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.
24 Aug 2016, 2:59pm
Marra's eyes widen at the mention of Black Rose.

"I've heard of all the pirates worth hearing about. That was you who smashed her face up?"

She grins, running a hand up Stryker's thick bicep, tracing the recently inked Omega tattoo with her finger.

"I know good talent when I see it," she says, "I didn't recruit you just for those baby-blues of yours. Now, how about I get you a real drink?"
24 Aug 2016, 3:15pm
His arm tensed as Marra ran her finger over his thick bicep. The clawed hand twitching to the sensation as the tattoo tightening against the muscle. He would smile a devilishly handsome grin. "Make it a Ol' Sol..." and with his left hand he pulled out a data chip and slid it to Marra. "...for you."

Last edit: 24 Aug 2016, 3:50pm
24 Aug 2016, 3:30pm
Smile widening, Marra gives the barman a nod and hands the scotch to Stryker.

She takes the data chip and flips it over her fingers; "What's this?"
24 Aug 2016, 3:55pm
The man instinctively reaches for the glass of single malt scotch with his dominate right hand. The glass shattered in the claw, spraying liquid all over the table. He belts out a curse. "Fracking hell..." then pinches the bridge of his nose with his left hand while ushering over a waiter with the other. He takes a deep breath his massive chest swelling and after a moment he regains his composure. "Access codes..." he says simply.
24 Aug 2016, 4:12pm
Entering the bar, Nicholas looks around the room, before focusing on the three standing by the bar

He approaches the group, before speaking to Marra's large bodyguard in a mildly thick Imperial accent, "Hey 'Big and Scary', how's it goi-" ,cut off mid sentence by Strykers glass exploding. Nick turns away from the oversized bodyguard to face the other two at the bar. Addressing the bodybuilder with the new metallic arm, he says "Haven't gotten used to it yet, have you?"
24 Aug 2016, 4:37pm
The bar-tender was taking his sweet time.

"One minute Cmdr, I'm still looking." he searched for a moment more before having to break it off. Another order from a patron. She was getting bored of waiting. Hoisting herself up and out of the chair with help from the black cane, she moved slowly towards the bar. A thick Imperial accent came from across the room, she sneered slightly. Personally she had no quarrels with Imperials as a whole, just one, but her Federal family background had taught her biased opinions. She ignored it.
There was a sudden sound of glass breaking.

"Fracking hell"

She knew the sequence of events all too well. New augmented limbs took a long time to get used to, often years. Hersilia still had trouble with fragile tasks. She pitied the man for a second, but the feeling quickly disappeared. He was stronger and fitter than she was. He would adapt.

"Are you sure you have them in?" she asked the man behind the bar, leaning over it slightly to try and see.

"I..I don't think we do. I'm sorry. What about these?" he produced a packet of replica 21st century cigarettes.

"Lucky Strike?" she stared at the outdated packet.

"Ugh...go on then." she threw him a few credits and took a seat at the bar, staring at the packet of cigarettes in slight bemusement.
24 Aug 2016, 4:38pm
Marra winces at the shattering glass.

She notices Idris shifting his hulking frame and looks up to give Nick a nod as he approaches.

"Another Old Sol and an Achenar Blue," she calls over her shoulder to the barman.

"With your left, this time," she smirks, handing Stryker a fresh glass.

"Gentlemen, shall we move somewhere more comfortable?" She gestures to a vacant booth; her tone implies an order, rather than a suggestion.
24 Aug 2016, 5:05pm
Stryker looks at Nick, and shakes his head. "No." he says simply before looking over in the direction of the booth that Marra suggested.

He nods and takes up the glass of Scotch in his organic hand and makes his way past Marra's own hulking bodyguard and though a head shorter then Irdis, he's just as buff, then past the woman with a limp to the dark and empty cubbyhole where he takes a seat. His metallic claw dragging along the top of the table marking it with a hideous gash. He rolls his eyes.


Last edit: 25 Aug 2016, 1:01am
24 Aug 2016, 5:51pm
Heathen ran a hand over his leg in sympathy. "Never get used to it bud." He murmured under his breath, sipping the droplets of Pegasi Moon. "I'm getting more" Heathen got up and limped over to the bar grimacing at the explorer on her cane as she waited for her cigerettes. "Another bottle of Pegasi Moon, when you're done getting this fine ladies smokes."

Muninn called over curtly, not looking away from his data pad. "Cubeo Gold for me boss."
24 Aug 2016, 6:24pm
Marra takes her seat in the cubby next to Stryker, while Idris stands at its entrance.

Satisfied with the privacy, she places the data chip on the table, tapping it; "And what exactly do these codes access?"
24 Aug 2016, 6:27pm
There it is. Figured this station had to have a pilot's watering hole somewhere.
But as Ryan approaches the bar he hears the sound of glass breaking and someone cursing out loud "Fracking hell!" Now he hesitates. Just what kind of place is this? The last thing he needs is to get into a bar fight. The Feds had a price on his head and while no one here is likely to be hunting him if security ran his ID they would find out. His thoughts go to the concealed weapon he was carrying. He was hoping he wouldn't need it. It had some desirable properties but also had some very undesirable ones. It was very easy to conceal and hard to detect. Only the newest security scanners in fed space could pick it up. It could penetrate nearly any personal shielding like it was non existent. And it was also nearly silent when fired, not that that mattered much. Because it was also very... very... messy. As in scrape pieces of the poor guy off the floors and ceiling.. messy. Because of this it was also highly illegal. Even in Imperial space if you got caught with one and weren't a high ranking noble who knew the right people, you were in trouble.
Cautiously Ryan peers into the bar. He sees two large, hulking men standing around a much shorter woman wearing a black leather vest and trousers. One of the large men he notices has a cybernetic claw for a hand and the table in front of him is covered with shards of glass and the remnants of some drink. The lady hands him another drink smirking, "With your left, this time." Quickly Ryan takes a closer look at the claw and can see that the skin around it is red and still slightly swollen. "Ah... that explains it", he thinks. The implant is new and this guy doesn't quite know how to control it yet.
He takes a look around at the rest of the patrons. Two guys sitting by themselves talking. Someone with a cane and a cloak covering most of them sitting at the bar. And another guy sitting at a table off by himself. Ryan walks in and also takes a seat at the bar. He motions to the barkeep.
"You haven't got any beers from Sol available here do you?"
"Sorry buddy. We don't get any of that stuff out here. But here's what I do have" he replies, showing him the drink menu.
"Make it a Barron's Head then", says Ryan. Hoping it doesn't taste like the swill he got the last time he ordered it.
As the barkeep places the tall glass in front of him he hears a loud scraping sound coming from behind him. Ryan looks over to see the big guy with the claw-hand rolling his eyes at a big gash in the top of the table he's sitting down at.
Ryan chuckles to himself "It takes time dude.... just gotta be hypervigilant until you get used to it."
He sips his beer. Not bad... at least the aftertaste didn't remind him of reactor coolant.


Last edit: 24 Aug 2016, 7:18pm
24 Aug 2016, 9:11pm
He looks directly into Marra's brown eyes. "Tis not much," He would say, "These are engineering override controls for Lakon ships. I took the liberty of decrypting them. They periodically update them so they won't last long, and of course won't work at all if the pilot is savvy enough to disable them in the firmware. Anyway, they can, theoretically, give you remote access to a ships functions. I'm working on a way to integrate this into hatch-breakers." He shrugs and takes a sip of his drink "Might make things a bit easier, if it works." He leans on the table scratching just below the elbow where the cybernetic meets the flesh.

Last edit: 24 Aug 2016, 9:58pm
24 Aug 2016, 10:04pm
Hersilia swiveled round in her seat to face out into the bar. She pulled out a 'Lucky Strike' from the cigarette packet and span it slowly between her index finger and thumb.

"Weird" she thought to herself. With a quick flick of her fingers the cigarette jumped into her mouth. A flame flickered from her left hand momentarily. She sucked, a thin wispy bit of smoke puffed into the air. She laughed out loud, Kamitra Cigarillos and Lucky Strike cigarettes differed hugely from each other, she thought them pathetic, but it would do. Her eyes flicked from one side of the room to another, surveying the activities going on within the bar. She held a smug smirk on her face, she didn't know why. In the far corner, the huge non-talking man stood guard to a booth which contained the petite woman and the tank-topped man. At the other end of the bar she noticed someone giving her a grimaced look. She frowned slightly, wondering what he was looking at. Before she could say something her view was interrupted by a new patron ordering at the bar. She tried to peer around him to catch the eye of the grimacing man but his face caught her attention.

Had she seen him before? No, not in person, but somewhere. She had defiantly seen this face before. She stared for a moment, racking her memory. Her eyes widened in recognition. Daedalus! She had seen that face on a wanted poster in Daedalus! She turned away from him back to the center floor of the bar. She thought to herself if she should act..
24 Aug 2016, 11:15pm
The man looked around at the comings and goings, taking a long swig on the beer as he shifted to lean back against the bar. It'd been a long time since he got off ship, but part of him was already missing the familiarity of the cockpit. He heard the glass shatter and turned to watch, careful to avoid showing too much interest. He himself was grateful to have gone as long without needing cybernetics.

The limping woman caught his eye, and he watched her for a moment as she inquired about her brand of cigarette, before she settled down to enjoy one, causing Daksonn to avert his eyes. Another long swig of beer. He looked around once more. Did anyone scream "I have a job that needs doing?" He couldn't tell. He let his ears tune in to the conversations about him, hoping to catch a hint of someone looking to pay him for some work, honest or dishonest. At this point he couldn't afford to be picky.

He just hoped he had enough creds to pay for the beer it would take to find the work.
25 Aug 2016, 2:53am
Ryan takes a sip of his beer and pulls out a holopad. "Ok... lets see. Where is the next job coming from?" He immediately dismisses several low paying transport contracts. "Not worth it", he thinks.
He takes another sip of his beer and almost unconsciously looks around the bar again. "Good, No one is paying him too much..... wait a sec." Movement from the figure in the cloak turning away from him catches his eye. He stares in the person's direction. All he can make out is a stooped figure with a cane, smoking a cigarillo. Very unlikely they're a federal officer. But they could be a bounty hunter. Physical impairments mean very little to a skilled pilot in a Vulture. He can't see the person's face. But the hairs standing up on the back of his neck tell him what he needs to know. "They've recognized me."
Crap... visions of a chaotic evening involving weapons fire, splattered gore, a holding cell, the blasted out husk of his Python all flash through his mind. NOT how he wanted the evening to go. But then he spots something else. There.... on the tip of the figure's cane. An insignia. Paladin Consortium. Maybe.... just maybe.
The figure turns back to look at Ryan and he's a little surprised noticing the person's feminine features. Ryan nods his head towards her and nonchalantly but purposefully turns so the insignia on the left shoulder of his leather jacket is clearly visible.
Light Horse Brigade.

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