves.
When the last person turned, I smiled.
I stared across the bar, twiddling my spoon with my right as my left scooped butter over the bread.
The easy part was over.
Now it was the hard part's turn.

Wait.


Last edit: 16 Aug 2016, 7:07am
16 Aug 2016, 3:59am
"The Empire ish... ish... a bunch of stuck up bellends!" came a loud, drunken shout from the bar where two men were barely staying on their stools. They were fairly well dressed, with one wearing a Federation logo embroidered jacket and the other a small badge showing the Empire's eagle, suggesting that they were employed in some official office.
Needless to say, the immediate area around the pair quietened as the man wearing the eagle replied, "Well, at leasht we have pretty women!"
"Ha!" laughed the Federation man, as word of the argument spread through the rest of the bar, causing an eire "missile crisis" sort of hush to fall on the place. "The only one of you I would do is your muvver!"
The Imperial slammed his beer glass down, sloshing what was left of the beverage across the counter, "Don't yoush talk about my mother like ... like *hiccup* that!"
One of the bar's other patrons, a relatively unremarkable man wearing a dark brown cloth trench coat - a small debossed circle containing an embossed Imperial eagle under five stars on each shoulder - walked up to the men and said, quietly but forcefully, "I think you gentlemen have outstayed your welcome. Perhaps you should leave."
The drunk Imperial opened his mouth to respond when his eyes caught sight of the emblem on the stranger's shoulders, and promptly shut it again, mumbling something about leaving the oven on. The Federal drunk was not as clever and, upon seeing the emblem, cried out in an even louder voice, "I know that! You work for that Duval bit-..."
It was all he got out before a clenched fist connected with the underside of his jaw. The man was sent sprawling backwards, several patrons shuffling quickly out of the way with their drinks. "I would choose your next words very carefully," said the man in the trench coat, bringing his hand back down to open his coat slightly, revealing a sidearm in a shoulder holster.
There were no more words said, as the Federation man scrambled to his feet and bolted for the door, his drunken friend in hot pursuit. The bar stayed quiet for a for more moments, before the bar resumed its idle chatter. Iaened placed order of a glass of Achenar Blue. Upon receiving it, he gave a very faint smile, and, in a barely audible whisper, simply said, "Sorry about the mess."

Iaened sat down with his glass, and started sipping in. The warm fiery liquid calmed the nerves he always got after the adrenalin stopped pumping. He recognised most members of the diplomatic services that frequented this particular establishment, but the two men appeared to be new to their respective corps. Iaened finished the last of his drink, and made a mental note to seek out the identities of the two men at a later date; tensions were already rising between the Empire and the Federation, and drunk idiots did not help matters any.


Last edit: 16 Aug 2016, 5:48am
16 Aug 2016, 6:39am
Heathen sneered, softly tapping Muninn on the shoulder. "Hey kid, we got a sprog supporta."

Muninn looked up from his engineering tablet. "Does he realise the company he's in by being here?"

Heathen chuckled as he took a swig from the bottle of Gold on the table. "I don't know, fucker bett'a not start with that hippie crap though. Especially 'oh free the damned slaves'. Don't get the navy boys that asked for that posting, not like they see any action. In eifa sense o' the word."
16 Aug 2016, 1:19pm
Approaching the Galactic Bar for the first time in years brought back bitter sweet memories, oh the joys of reveling and frolicking of yesteryear.

Time stands still for no man, or species, and so without further ado, Merango opened the bar doors and gracefully walked inside immediately savoring the aromas, sights and sounds that this particular favorite bar served up by the bucket load.

With a widening grin, Merango stepped through the room heading straight for the bar anticipating another night of bliss, no matter what may unfold.
16 Aug 2016, 3:25pm
It wasn't the shouting that startled me.
I was well into my second bowl when it had begun. Two men, a Fed and an Imp, both clearly heavily drunk begun yelling at one in slurred tongues and wild gestures. I turned back to meal before snapping my head up at the sound of a nose breaking upon a fist.
Or perhaps it was the other way around.. Based on how far the poor sap flew out his seat.

The two ragamuffins were quickly thrown out and the bar settled down again.
The man who had intervened had already retaken his seat, and that was when I noticed the discreet seal upon his shoulder verifing his allegiance to the Aisling Duval lady.
Two men also in Empire related uniform a small ways from him were whispering to one another, casting dark looks torward the man.
It took me about three seconds to realize what exactly was going on here.

"Aaaaand this is why I don't like picking sides.."


I looked back down to my bowl. It was empty.
I snorted. I may be getting my show for free tonight, but the food certainly wasn't going to be.


Last edit: 16 Aug 2016, 6:53pm
17 Aug 2016, 9:37am
Heathen belched, looking around and collected his stuff. "If anyone wants me, I'm kipping in Huginn kid."

"Alright boss, you can fuck off." Muninn looked unimpressed as he sipped at his drink.

As the man limped away on his barely working limb, Muninn looked down at the table to see that Heathen left his weapons on the table. "For fuck sake."
18 Aug 2016, 12:13pm
Cerse looks down as his wrist beeps. "What's this?" A surprised expression runs across his face. "She's ready?" Another beep. "Oh crap. That Anaconda I put in for is coming in now too. I guess I better sell the Vor'Cha. She's been a good ship."

Cerse gets up and walks over the to view port as an olive green Anaconda slides through the mail slot. "I've got some packing to do." He quickly pays his bill, throws a salute to Heathen, and bolts through door.
18 Aug 2016, 12:22pm
<enters, narrowly avoiding being knocked over by a man with a look of surprise on his face. walks to the bar >

May I have a gin and tonic, please?
18 Aug 2016, 1:08pm
Iaened let out his breath. He hadn't even realised that he'd taken such a beep breath: he'd been that deep in thought. Now, he could barely even remember what he'd been thinking about.

He twirled the empty whiskey glass in his hand, contemplating getting another...

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Iaened cursed under his breath, as the 'Rat Signal' went off. Instinctively, he made for the door to prep his ship, but paused when he looked at the readout on his wrist: "RATSIGNAL - Client: 20 Jumps". 20 Jumps was a little too far for the average rescue, but Iaened submitted the data to the dispatcher anyway ... and sat back down a few seconds later when the same dispatcher told him to stand down.

Maybe he would have that drink after all....
18 Aug 2016, 1:13pm
Over in his cubby, Xeknos facepalmed.

And then wept.
18 Aug 2016, 2:12pm
Muninn looked over at the man weeping, he knew how it felt and could very much sympathise with such a man. Some of the people here he thought as he rolled his eyes.
18 Aug 2016, 4:14pm
<walks softly over to where the weeping man is sitting >

Hello. Would you like to talk? I'm a good listener.
18 Aug 2016, 4:23pm
"Still not here yet.." I mused.
I looked up at the new guy walking in.
"Might as well pass the time"
I waited for him to collect his drink, a gin and tonic, and slightly raised my hand to him.
Once I thought he had noticed me watching him,  I flicked two fingers to come to my table.

He must've missed my signal or perhaps I was just a tad bit too slow, as he walked briskly over to a man weeping. And then I realized my mistake. It really was dark in the bar apparently (then again it probably was the ONE glass of wine that I had). "He" was actually a woman-
I slowly pulled my hand down and hid my face.

Flagging a woman down in bar.. God what an idiot.

I looked down at my bowl, puckering my lips to the corner of my mouth.
"I'm going to need more soup now."


Last edit: 18 Aug 2016, 5:48pm
18 Aug 2016, 7:28pm
Perhaps you'd rather be left alone?

<stands up again>

Take care, commander.

<wanders back towards the bar>

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