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.
26 Apr 2017, 11:26pm
Uncrossing his legs, Phisto set his coffee cup down on the table and picked up his utensils.  Working a new morsel from his cake, he grinned, "Funny thing about me?  Don't regret much.  In fact, hearing the suggestion of confession featuring a tinge of the forbidden just piques my interest even more.  Needless to say, sheer curosity demands I fulfill your wishes."

Taking a bite, the right side of his mouth smirked while the left side chewed.  "Earlier, you asked about my name.  Ever heard the Mephistopheles legend?"
27 Apr 2017, 3:54am
As he walked down the concourse, Orlan's feet made almost no sound at all. This was typical, and was a point of pride, although he recognized how odd that probably was and would never have thought to mention it to another person. In addition to being very quiet, his feet were always quite carefully placed, which only barely saved him stepping on a small silver marble that had stopped right in front of the restaurant on his left. Only this was not a marble, he quickly realized, and he bent down to pick it up.

"Hello there," he said, lifting it up to his face. "I hope you're having a nice day. You should be more careful where you park this thing; I might have tripped."

After a moment spent examining the device, he set it back down and toed it out of the way of other foot traffic. It wasn't any of his business, and he was on vacation. He set of again. There wasn't anything very specific he was looking for. He expected he would know it when he saw it.

And then he did see it. Something he wanted. Maybe something he couldn't live without.

Orlan joined the line at what seemed to be a small coffee shop. The line dwindled far too slowly for his limited patience, though he gave no outward sign of it. Which, frankly, was probably the real definition of patience. Nobody wanted to wait, but at least some did so gracefully. Yes, he decided, perhaps he was patient after all. Finally the line ahead consisted of just one man, absorbed by whatever was on his PDA. Orlan and the barista briefly exchanged a look of exasperation before she prompted the man for his order.

"Oh! Sorry! I've become that guy, haven't I?" he said, seeing he'd held up the line.

Orlan chuckled under his breath and received what he took to be a conciliatory grin from the man.

"Your turn, buddy," the man said a moment later, after he had ordered and paid.

Orlan nodded, and advanced once 'that guy' had gathered his things and moved off. He smiled at the barista, then pointed at something behind the glass.

"I want that," he said.

He handed over his credit chip, and she handed it back along with his purchase, which he stared at in anticipation as he located a quiet spot to enjoy it. Closing his eyes, he took a slow bite and couldn't help but make an involuntary sound somewhere between a moan and a chortle. It was everything he'd hoped for. The bread was light and springy, and had to be at least half cinnamon. Most importantly, the whole thing was draped in warm chocolate, almost oozing, and topped with colorful sprinkles. This vacation was off to a very good start.

Then he realized he didn't know what it was called. He glanced back at the coffee shop and considered going back to ask, but decided against it. He knew what it tasted like, and he knew where to find more, and that was enough. Besides, if he went back he would almost certainly end up buying another. He may have been patient, but his discipline had its limits.

Instead he continued his walk, which was now much more pleasant.
27 Apr 2017, 4:28am
'Ahh pardon me Doctor...' She shook her head, 'I did not mean your patients.' She was embarrassed again and more as he reached for her hand and landed a kiss. Claire followed his eyes as he settled back in his seat. Her hand fidgeted at where his lips grazed, not like an itch but a lingering presence.

She thought carefully about the people she met. Were they really that interesting? Her arms crossed now, finger and nail picking at each other. 'Uh well-' she started, 'They were enthusiastic and it transferred to others like me- they'd get things done.' She said.

'Didn't matter who you were to them so long as you did your part, they didn't ask what your purpose was or how you got there.' Only a couple were that way, she appreciated them nevertheless as their example clearly brought out something else in her and the rest. One guy trailed behind her at all times, unsure of himself and others and somehow reasoned Claire would hold his hand all the way.

She cleared her throat, directing her twiddling to the menu.
27 Apr 2017, 5:00am
"There are people who deserve to know what exactly I've done," Isaiah said, face grim. "She deserves to know. The other things might not make much of a difference in the grand scheme of things, but... this is for me. Making peace with the past so I can face the future with a clean conscience."

When Phisto mentioned Mephistopheles, Isaiah gave a curt nod. "Deal with the devil. Yeah, I'm familiar with it. Made a few in my time." He smirked slightly. "The irony of our current conversation is not lost on me. Go on."
27 Apr 2017, 8:58pm
“Well, ” Phisto said, “where I grew up folks often waited a couple years to name the newborn kids. See what kind of personality they developed?”  He chuckled, “I’m sure this utterly shocks you, but I was a bit of a troublemaker.”  Phisto looked down at his cake, twirling his fork on the remaining bit, carving a circle into the moist material.  “My family was nothing if not cheeky.”

He set down his utensil, raising both hands in front of him in a half-hearted mock surrender.  Wiggling his fingers at Isaiah, “Clearly I’m no demon, but I’ve grown into the name, for better or worse.”  His eyes darkened slightly, the memory of it clouding his view for a moment.  He brought his hands down, picking his fork back up.  He continued, “Folks forget demons are stuck in hell too, makes them experts.  Guess what I’m trying to say is… whatever peace you’re looking for, and what caused you to search for it, I know where you’re coming from.  I hope that reassures you, because I think you need that now more than anything.”

Phisto tilted his head at Isaiah, stabbing his fork into the last piece of cake.  He smiled, "And I'm humbled you'd ask me to help.  Just promise when you get out the other side, I get to see the result?"


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27 Apr 2017, 9:22pm
Isaiah lifted his cup back to his mouth, sipping again at the beverage. This time he didn't cringe, just merely watched Phisto over the rim of the cup and listened.

Setting his drink back down, he inhaled deeply - the scents of civilization, of creature comforts. Where he was going, there'd be none of that. He took a quick bite of his cinnamon roll and tried to savor the taste, knowing his future held only food cartridges and whatever he could scrounge up for himself otherwise. 

"If there is an 'other side,'" Isaiah said, carefully surveying the rest of the shop for anyone looking in his direction. His eyes focused back on Phisto. "And yeah, assurance is hard for me to come by these days. Seems like whenever I settle down - a place to call home, someone to share it with, whatever - it always gets uprooted." Fingers tapped the cool surface of the table. "Starting to think maybe I'm always going to wander."
27 Apr 2017, 10:28pm
Glaboski held his charming smile, though the eyes betrayed a hint of aloof detached coldness. He reached out with a pair of well manicured hands to take the lovely lady's back in them.

"My dear," He said, "did anyone tell you how radiant your face becomes when it's flushed? It's positively steller." His dark eyes were hard upon hers, and in a moment, he gazed over the womanly figure before snapping back.

"Often times, we admire the people we want to be become. Perhaps you want to be one, that, ah, gets things done, so to speak?" He gave the hand another sweet kiss.

"People of action, are rare these days. People who are not afraid to step up and do what is needed. Even if it is for the greater good....Shall we order?"

Glaboski dropped the hand and snapped his fingers catching the attention of the waiter who quickly came by.
27 Apr 2017, 10:39pm
"Wandering ain't bad," Phisto set down his coffee and spread his arms wide to either side, "Been doing it myself for a while now.  Go where the jobs are, where your friends are.  Sod off to parts unknown if you need a respite from it all."  Bringing his arms down, Phisto reached out to his coffee, bringing it to his lips.  He sighed happily as he drank it, the liquid now cooled to an easier temperature.

Bringing the cup back down from his face, he breathed in deeply as emotion surged, "When you think about it, we're in a pretty enviable position.  So much of humanity spend their lives on the planets they were born on.  But us?  We're literally unbound, Isaiah."  Phisto took another drink, "Go where we want, do what we want, and if you're good enough... who can stop you?"
28 Apr 2017, 6:53pm
Isaiah considered Phisto's words, nodding his head in understanding and acknowledgment. He had a point. I can go where I please. I just need to make a new start. Truly wipe the slate clean.

"I think my problem is that I don't know where I want to go." He smirked, laughing to himself. He ran a finger absentmindedly along the bottom of his cup. "Which is pretty rich considering that there's literally an entire galaxy to explore." 

His brow lifted, a thought occurring to him. "Maybe that's what I should do. Wander the black for a while. Always wanted to see what there was out there, and Fate knows I've seen some crazy shit over the last few months. Wonder what else there could be lurking out there?"
28 Apr 2017, 7:23pm
Gently punching his fist onto the table, Phisto then pointed at Isaiah, "Now you're getting it. Besides, who cares if you don't know where to go? Someone keeping score? Someone going to scold you for going out there and getting your mind right?”

Phisto's eyes brightened, his heart quickly mending and beginning to soar. He hoped his friend was moving towards answers.
30 Apr 2017, 2:45am
Cartlidge winced as someone picked up the marble. All he could do was hope that it wasn't some curious child or tired janitor. When the man started speaking into the bug, Cartlidge stood up in frustration.

"Are they seriously that easy to figure out?! This has got to be the third or fourth time now!" he all but shouted, drawing the attention of several passers-by. He let out a sigh of relief, however, when the man placed the marble back on the floor. Sitting back down, Cartlidge readjusted the marble and directed it into the restaurant.

"All right. Now where did they go?" Cartlidge mumbled as the bug scanned the room. "There you are."

He parked the marble in view of the doctor, nestled in a dark space between a fine wooden shelf and the wall.

"A lot of breaking news popping up on Galnet lately," Ten added once the bounty hunter calmed down.

"Oh really? What about?"

"I'm not quite sure yet," Ten admitted.
01 May 2017, 1:26pm
Isaiah nodded his head in agreement, silently thinking to himself. Phisto was right - he was unbound, free to go wherever and do whatever he pleased. 

But only if he could carry out his last and most important duty.

He reached for his drink and finished it off, setting the empty cup off to the side. Locking eyes with Phisto again, he leaned in, folding his hands in front of him.

"Carry out my instructions. And watch your back. Things are about to change."
01 May 2017, 4:05pm
Phisto nodded grimly, his eyes locked with Isaiah's.  Steeled, they only showed purpose and honest determination.  Phisto reached out across the table, placing his hand gently on Isaiah's folded hands.  He let a moment pass. Slowly, his mouth began to turn upwards, his eyes turning into a playful glint.  He just barely stifled a laugh.

Still trying to suppress himself, he whispered, "No doubt.  But do we have to be so dour about it?"  Cracking his face into a grin, he pulled his hand away from Isaiah.  Picking up his own unfinished drink, he downed the now cool beverage and slammed the cup back down on the table.

Popping his thumb in the direction of the door, he smiled warmly, "C'mon.  I think you need some air.  Fancy a stroll?"
03 May 2017, 9:28pm
"Oh! I found a galactic news article on it," Ten announced. "It says, 'Terrorist Salome Killed'".

"Oh yeah, she was that one imperial senator that went rogue or something, right?" Cartlidge asked, keeping his gaze on his own datapad.

"Correct. It says she was killed by a bounty hunter named 'Besieger?'"

"Wait what? Give me that!" Cartlidge quickly replied, swiping the datapad from the confused cyborg before swearing in irritation.

"What is it?" Ten asked.

"Typical. Calling him a bounty hunter is like calling an onion-head smuggler an upstanding merchant," Cartlidge hissed.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning I'd wager a thousand credits that he was just doing it for the attention," Cartlidge replied. "Still, if commander Salome drew his attention, she was probably somebody important."

Ten thought for a moment while Cartlidge returned her datapad. "Interesting. I'll look into it."
03 May 2017, 10:34pm
"Yeah. Let's get out of here. Had enough of the highfalutin coffee snobs," Isaiah said, gesturing with his head towards the line at the counter. "Don't need to be sticking my head out too much now as it is anyway." 

He rose from his seat and collected his refuse, tossing it away in a nearby trash bin, wiping his mouth off with a napkin and discarding it just as quickly. 

"Where to then, friend?" he said, managing a half-hearted grin.

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