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.
13 May 2017, 2:34am
Certainly.

Phisto narrowed his eyes at Grant but politely nodded as the man excused himself and the girl. Grant's brief change in tone - Phisto mulled the word over in his head again - bothered him at a fundamental level. He watched the two leave, searching them both for any tells, any clues as to what just transpired.

I'll put the odds back at 60/40.

Letting out a slight groan, Phisto stretched his arms out and then above his head. "We'll probably see those two again, don't yah think?" He shook his head and crinkled his nose. "You wanna go out there though..." Phisto brought his hands down and patted the jacket pocket containing Isaiah's note from the coffee shop, "...I'll be happy to do it once our jobs are over."

Dropping his hands to his sides he rolled his neck around his shoulders. "Where to now, boss?"
13 May 2017, 3:18am
"Believe you mentioned something about wanting to meet Bloodfeather. Think it was during one of our conversations, wasn't it?" Isaiah traded a look with Phisto and gestured towards the observation deck's exit. "Couldn't let you go or leave myself without formally introducing you to her. What do you say we go check on her? She's getting looked over back in the docking bay."
13 May 2017, 3:26am
Phisto's eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open in surprise. "I would love that." He stood to his full height, smoothing out his jacket and shirt then inspecting the finer details of his outfit. With a satisfied grunt, he grinned at Isaiah, "Lead the way!"
13 May 2017, 6:25pm
Heading back to the docking bay, Isaiah stole one last look at the water world through the viewport. 

Moving along the corridors, he reflected back on the conversation with Grant. In some ways, he reminded Isaiah of his grandfather. In others, he seemed more... mysterious.

"What do you think that guy's problem was?" Isaiah asked, glancing sidelong at Phisto.
13 May 2017, 7:19pm
Phisto crinkled his nose and frowned.  Shaking his head, he returned Isaiah's glance.  "Not sure, but I don't like him at all.  I mean, sure, meet people on the street all the time.  No big deal.  But that guy - going off on us about being Elite?  Was he just lucky, ranting, or did he know that already?"  Phisto took a look around the crowd, as if scanning for targets.  "Then your latest trinket..." Phisto rubbed his chin, "...with all the stuff surrounding our mutual lady friend he just happens to have that on him and is more than happy to give it to us?"

Phisto looked back up just in time to side-step a woman coming the opposite way.  She was looking at a PDA and clearly not paying attention. He smiled as they brushed passed each other, "Excuse me, miss."  She startled, grunted, then continued on her way.  Phisto smirked and addressed Isaiah again, "And did you hear the way he said "certainly?"  Suddenly he was all smooth and cultured, like he was trying to say way more than one word could ever let on."

"Then there's the girl." He frowned again.  "How do we know that was legit?  They start them that young, you know."  He laughed.  "I mean, I did."
13 May 2017, 10:23pm
"What, you think he was waiting specifically for us?" Isaiah scoffed, giving his head a shake in disbelief. "I'm not one to believe in coincidences, but I seriously doubt that anyone would have that sort of luck."

But then again... is there ever such a thing as a coincidence?

The more he thought about it, there was a rather peculiarity about it all. Giving him a fragment of what appeared to be exotic, alien material was strange in itself. And the change in tone when he spoke to the little girl...

"You sure we're not just being super paranoid, Phisto?"
13 May 2017, 10:47pm
"Just trusting my gut, buddy." Phisto scowled, his face turning in a flash of anger. "Before Nat died, I got into it with our commanding officer. I'd forgotten to pack my med kit before a mission and got snippy with him when he chewed me out." Phisto put his hands in his pockets then gave Isaiah a sideways glance. "He had every right in the world to rip me a new asshole, but partway through, he just kind of looked at me then walked away."

Phisto's walk slowed. He scanned the crowed again before continuing. "He didn't... agree with the direction our clan was going. Couldn't bring himself to really commit, I guess, so he didn't see himself as right to chew me out like he was." Phisto shook his head. "Anyway, that accident? The one that killed Nat? It was that fucking asshole that did it. He sabotaged Nat's ship..." Phisto chuckled darkly, "...hoping it might turn us from our sinful ways."

He narrowed his eyes at Isaiah, held up his right hand, and wagged his index finger at Isaiah. "That's why when I feel this itch," he motioned to the finger with his head, "I usually pull the trigger first, ask questions later." Turning his head, he looked back the way they came as if searching for the old man, "To be honest, I see that guy out in the black? Can't promise you I won't straight smoke his crotchety butt."
13 May 2017, 10:52pm
"Yeah, well, he tipped us off. And if anything, it's worth going and having a look around to see what's what. If you wanna put him down out there, be my guest," Isaiah replied, gesturing with his head towards the lift. "C'mon, there'll be plenty of time to worry about old folks later."

Boarding the lift, Isaiah held the door open for others to step aboard and exit, waiting for Phisto to join him.
13 May 2017, 11:00pm
Stepping into the lift, Phisto's expression turned into a heartfelt smile.  "We are so going out there.  I mean, how can't we?"  As the door closed, Phisto started to laugh. "And I'm going to bring so many goddamn guns."

CONTINUED IN THE DOCKS HERE.


Last edit: 31 May 2017, 1:00am
15 May 2017, 8:39am
he walks through the entertainment area where the bar was, heading towards the dock

"might make a few creds with a bit of trading"
07 Jun 2017, 4:32pm
A shower, a meal and a few hours sleep had helped Jemine to feel refreshed, but had done little to improve her mood. Now, wearing a light blue leather jacket over a white lace top, black cargo pants and a pair of chunky-heeled black ankle boots, she wandered the Entertainment District, lingering in the fashion stores and watching mall entertainers.

She took her dataslate from her bag and checked it for messages. Finding none, she angrily stuffed the device back into her bag.

"Come on, Diadem," she muttered to herself. "What's taking you so long?"

With a deep sigh of irritation, Jemine turned to look at a display in the window of a tattoo parlour.


Last edit: 07 Jun 2017, 5:18pm
08 Jun 2017, 2:03am
John strode through the newly opened doors that lead into the docking area, and paused to survey the scene before him: various merchants clustered near this door, yelling out at passersby to hawk their wares - either trying to be the first to peg newcomers to the station, or the last to remind pilots to pick up supplies before leaving on the journey. A pretty girl admired a tattoo display. People from all walks of life - pilots, merchants, dock workers, and other citizenry of the station - moved about, adding the hustle and bustle.

He ignored most of these, instead choosing to make a beeline across the main thoroughfare to a computer kiosk, which a few taps activated. This brought up a list of jobs. Nearly all of these were on the level: legal shipments, bounty listings, "go here and bring us this" sorts of jobs. Of course, more ludicrous work was found face to face, through contacts, but John didn't know many of these - at least, not on Citi Gateway. So, for now, he flipped through the legal work before him. Beggars could not be choosers, especially when there was a belly to fill and a fuel tank that was empty.
08 Jun 2017, 3:50pm
A sudden blur of movement in the tattoo parlour window caught Jemine's attention. She shifted her focus away from the display, and was now studying the reflection of a man. His flight suit immediately identified him as a pilot, but there was something familiar about him.

She turned to take a proper look at the man. He was tapping away at a data terminal; perhaps looking for jobs on the starport mission board. There was an urgency in his manner that intrigued her, and the feeling that she had met him before grew stronger.

And then it came to her, the memory of an encounter in another star system, not so long ago. She walked across the mall to where the man stood, hoping her memory was correct.

"Excuse me," she said. "John? It is John, isn't it?"
08 Jun 2017, 4:12pm
"That's me, who wants to-" John began, then finally looked up to see that the pretty girl admiring the tattoos had moved over to him. He studied her for a long moment while his right hand continued to scroll through the job entries, though he wasn't looking at the screen anymore.

Finally, his eyes widened ever so slightly with recognition and he nodded. "Jemine, right? We met somewhere in Fed space?" he asked, and dropped his hand from the screen, only to extend it toward her in a handshake. "Small universe, isn't it? What brings you to Citi?"

He stole a sidelong glance at the computer kiosk to see where he had landed after blindly scrolling. Something about panda pelts flashed back at him, and he cocked an eyebrow before returning his attention toward the woman.
08 Jun 2017, 4:50pm
Jemine nodded.

"That's right," she said, accepting the proffered handshake. "Jemine Caesar. We met, briefly, at a bar in Ross 720. We'd been doing some merc work for a faction out there. Crimson Mercenary Dragoons?"

She looked down at the data terminal screen, which was currently displaying a job offer to transport panda pelts. She had no idea what a panda was, though she wasn't about to admit that.

"It certainly is a small universe. As to what I'm doing here, well... " She shrugged. "Up to this moment I've simply been killing time. There's only so much window shopping a girl can stand."

Jemine looked up and down the busy mall. She had no way of knowing how long it would be before Didi got in touch, so she thought she may as well spend the time in company. She turned back to John.

"There's a place here," she said, "called the Ingabar. They serve pretty much every kind of drink you could possibly want. I know I could bloody well do with one. How about you? Unless, that is, you have panda pelts to deliver... "

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