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.
29 Nov 2016, 12:36am
Dr. Glaboski was enjoying the evening. He was chuckling at a particularly crude joke one if his dinner mates had just told. He spooned up a small bite of creme brulé, with raspberry puree and mint when his pad chipped. He looked over and read the message. A scowl formed across his face and he set the spoon down. He made a polite gesture and removed himself from the table.

He found himself in the loo. With quick jabs he fired off his reply.

"What do I care of your report with that woman? Your a bounty hunter. Do your job. Wack her in the back of the head if you have to and make sure she's in that status pod when the medics arrive."

He gave a sigh calming himself and retuned to his dinner.
29 Nov 2016, 11:34am
"Yes, it kind of-- kinda... does suck. I wanted to believe that Apollonia would prove to be an exception to those rumours, but..."

When will you learn, Jem...?

"Look, Kyla, I really need to be getting on my way. It was nice meeting you, despite the initial circumstances. And even though you may be an impetuous, arrogant crook, I... I think I'm going to miss you. Take care out there, all right?"
29 Nov 2016, 7:26pm
Kyla grimaces playfully at Jemine's jestful remark. Jeez, even after Apollonia, she *still* calls me a crook. Cheeky.

Kyla chuckles. "I think deep down inside you're not the goodie two-shoes you project yourself to be. You're not all bad." Her brow frowns a bit. "Just... Keep a gun handy, yeah? Y'know, just in case she is still around. Better to have it and not need it, right? I damn well almost needed it."

She stood up, giving Jemine a hand shake. "Fly safe out there will ya? I'm sure we will cross paths for another Toofla. It was good meeting you, Jemine, and again, I am sorry for being such a bitch at the start."

Kyla turned and strode off, disappearing among the dense crowd of the entertainment district.


Last edit: 29 Nov 2016, 11:04pm
29 Nov 2016, 10:32pm
Dr. Glaboski was unsettled by the previous communiqué from his hired bounty hunter.
Just how much report did he manage to build with the Jane Doe? He didn't like it, and as each minute passed, he was more and more sure, something was going on between them.

"Excuse me." He politely said to the table as he dabbed at his lips with a napkin. "Something rather urgent came up. Do continue without me." The doctor pushed his chair back, picked up his bag and left the restaurant.

In the noisy Commons he found a bakery. Not really interested in dessert, he did find himself looking at his semi transparent reflection in the main display window.

I don't really care about the pictures. It would be easy to explain those away. he thought. Photoshop or the like. There is nothing in them that would actually them back to me. His face scowled. But I will not be black mailed... I need someone to trust. Absolutely and without a doubt... His scowl turned into a grin... .
01 Dec 2016, 6:04pm
Dr. Glaboski had stripped Isaiah down, and fitted him with a hospital gown. It was strenuous labor. He had placed the articles of clothing, and weapons and the tainted credit chip into the Biohazard waste. A shoot which lead to an incinerator. Glaboski firmly strapped Isaiah to the operating table. Arms, at the wrists. Legs at the ankles and thighs. Across the belly. And over the forehead. He wasn't going anywhere.

The doctor administered medication that would calm the heart, and bring the rhythm back into norms. He had inserted a renal catheter so waste wouldn't be a problem. The saline bag slowly dripped its contents through the IV, hydrating the man. It was crucial he stayed hydrated, especially after going tachy.

He stood over the man at the operating table. Next to it, on the opposite side of Glaboski was a medical tray with various surgical tools. He was examining a scalpel, turning it in his hand, admiring the light reflecting off of the instrument, waiting for the man to slip back into consciousness.

edit: Rewording to remove redundancy.


Last edit: 01 Dec 2016, 7:07pm
01 Dec 2016, 6:16pm
Isaiah roused slowly, coming back to wakefulness. He opened his eyes carefully, adjusting to the harsh light shining down on him. He blinked a few times, squinting, trying to reconnect with reality.

He tried to move, but couldn't. Restraints. Shit. He wanted to try and speak to Bloodfeather but he knew by the silence in his ear that she was no longer there. It was at that point that he realized he was stripped of his clothes and his gear and he was no longer near his ship - and he had no idea where he'd been taken.

As his eyes adjusted to the light, he could make out the face of Dr. Glaboski, standing over him, studying the scalpel. Oh shit.

"Gee Doc, looks a bit sharp, doesn't it?" he rasped.
01 Dec 2016, 7:34pm
The good doctor pivoted his head, smiled and continued turning the blade in his hand. "Ah, glad you could make it." He chuckled once.

"It should be. Ever try to make an incision with a dull blade? Ghastly..." He set the blade down on the tray, and picked up a thin, metal tube like object about 2 centimeters in length, and about a millimeter in diameter. He held it up.

"Know what this is?" He asked, then gave another single chuckle. "Of course you don't. It's an artierial shunt. Used to bypass the flow of blood around a diseased section of artery. Saved countless lives; when installed correctly... Quite simple to install actually...." He attached a stopcock to the shunt, then attached a clear like tube to the stopcock. "But when used....incorrectly...." He placed the newly constructed device on the tray, "...well a person of your profession, I don't have to tell you what happens to a man when they... bleed out."

The doctor picked up a cotton swab, dipped it into alcohol, and applied the solution to Isaiah's neck, right at the jugular. He then applied a thick brown like solution over that.

"That should deaden the nerves..." Next he picked up the scalpel and held it in his trained hands. "You should feel a slight pinch, and then a tingling sensation..." And made a small incision in the neck. He then quickly affixed the shunt through the incision into the jugular, followed by a quick cauterization, and a whiff of burning flesh.

He unraveled the tube and affixed the free end into a clear closed top beaker marked bio hazard.

"You might find this quite interesting...." He opened the stopcock. Blood pulsed down along the tube, and intermittently sprayed into the beaker. "That pulsing is your systolic pressure. That's the uh....I've never been good at teaching the layman, so bear with me....That's the main squeezing action your heart is doing to push blood though your circulatory system...Fascinating, isn't it? I can, quite unconventionally, measure your blood pressure doing this..."

He allowed a few more pumps of blood to fill the beaker before he closed the stopcock.

"Now, I want you to know, you are in complete control here... Absolutely. It all depends on how willing you are to cooperate with me..."

He smiled.

"Where's the girl?"


Last edit: 01 Dec 2016, 7:59pm
01 Dec 2016, 9:51pm
Isaiah winced as Glaboski carried out the small procedure. He hated doctors. Deep within the recesses of his mind, memories of his early childhood came back to the surface. The constant poking and prodding, the long visits with specialists about the tethered spinal cord... 

His rational mind knew that those were memories from a different time, but he writhed and strained despite himself and the desire to maintain a stone-faced countenance. 

"Real nice, Doc," he said through gritted teeth. "I'm guessing I have you to thank for knocking me on my ass and then bringing me back here for this wonderful crash course on medicine." Isaiah closed his eyes, steadying his breathing. "Already told you, I tried clubbing her over the head but she's a smooth one. She got me and took off."
02 Dec 2016, 3:04pm
Ignoring the inquiry about the poisoning the doctor felt along the head, examining the injury. "Slight subdermal discoloration. Superficial abrasions to the epidermis. And a slight histamine reaction. Most likely due to cold...." He turned away for a moment, then turned back to Isaiah.

"Quit well done. Almost convincing....These were self afflicted, or afflicted by an accomplice who, most likely, didn't want to hurt you too badly. These wounds would be more substantial if there was a struggle....

He smiled kindly. Under normal conditions, it was used to help alleviate the nerves in his patients, but here, there was something else to it.

"It's a shame they don't teach more human anatomy in those schools......... Your about, what, 90 kilograms?...hmmm......that's about 6 liters of blood...."

He turned the spigot, blood started pumping into the large beaker.

"Would this be considered suicide? Technically, its your own heart that's going to kill you......." The doctor steepled his fingers and looked back at Isaiah with the same kind smile.

"Now, we both know your lying. Lets try this again. Be warned that when you loose about four, to four and a half liters of blood, your going to slip into unconsciousness. At that point, you will be useless to me....."

He patted the beaker.

"Where is the girl, and what did she tell you?"


Last edit: 02 Dec 2016, 3:14pm
02 Dec 2016, 7:38pm
Isaiah watched with detached fascination as his own blood spurted into the beaker, then he shot a look at the doctor. "She could be anywhere by now, that's the thing you don't seem to understand. You're wasting your time with this... display, trying to get an answer that I don't know. Couldn't even tell you if she's on the station anymore," he said, an element of truth to his words. "She's not the kind to stick around if she sees an opportunity to get away. I'm starting to understand why she wanted to."
02 Dec 2016, 7:57pm
The doctor sighed.

"Pity. Well, your of no use to me, in that capacity...." He paused for a second and set the blood letting to a trickle. "But, I'm still going to teach you a lesson for double crossing me. Oh yes, the message you sent me, told me more then I think you even realize. You and her..."

He turned. "It....is, illegal to perform experimental surgery....but uh, I think in your case, I'm willing to risk it." He picked up hair clippers. "There is a theory, that....Oh, you don't care. Your a man of action. So, lets put it into action. Lets test that theory........" He clicked clippers on, and it started buzzing. He brought it close to the mans head. He sheered off a portion of hair, in a way that the existing hair could easily cover it. He set the clippers down on the tray, and picked up a swab of the brown liquid like antibiotic wash. He applied that to the scalp. The doctor smiled again, and picked up the scalpel. He made an "X" like incision through the skin, and pulled the flaps back fastening them with some adhesive strips exposing the bone.

"I don't much like being blackmailed...." The doctor said as he worked. "All I wish to do, is teach her a lesson not to mess with me. It's that simple..."


Last edit: 02 Dec 2016, 8:06pm
02 Dec 2016, 8:15pm
"And what kind of lesson do you want to teach her? Doing to her what you're doing to me right now? Or something more?"

Isaiah closed his eyes again at the sense of pressure from the incision - though he felt no pain, he could still feel the sensation, and it shook him to his core. He could handle physical torture to a reasonable point, but this tapped into an unspoken, primal fear that had existed in him from childhood. The only thing keeping him from lashing out was the fact that he didn't want to give Glaboski the satisfaction of seeing him gripped by fear.

"You don't think I didn't do my homework on you, do you? Because I know about the ex-wife. I can see the resemblance between her and the girl you're after," Isaiah said, careful not to use Lilith's name. He'd hoped that'd get the conversation to change. "I know you've got two kids. I wonder what they'd think of you right about now."
02 Dec 2016, 8:49pm
"Depends really. It's like art. Inspiration will come to me once I have her." He smiled and picked up a bone drill. He looked it over. "My ex-wife huh. And what exactly did you glean, hmm?" He shrugged. "She left me on some outrageous charges and crushed my heart in the process." He turned the drill on with a high pitch squeal.

He looked to Isaiah. "And so she does have some superficial resemblances to my ex. So what?......Oh, you've seen the pictures. Everyone has hobbies. Is that such a bad thing? It's not hurting anyone. Just some application of make-up and a picture to remember her by..."

The mention of the kids annoyed the doctor. "And what do you know of my children?" He placed the spinning bit against the exposed the skull, and chips of bone flew out. "Do you have kids of your own? Did your wife take them away from you? Are you estranged from them? No, doubt very much you are." The doctor pulled the drill away and admired the hole. "Nice a clean. The Arachnoid Membrane is in tact."

He set the drill down, and picked up a metal probe off the tray. "I abhor causing pain. There is something evil about intentionally causing one to suffer....Pain, isn't just physical you know..." He said in a moment of weakness. "Don't bring my children into this. I won't ask twice.


Last edit: 02 Dec 2016, 8:58pm
02 Dec 2016, 9:00pm
"So they do know," Isaiah said, then groaned in discomfort at the thought of the drill boring into his skull. He couldn't mask his apprehension now, knowing that whatever the doctor had in mind, it wasn't good.

"At least your wife is still alive," he muttered. "Mine... not so much. No kids. No family to speak of. Believe me, you don't know me or what I've been through," he said bitterly. "Or what I've done and am capable of doing."
02 Dec 2016, 9:17pm
The doctor huffed, and shook his head once. Of course his children have never seen this side of him, but he wasn't about to correct Isaiah.

"Nor do I really care to know you, what you've been through, or what your capable of doing. Every man is capable of horrific acts, when forced to.... I'd wager that yours involves bullets, explosives and throat slitting....." He sighed. "So undignified.... I'm going to teach you a lesson now. Hopefully it will be something that will last you a life time. Either way, if it works, that's score one for science. If it doesn't.....well......" He clicked his tongue and shook his head once.

He placed the probe tip next to the exposed brain tissue. "Do you care for an explanation? Or would you rather I just get it over with?"


Last edit: 02 Dec 2016, 9:25pm

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