Elite roleplay: Citi Gateway

CITI GATEWAY

The Orbis station is a center of activity. Within the station a myriad of places can be found.
  • The Warrens: Where the poor plebs of the station live. It's is a breeding ground for the most unscrupulous. Keep an eye on your wallet when traversing the corridors of these areas.
  • Habitation Complex: For those workers and pilots that can afford it, this area provides closer to 1G gravity for more earth like living.
  • Commerce Divison: and Administration Where the larger corporations make their home. Station administration can be found here.
  • Industrial Complex: Where industry manufactures their various goods.
  • Entertainment: District Bars, theaters and night clubs, tattoo parlors and other establishments can be found vying for a commanders credits in exchange for a bit of fun.
  • Station Security: A high tech brig used to house law breakers until they can be tried, and or deported off station.
  • Medical Ward: Where commanders can get patched up, enhanced, or fix existing cybernetics.

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.
16 Nov 2016, 10:08am
Wait, what?

"Jemine, I have no intention of shooting you. I keep it with me as a precaution, in case I am threatened," she raised her voice toward the drunk man stumbling away amidst the crowd, "or some drunk smelly arsehole tries to tastelessly offer me a drink!"

She shrugged, as members of the crowd cautiously walked past the two women, eyeing Kyla up with a mix of nerves, or perhaps excitement at the thought of something going down in the area.

"I'd rather have it and not need it, than... Eh, you get the idea." Kyla's brow furrowed as her attention returned to Jemine. "But what's this about Prison? What are you... Something you're not telling me?"
17 Nov 2016, 4:18am
Remaining mindful of the situation with the two women, Isaiah went back to nursing his drink. His posture relaxed, and he sat back in his seat, thinking about the days when he would have done the same thing.

Everybody's a gunslinger. No discretion at all.

Of course, that was back when he was new to the game and making a statement was more important than staying alive. He learned the hard way not to point if he wasn't ready to shoot. As he took a swig from the bottle of generic beer, he recalled to mind that particular incident. He'd drawn down on the wrong bounty hunter - the competition, as it were - and ended up with a black eye. He was lucky that was all he'd gotten.

Some lessons had to be learned the hard way.

He watched as people came and went, quietly picking out people that caught his eye and mentally cataloging them, what stood out about them. Green hair. Gaudy jewelry. Sidearm's printing through that guy's jacket. Either someone is made entirely of boxes or that guy is shoplifting. It was a game to keep his observational skills sharp.

Every so often his eyes would shift back to those two women though, studying their body language. He wasn't keen to step into someone else's arguments, but he knew if there was one so careless as to pull a gun on a random person, there was the potential for a bad situation. If something went down, he wanted to make sure he could make his exit swiftly if needed. He made a mental note of the nearest exit, then continued his drinking game.


Last edit: 17 Nov 2016, 4:29am
17 Nov 2016, 5:52am
All at once the scene went from busy hospital to prison lockdown. It's not that Lilith hadn't anticipated the occurence, but it did hinder her escape plan somewhat. Seeing her own face pop up on the monitors with her patient ID number underneath it didn't help matters. At least all they had was a Jane Doe.

*It's fine, just act like you belong. They can't stop Doctors moving around the hospital.* She thought to herself. She rounded a corner and spotted the staff exit, although it now had security guards posted by it. Maintaining a calm expression, she ditched the binder onto an empty gurney, it having served its purpose, and diverted into a nearby bathroom.

A quick check of the stalls showed the place was empty so she turned towards the sinks, and pulled out the stolen ID card from her pocket. Studying the picture and the reflection, she became aware of two things. Firstly, besides the black hair, the woman looked barely anything like her. Secondly, the lab coat was practically hanging off her. She was actually surprised no-one had noticed until now.

*No matter, these things can be sorted. Focus on the sleeves.* Lilith said to herself, unclipping the cuffs and folding the sleeves up her arms neatly. She ensured the ends didn't get too thick, while also keeping the upper portion smooth. Creating the impression they were the right length. Just in case, she even tucked a fold of the tailcoat into her trouser waistband. From the front, the jacket now looked to be the right fit, if a bit wide on the shoulders.

Changing her face was a different matter. Liliths eyes were a different colour, her cheekbones less defined, hell, even her skin was less tanned. She thought for a moment. Then tried splashing her face with some cold water to make it look like she had been crying. It made her face wet, but didn't solve the issue. Instead she turned towards the soap dispenser.

Applying just a tiny drop onto her finger, she held her eyelid open and gently dabbed it onto the white of her eye, then repeated the process for the other one. It stung like hell and instantaneously her eyes began watering in an attempt to get the harmful chemicals out. Grabbing a paper towel she began wiping her eyes, noting how bloodshot they were becoming and how the wiping was causing her face to flush red and become a bit puffy. Clipping the ID to her chest pocket, and through stinging, tear stained eyes, she hooked the bag over her shoulder again and power walked towards the exit.
17 Nov 2016, 12:16pm
Gaia dammit...

"All right. A few months ago I was arrested at Sol on suspicion of murder. I was remanded in custody pending trial at a prison near New York City on Earth. New Albion Correctional Facility For Women, to be exact.

"Anyway, I was there a week or so. Then the police found a confession written by someone else, so they let me go, but it was an experience that I don't care to go through again.

Hmm, what in the...

"Kyla, there's a man sitting over there, dark hair, beard, nursing a drink. He's watching people passing by, but every now and then he's glancing over at us. Friend of yours?"
17 Nov 2016, 12:47pm
Muninn lead the crew through the station towards the bar, with a far away look still on his face. As they passed many doors and people.

Tove looked down at the young commander in front of her, contemplating what had happened in his short time in the black. "Did Heathen take you many places?" She tried to sound casual with the question as she looked around. Her men were flanking either side of them and trailing behind, ready to pounce on anyone with intent.

"Heathen took me to many places, but as you know we're not allowed to talk about it. My unit are not even aware I'm meeting with you Tove, I'd rather keep it that way. It doesn't look good for the Legion to know that I have used the aid of Criminal crews to carry out certain tasks, but it's down to my digression." Muninn looked up to see the door for the bar, seemingly quiet for now. "Let's talk more in a booth. Your crews drinks are on me while I'm here."
17 Nov 2016, 8:17pm
Kyla subtly glanced over. "Well, according to you I don't have friends, but no, I have never seen him in my life."

Should I be worried? Jemine doesn't appear to be the goodie two-shoes she projects herself to be.

She fumbled a bit as the amusement of Jemine's story sank in. "So... Murder? That was unexpected. Should I be counting my blessings that I am not currently face down in a pool of blood?"

This woman is packing some baggage.

Kyla was starting to get visibly uneasy from the attention she had been receiving for pointing the gun at the drunken man, fidgeting with her hands and keeping her eyes on her surroundings. Attempting to mask her discomfort, she turned back to Jemine.

"But then again, you don't strike me as a woman who would kill willingly.".


Last edit: 17 Nov 2016, 9:12pm
18 Nov 2016, 1:28am
Isaiah noticed the increase in agitation in Gun. The woman she was speaking to seemed a bit more composed but still, he started to wonder if there was more than met the eye with them. There was little he could do besides observe them.

Not sure what her problem is, but I'm starting to get the impression that this isn't going anywhere good.

He finished his drink, setting the bottle off to the side of the table. If things were more relaxed, he would've considered another, but Gun was evidently on edge and that put him there as well. He sat forward and placed both hands in front of him, drumming his fingers, thinking about his next course of action.

Simplest thing would be to alert the station authorities. Problem is, they get reports about this sort of crap all the time I bet. It isn't until somebody's dead and cold that they do anything about it.

Isaiah tried to peer past Gun towards the other woman, raising his eyebrows, trying to inquire whether or not she needed help or if everything was fine. That seemed like the best move to make for the moment.
18 Nov 2016, 2:10am
Dr. Glaboski was out for blood. No bimbo was going to blackmail him, and since she had no identifing record to speak of, all the better. Terminate her vital functions and tip her into a garbage shoot and no one would be the wiser. That is, if station security didn't get to her first. If that was the case, he would fabricate some cock and bull story that would bring her mental state into question and he would write the order to have her shipped off to some loony bin, never to be seen again

He prowled through the halls desperately seeking the woman out. He turned the corner and something caught his eye.

That doctor had the back part of her lab coat tucked into her pants. That seemed, really odd, but he brushed it off and turned away.

A moment later he realized that that doctor was about to pass through the exit, and the guards were just standing there! It was a disguise! He rounded on his heels again and started running towards her, yelling at the security to stop her. But in the confusion, the guards didn't connect the dots and Lilith slipped through the doors out into the station proper with a crazed doctor yelling at her to stop.


Last edit: 18 Nov 2016, 2:48am
18 Nov 2016, 12:41pm
"Appearances can be deceptive. That is, I don't ... What I mean is, weren't you paying attention? The murder charge against me was dropped after someone else confessed."

That man... He just made eye contact with me...

"Look, I could do with a drink. The offer of coffee still stands, if you want it. Or would you prefer something stronger? I hear there's a good bar on this starport."
18 Nov 2016, 2:40pm
Just as the door slid shut behind her, Lilith turned to look behind her and see who was shouting. Catching a brief glimpse of the man she realised it was Dr Glaboski. Despite the stinging of her eyes and the tears still running down her cheeks, she managed a quick flicker of a smile to flash across her face.

Figuring he may very well try to follow, she brought her boot up in a powerful roundhouse and crushed the door controls. *Should keep it shut for a moment at least* She thought to herself, making her way towards the busy streets of Citi Gateway.

Briefly stopping, she pulled her trench coat out of the bag and threw it over herself, pausing only to remove the lab coat. Gathering her personal effects out from the bottom, including the memory unit from the security drone, she stuffed them into her pockets. Then she stuffed the lab coat into the bag and dumped it into a nearby dumpster hatch and waltzed into the crowds of the stations main streets, being sure to walk quickly to put as much distance between herself and the Medical Ward.
18 Nov 2016, 9:56pm
Kyla felt a little at ease after Jemine's offer.

"Yeah, you know what, I'll take you up on that drink offer. I need something strong. To the bar?" She asked as she pointed in the direction of the bar. "This place is giving me a strange vibe."

She paused for a moment, trying to keep her discomfort as hidden as possible. "If anything, at least a Gin could be something we agree on."
18 Nov 2016, 11:27pm
"Would you like anything else?"

Isaiah's focus shifted away from the two women to the little service drone fluttering in front of him. A projection of something resembling a human face hovered across from him, his "host."

"Oh, uh..." Isaiah glanced at the empty bottle. 

Another beer? Water would be better.

"Water's fine."

"What flavor? We have all manner of natural and exotic flavorings to choose from."

"Regular water is fine."

"Mineral or tap? Double or triple-filtered?"

Isaiah managed to glance to the side to see if the two women were still there, but he'd lost track of them among the shifting crowds. He furrowed his brow in irritation.

Relax. Nothing you could have done in the first place. And you were probably reading too much into it anyway. Get a drink. A real drink. This thing's just gonna give you a run-around until you do.

"On second thought, I'll take something with a bit of alcohol in it." 

A menu flashed up on the drone's projector, and Isaiah flicked a finger towards the nearest thing he could find.

"Shockfrost. With ice. I shall return with your order shortly." The little drone fluttered away, its little engine whining a high-pitched note.

He sighed, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Well, I think that about takes care of the excitement for this little getaway.
19 Nov 2016, 12:31pm
Pushing through the busy streets of Citi Gateway, Lilith found herself in the Entertainment District debating whether or not to go to the bar or not. It's what she'd originally planned on doing, having heard there were frequently pilots looking for work there. But now there was a manhunt going on for her, a bullet hole in her jumper, and a scarred hand she felt the need to cover up.

Eyeing up the signs around her, Lilith looked for directions leading to the docks. Spotting them, she pulled her trenchcoat up over her shoulders and stuffed her hands into her pockets. Grateful her eyes were now beginning to clear up after the torture she'd inflicted upon them, Lilith plastered a stern expression onto her face and forced her way in between two women heading the opposite way, not even bothering to register the look on their faces.
19 Nov 2016, 10:35pm
Marra Morgan steps out of the hangar evelator with her entourage.

She wears a tailored black suit over a red vest-top, her dreadlocks tied up in a top-knot, heels clicking on the sheet metal floor as she saunters at a leisurely pace towards the entertainment district.

At her side walks a waifish woman with sleek, blonde bobbed hair, dressed in a tight white leather dress and knee-high boots. Walking a step ahead, a hulking bodyguard dwarfs the petite gangstress and her assistant. Clad in matt-black tactical armour, his face covered by a mirrored visor, he parts a clear path through the bustling crowds for the two women.
19 Nov 2016, 11:35pm
The little drone returned, holding a lowball glass filled with a blue liquid. "Here you are," it said, hovering just in front of him. He reached out and took the glass, sitting back in his seat.

"Much obliged," he said, tipping the drink back and sipping from it. Aside from the burn as he swallowed, he could taste hints of mint and licorice as it passed over his tongue. 

"Five credits have been added to your tab," the drone said. "Will that be all?"

"For the time being."

"Very well."

As the drone drifted past, Isaiah took another sip, careful to savor it. As he placed his drink back on the table, the parting of the crowds drew his attention. 

Big guy. Armor. Looks like he knows where he's going. Security maybe? Not your average "mall cop" judging by that kit he's got on.

Once he saw the two women behind him, he understood who he was. Hired muscle. No clue who those two are though. Not that it'll matter in a few hours anyway. 

Isaiah put his eyes back to his drink, tapping his finger against the side of the glass. Soon he'd be back on his way to Prism, back to work.

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