The Rejected Gear

[Alexander Baker]

 

A place for those who feel outcast or forgotten by the steampunk community or in life. Grab a chair, have a drink, and have a jolly good time with jolly good company. There are people in the world who suck and this is an escape.

The underground life isn't for all be we are out there.

 

My name is Alex ,the owner, and I'll be your bartender

Along with Ara, the other bartender

 

And Simon, the Demon King Monkey!

Welcome to the world of steampunk, and If you are new we will gladly help you with anything you need. And check us out for whiskey Wednesday's, where whiskey is free.

 

                         ********IMPORTANT********

There is an underlying story and/or parts there of, that is followed from the Airship Alicia Grey and The Airship Battle Royale. It is not the main focus of the Gear, but It does happen from time to time. The events are scripted at first, but remember your input changes the script. 

This role-play bar, is a light hearted dose of fun. It has its serious moments but the Spirit of the Gear is about comradery, having some drinks, and experiencing everything and anything. The more veteran gear posters will help out the newer Gear Goers with any questions, or ideas.

The gear is designed to help develop your characters if you would like. Feel free to message T.R. Harrison, Arabella Porter, or myself, if you have any questions.

 

 

WARNING: HAS BEEN KNOWN TO CAUSE: LAUGHING, GOOD COMPANY, AND ALL AROUND FUN!!!

 

Facebook:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Rejected-Gear/116007448555003

We have a skype room:

[Currently Under Renovation]

World's End(The underground of the RG)

DISCLAIMER: Chat is unfiltered and uncensored, join at your own risk and if you have an issue with it you do not have to participate. This is a back room off welcome. The rejected gear and all afiliated persons are not accountable for the skype chatroom.

 

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Smiling and taking a sip and hopping back to the other side of the bar* So how long has that been going on?

[Arabella Porter]

*walks downstairs in her nightgown and looks around* I swear....must have been a dream. *ponders for a moment* I must be missing that man too much. *looks up at the rafters to where Jabber is awake*  I thought I heard Alex and Max down here too. Was I dreaming? *the koala grins and hides away in the shadows. Ara shakes her head and steps back upstairs*

[Alexander Baker]

*Walks up quietly behind you then gives you a big hug*

[Alexander Baker]

*grabs both her hands* I'm sorry hon

[Alexander Baker]

*rubs her back* Hmmmmmm

[Arabella Porter]

*Walks in with a giant case of liquor and moves it to the back. She looks around, the bar's empty, again. She looks to Jabber* I keep getting that gut feeling that something's wrong ag....*A tall stranger with a bushy mustache and a leather briefcase almost glides in, moving swiftly up to the bar. He slides his case in front of him* What can I get you? *Ara asks. The man responds in a thick polish accent* I'll have a glass of water. *Ara smirks* Just water? *The man replies* Do you not have it? *Ara grins* Don't need to come to a place like this for just a glass of water. *The man smiles warmly* You want business don't you? *Ara slides the glass in front of him*

    I have a job on the side but I'm sure a friend of mine wouldn't mind it. *The stranger leans forward* What does he do? *Ara pauses, almost scoffing in her head* Sorry, I get unclear at this time of night. My friend runs the bar. I just help out when he's not around. *The man's smile turns into  grin. It's charming and inviting but there seems to be something behind it that Ara can't quite make out* I like you. *The stranger says* I think we'd be good friends if we knew each other better. *Ara smiles*  flash thinker? *where had she seen him* Do I know you from somewhere? *The man removes his black top hat and sets it on the bar next to him* I don't usually venture past white chapel. *He says. Ara's provincial pride sparks up a bit* Then I've definitely seen you. *she hesitates for a moment* You seem a little well dressed for a white chapel bloke. *Jabber crawls up a pole and sits in the rafters, staring at Simon. The man sips his water and sets it down gently. As he does, the movement seems send a shiver up Ara's spine* Have you heard about the killings? *Ara nods in response. Something felt...wrong* Bloody aren't they? Scotland Yard doesn't seem to have any leads yet. Oh! I know where I've seen YOU! *he was excited now* You've been on the scenes with that captain. *Ara wasn't sure whether to nod or not but she did involuntarily. The man quieted down again and smiled* Then you can give him this evidence for me. *The polish man said.* I found something and I'd like to report it. *He stood up and put his top hat back on, the warm smile still gleaming with what? Ara couldn't put her finger on it. The man left his money on the counter along with the case* Have a good night, Arabella Porter,*He said, walking out, leaving Ara in what felt like a trance before she realized something odd. She placed a hand on the case and looked up at Jabber* I never gave him my name.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Walking in, goggles around his neck, wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his grey tweed vest and his bag, normal gear, sitting at his stool." Tea if you wouldn't mind, Simon

[Arabella Porter]

*Ara paces the bar nervously looking at the case. She had tried to contact Thomas as secretly as she could. In the end, she waited an hour outside his door after ringing it over and over again like an annoying child. Finally she had broken in and left a note in the secret compartment in his desk where he puts his badge at night. Thomas Dunning wasn't showing up. Ara stopped pacing and stared at the case. What input could the Captain possibly have anyways? his skills in forensic science sucked and all he was really good at was taking in pirates and writing up reports for illegal sky activity and whatever else the H.M.S.P was good for. She looked to Jabber who was scratching his ear with his foot* How bad could it possibly be? *she asked him as she opened the case up. She took a long stare* definitely a liver. *she crossed her arms and tilted her head as though she were staring at a painting before looking to Jabber again* I should have gotten Jack's last name. *looking at the case* is that a note?

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*The unique hum of the rotary steam engines that power the Archimedes could be heard in distance but did not approach. A few minutes later, the air spun and crackled and with a flash and a thunder crack, Tim appeared mid air and slammed in to a table on his back in his grey vest and goggles on*  Guhhhh

[Arabella Porter]

*Ara gets excited when she sees the usual crackles and flashes then goes to help him up* were you expecting anything different? don't die on me.

 

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Slowly moving to remove his goggles and letting out a smile when he opened his eyes to see the familiar face* I know you, don't I *smirking a little*

[Arabella Porter]

*she shakes her head and kisses him* maybe. Was that familiar enough?