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.
15 Feb 2018, 3:17pm
Sam nods in recognition of the present situation in LHS 3447.

"Then there's a chance of interdiction then. I have some funny cargo if we need to their anybody off."

His smirk suggested mischief as they walked towards the docks, Sam giving a gentle but reassuring squeeze to Jemine's hand.

"Been a while since I've flown a Cobra for more than 5 minutes, so you may have to bear with on the controls at times."

He added with small hesitation, mainly due to the need for more manual controls than his well-adjusted Asp Explorer.
15 Feb 2018, 4:29pm
"I'm sure you'll be fine," replies Jemine.

Continued in The Docks...
15 Feb 2018, 9:48pm
Jubei arrived at the medical ward's emergency facilities as Corvallu's vitals drop to near-fatal levels. The Inquisitor was breathing heavily from the sprinting and dodging that was made possible by the enhancements in his eyes. He staggered a little as he entered the doors but continued on to the front desk. The medical staff already noticed the unconscious young woman in his arms and were rushing toward them with a gurney.

"Shot," Jubei started, trying to catch his breath. His eyes returned back to their normal deep blue colour. "Back to front, bleeding out, heavy internal tissue damage. I-"

"We got her from here, son," the Doctor on site said before turning to the nurses at the gurney. "Pack that wound, we need to stop the bleeding! Ready the organ printer, O-R-three!"

The medical staff rushed Corvallu through a set of heavy doors and disappeared down the hall.

Jubei started to shake slightly. His muscles hurt and he was still trying to catch his breath. He sat down in one of the chairs and looked down at the dark red stain that now covered the front of his dress shirt. The Inquisitor then closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.

What does Stryker have to do with this? Who attacked Miss Ibara? Am I a target now? What about the places she visited, are they now targets? I need answers.
16 Feb 2018, 5:29pm
"Son..."

"Jubei, huh? Good to finally know your real name," the large man laughed heartily. "It's a shame, I really liked calling you 'Lionheart'. You've come a long way since you got here, I'm sad to see you go. Keep in touch while you're in Utopia, will ya? ...Heh, yeah, I know... you'll come running if I need ya... Me? Well I'm going to spend some time with my sister, back on New Cambria... Okay, I'll see ya, when fate brings us together again..."

"Wake up, son!"

"Wa-" Jubei opened his eyes to the same old doctor that took Miss Ibara away. "Oh, hey Doc. How's Miss Ibara?"

"She'll be fine," the doctor smiled kindly. "Thankfully we had a fresh shipment of progenitor cells, so we could produce and replace the organs that were severely damaged. It will take time for her to recover, probably a couple of days. We'll call you when she wakes up."

"Thanks Doc." Jubei stood up, staggering little as he did. The inquisitor shook the doctor's hand as a sign of thanks and left the medical ward, heading toward the Docks.


Last edit: 17 Feb 2018, 12:39am
18 Feb 2018, 2:04pm
On Citi Gateway's habitation ring Phisto Sobanii casually strolls down a boardwalk toward a series of apartment buildings. He is dressed casually in a black flight jacket, white shirt, jeans, and a pair of black boots. A Zorgon Peterson ballcap partially obscures his facial features. Tucked under his arm appears to be a bottle. It is wrapped in festive red paper with a black bow.

As Phisto pulls up to his destination, the building containing Marra Morgan's apartment hideaway, he turns to a large but unassuming man sitting on a bench.

Phisto nods at the man and adjusts his grip on the bottle. "Hey Albert, how's the neighborhood?"

Albert waves in acknowledgement to Phisto, not taking his eyes off the passing crowds. "Just the way the lady likes it, Mr. Sobanii."

"Good." Phisto smiles. "Ok if I go up?"

"By all means." Albert stretches his arms across the back of the bench. "Enjoy your visit, sir."

Phisto slaps Albert on the shoulder as he passes and makes his way to Marra's apartment. Pausing at the entrance, he does one final check of his outfit and the bottle then knocks on the door.
18 Feb 2018, 3:00pm
The apartment door opens to reveal Idris. The huge bodyguard looks Phisto up and down, then beckons him forward, rumbling in his native Cambrian language;

"Dewch i mewn,"

The apartment is modest in size, but lavishly decorated. The dark, natural slate and charcoal surfaces contrast against the vivid crimson and plum fabrics of the upholstory, floors and curtains. The centre is taken up with a large table, with plush comfortable chairs surrounding it.

Marra stands near a chair, wearing a simple black vest-top, leather trousers and knee-high boots. She is in mid-conversation with a boy in his early teens, with an unkempt appearance.

"What did the Inquisitor do after Bolo took the credits?" she asks, her dark eyes boring into the youth's.

"I dunno, Miss Morgan. I couldn't hear from where I was, but he didn't stay long after that. He went on his way, and then met with the inspector lady who got shot."

Marra purses her lips for a moment, then glances across the room to see Phisto. She flashes him a smile, before putting an arm around the boy's shoulders as she walks him to the door.

"You're a good boy, Finch. Keep it that way. And you and your friends know who to come to if you hear, see or need anything, right?"

The boy nods with a beaming smile, pushing past Phisto and leaving the apartment.
18 Feb 2018, 3:34pm
Phisto steps aside to let Finch by. As the boy brushes past, Phisto arcs an eyebrow at Marra and then shrugs slightly. Taking off his hat, he tucks it into his jacket. Rustling out his hair with his free hand, he steps forward and holds to bottle out to Marra.

"Happy belated birthday." He nods at the bottle then smirks as he looks around the apartment then to her. "Love what you've done with the place. Can't keep a Morgan down for long, huh?"
18 Feb 2018, 3:49pm
Marra takes the bottle, briefly inspecting the label and giving a quick satisfactory nod.

"It's Apollonia's design. The girl has good taste for asthetics, if not for companions."

She takes two glasses from a counter in the kitchen area, uncorks the bottle and pours.

"The boy keeps me informed," she says, nodding in the direction of the door the youth departed through, "I never knew this shithole was so interesting."

Walking back towards Phisto, she hands him a glass.

"And I dare say you were missed on my birthday," she murmurs, her dark eyes shining, "I had no-one to share my present with."
18 Feb 2018, 4:03pm
Phisto smiles sheepishly as he takes the glass from Marra. "I know. Believe me, I'm sure it was a lot more fun than what I was dealing with." Swirling his drink slightly, he stares into the distance obviously lost in a memory.

After a moment, he raises the glass in toast. "Here's to being not dead yet..." his lips curl into a playful grin, "...and the chance to make up for lost time."
18 Feb 2018, 4:20pm
Marra raises her own glass in response, her eyes watching Phisto carefully.

"What exactly were you dealing with?"
18 Feb 2018, 4:53pm
Phisto clinks his glass to Marra's.  Before taking a sip, he pauses thoughtfully.  Sighing, he kicks his head back and finishes the drink in a single pull.  Grimacing hard as the liquid burns his throat he moves to sit in one of the plush chairs.

Slamming his glass down on the table, he leans forward and rubs his face with his hands.  Sitting back up, he looks Marra straight in the eye.

"Family.  Turns out a brother of mine was a bounty hunter for the Pilots Federation.  He'd come after me and the Fusiliers."  Phisto's grow sad as he continues.  "Killed more than a few of my men before he got to me, but, Isaiah and I ultimately put him down."
18 Feb 2018, 5:20pm
Marra raises her glass to her lips as she listens, then nods in understanding.

"I've also been looking into a few of my own family issues. Seems our paths are destined to entwine, no?"

She smiles wryly as she takes a sip, her eyes narrowing at the burn.

"What the fuck is this?" she asks hoarsely.
18 Feb 2018, 5:32pm
Phisto laughs at Marra's reaction.  "It's a whiskey from the planet Liaedin.  Did a favor for a man there and he sent me a crate in thanks."  He nods with faux annoyance at his empty glass.  "My last bottle, in fact.  Guess it's his family's reserve..."  

He scoffs.  "There's that word again. Here's hoping yours isn't anything like mine."
18 Feb 2018, 5:43pm
Marra takes Phisto's empty glass and refills it, along with her own.

"Mine is... interesting," she says with a pause, "Clans are a way of life in Pegasi. They are complex, and extend much further than the typical family unit. They are not like a crew. You cannot pick and choose them, nor fire them if they piss you off. You have to learn to make the best possible use out of them, given their respective talents, or lack of."

She hands the glass back to Phisto.
18 Feb 2018, 6:18pm
Phisto nods in thanks and takes his glass from Marra. Pulling it to him, he cradles it to his chest with both hands and slouches in his seat.

"Can't fire 'em, eh?" A scowl grows on his face. "Mine can. And did."

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