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 2021, 7:46pm
The man's mouth tightened into a smile. He took a quick drag from the cigar and adjusted his posture, sliding the vials across to Phisto while pulling the slate across.

"There's a youthful glint in your eyes, you know," he said, placing the slate into his coat. "Don't go wasting that gift."
13 May 2021, 7:50pm
Phisto pulls a small carrying case out of his jacket and places each vial one by one into it.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

He stands, smooths out his suit, and looks to the exit.

"Memory hole. We need to discuss that next time. Remind me, would you?"

Not waiting for an answer, Phisto takes his leave. As he reaches the door, he offers a single wave back.
13 May 2021, 8:00pm
As Phisto departed, the man sighed and gingerly nursed the last of his whiskey. For a while he puffed his cigar, watched the patrons move about, carry on their discussions - the business deals, the gossip, the heart to hearts. It all swirled around him like the smoke that filled the room.

At last he rolled the ash off the end of his cigar and put it out. He retrieved a single pill from his coat, stood up, and took it with the last of his drink, taking off his glasses and putting them away.

"And that's that," he said to himself. 

He left his coat at the booth, walking out into the thoroughfare just as a young woman passed by, going into the establishment.

With practiced movements, she sat down at the same table the man had been at. She reached into the coat, felt the slate, and nodded her head.

From within her own jacket, she produced a pair of glasses and put them on. 

"And now we wait for the next guest," she said quietly to herself.
15 May 2021, 4:05pm
Sam gave a small laugh to Dalila-May's remarks where others may have taken offence; then again, in time he wasn't one for being offended easily unless it was against someone close or genuinely vitriolic.

"I'm sure she'll have the frying pan or something else to hand when we next visit. But seriously though, Jem won't mind a jot, she'll be happier that all is well here than anything else."

He gave a gracious nod to the brunette who had served them their drinks and even uttered thanks in another tongue upon hearing her name, reckoning it was at least worth a try.

"Spasibo" was his simple utterance, succinct but thankful as he turned back to the others and raised his glass. "To moments, preferably good ones!"
16 May 2021, 4:19pm
Nathalie raises her glass as the other do.

"To moments, yeah.", she simply says before taking a sip of her rum and looking towards Dalila-May. "So, tell me, honey, what's your best moment at work?"
17 May 2021, 10:27am
"Ah!" says Dalila-May, her eyes wide in amusement. "You know, we have saying here; What go on in The Olive Grove, it stay in The Olive Grove. It a kind of rule. I think it something Miss Jemine always insist on, an' Miss Cee an' Miss Suki make sure we stick to it. If clients get to thinkin' we tell tales, they maybe not clients no more, huh? Tellin' tales not good for business."

She takes a quick sip of her drink.

"But hey, we have plenty good moments. Some not so good, too, you know? The quiet ones, they the worst. But we know how to handle them so they behave. An' if they don't, well... we can call the security. That not happen often, though. Most moments are good moments. I show you and Sam good moments when you come back, huh?"

Dalila-May winks at Sam, then laughs heartily and takes another gulp of her drink.
22 May 2021, 3:48pm
"Well, we'll see that when it will be my time to spend time with ya'!", she says before getting interrupted by a beep on her wrist pad.

She opens both eyes, before showing it to Sam, seemingly excited.

"Oooooh, look at this dude! They say my Corvette is done being assembled!"
01 Jun 2021, 2:23pm
(OOC: continuing the story from Off-Station)

One day later...

Veronica Vayle's universe is silent and cold and white.

Gradually the white darkens, patches of grey appearing here and there. The silence is replaced by a dull and distant roaring sound. The patches of grey merge, slowly gaining colour and form. The distant roaring sound grows into a cacophony of different sounds, indistinct and strange, yet familiar and ordinary. The shapes and sounds transform to become...


A starport cafe.

Veronica blinks and takes a sudden breath.

She is wearing black from head to toe: an unadorned A-line dress, black seamed stockings, and medium-heeled shoes. A black pillbox hat sits atop a platinum blonde bob wig. Her jewellery is simple; pearl earrings and necklace, and a gold band on the third finger of her left hand. Veronica stares at the ring in a daze.

She is sitting alone at a table for two. On the table in front of her is a black clutch bag and a dataslate, a full cup of cappuchino with chocolate sprinkles, and a half-eaten blueberry muffin.

Veronica studies the cup of cappuchino blankly for a few moments, then picks it up and takes a sip, only to find it is stone cold.

She looks around. The cafe is quite full. A waiter passes by. Veronica holds up one hand to call his attention.

"Excuse me, mate?"

The waiter turns.

"I know this is gunna sound daft, but... 'ow long 'ave I been here?"

The waiter shrugs. "Couple of hours, miss."

"By myself?"

"Yes, miss. You came in, ordered a cappuchino and a muffin, then sat down right there. You haven't moved since. Can I get you anything else, miss?

Veronica shakes her head, and begins to absently rub at her right wrist. The waiter bustles away again.
01 Jun 2021, 3:23pm
Michael Ridge groans, laying in a bed that isn't his. His head feels like it's been split open, and even the thought of opening his eyes is a painful one. In his mind there was... an emptiness, thinning lengths of fabric in the tapestry of his identity.

Michael risked sitting up, and further risked opening his eyes. He was in a rented room, neither spartan nor luxurious, a holo-simulated view of an earthlike planet on a window before him. He was in his usual clothes, flight trousers and shirt. His leather jacket was tossed to one side of the bed.

What the...

On the floor and resting on the nightstand were several bottles of Old Sol, all consumed.

I don't... I don't remember any of this.

Slowly, mechanically, Michael rose. He picked up his dataslate, his heart almost catching in his chest.

A whole day gone. What the hell is going on?

There was a message notification in the corner of the readout. Michael accessed it, the letters shimmering into view:

To the person or legal representative of one Michael Paxton Ridge:

Galactic Logistic regrets to inform you that your Krait Mk II has been mistakenly transferred to a location in Colonia. We sincerely regret the error and will return your property to Citi Gateway free of charge within one (1) month. Your vessel will receive a complimentary refurbishment of all cosmetic incidentals. A credit deposit of one hundred thousand (100,000) credits will be deposited into your Bank of Zaonce account upon confirmed receipt of this message. In addition, a room has been booked for you for the duration of your stay, and a line of credit for Apex Interstellar granted for any reasonable travel needs (as defined in section 18(j) of your user contract).

Galactic Logistics wishes to remind you that any punitive legal action on your part is precluded by section 23 (c) of your user contract, and thanks you for your understanding in this matter.

Best regards,

GL


For a moment, Michael forgot about his headache. He simply stared at the message, as though the words would rearrange themselves if he willed it hard enough.

This is a disaster. Stuck on a station, out of work for an entire month. What the hell am I supposed to do?

The man took a deep breath, collecting himself.

Coffee. I need a cup of coffee.

He grabs his jacket and leaves the room.


Last edit: 01 Jun 2021, 3:48pm
01 Jun 2021, 3:48pm
Several minutes go by. Veronica disregards the cold coffee and the half-eaten muffin. Her face is a picture of bewildered concentration.

She rubs her right wrist again, and frowns.

Her dataslate beeps an alert. Veronica taps the device, and a short message is displayed. It is from the Bank of Zaonce:

In accordance with instructions received, your account has been credited with the sum of five million (5,000,000) credits. Reason: Compensación.

Veronica reads the message over again.

"Compensation?" she says to herself. "For what?"

She rubs at her wrist yet again.


Last edit: 01 Jun 2021, 5:58pm
01 Jun 2021, 4:06pm
The lift doors open, Michael accessing the commons of Citi Gateway. Everything is familiar to him, yet there is a...newness to it that he can't quite place.

In the distance is a café, small but still with some open seats. Michael grunts and heads that way.
01 Jun 2021, 4:43pm
Veronica closes the message and flicks the dataslate into sleep mode. It is then that she notices the tiny pink blemish on the inside of her right wrist. She holds it up for closer inspection.

"Bugger. Must've been bitten by somethin'."

Scratching at the blemish, Veronica idly glances around the cafe. She scarcely notices the arrival of a tall, dark haired man in the ubiquitous flight jacket and trousers of a starship pilot.


Last edit: 02 Jun 2021, 10:24am
02 Jun 2021, 10:15am
"Coffee. Black. Hot."

The automated ordering sequence completes, and the steaming cup of hot beverage is produced. Michael takes his first sip, looking around the café.

On a far table sits a woman, more elegantly dressed than a typical pilot, looking her wrist with a blank expression in her eyes. She says something that Michael can't hear. Her dataslate is out, but such is hardly uncommon for a patron sitting alone. Aside from a general attractiveness, there is nothing remarkable about her.

Still, the sight of her stirs something in Michael–not the idle interest of a man looking at an attractive woman, but a feeling that there should be something more to accompany her presence. He shrugs, rubbing his temples, willing the last of his headache away. He takes his first sip of coffee, exhaling. His words come as an irritated mumble.

"Weird morning."
02 Jun 2021, 10:31am
"Yeah."

Veronica gives the stranger a fleeting glance, then picks up her dataslate again and brings it out of sleep mode. She taps its interface a few times. The taps are made in quick succession at first, and then more slowly, as if Veronica is searching for something. She completely ignores the stranger standing over her.
02 Jun 2021, 3:57pm
Michael sits down at a nearby table, pulling out his own dataslate, combing through his own records. He has no idea why he'd have engaged with Galactic Logistics, and doesn't recall signing an agreement with them. Yet, he apparently did. The man furrows his brow.

What the hell is going on? GL doesn't make mistakes like this. And I don't just sign whatever is in front of me.

Ridge combs through his own records. All his messages appear in order, except for noticeable gaps when nothing was sent or received. He brings up his Band of Zaonce account, noting that while most of the incoming deposits are correct, there are several more from unlabeled, untraceable credit packs. These deposits coincide with the gaps in his on-the-record jobs.

The man blinks, newer, darker possibilities parading themselves before him.

Something's wrong.

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