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.

 

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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.

 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Felix...are you leaving tonight? *clutching the key*

[Arabella Porter]

ok, it was his idea. *laughs. Chanter chuckles deeply* and you called the poor man upstairs a talker? at least he got through the torture. *Ara's jaw juts out irritably before morphing into a sly smile* kind of unlike when I yelled at you for ripping a sail and you blamed it on Ezra . *chanter shakes his head* no, different. So different*he says nonchalantly* whatever, *Ara says looking back to Brielle* whenever Jabber and I spot affections in the bar, we make a bet on the timing of certain events.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*blushes* Oh. I see. And what certain event was this supposed to be exactly?

[Arabella Porter]

*walks over puts her finger on the key* when Felix would hand you the master key *giggles*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*Looks at Ara, the key, and back to Ara* Oh! Um...well....its just a token! It doesn't matter that its the master key...the only key....to his bedroom...but I won't go in there I promise! *turns brilliant crimson* Um. I'm not going to talk anymore now...

[Arabella Porter]

No. *devilish smile on her face* there's no rules of propriety to be afraid of here although your efforts to remain ladylike are admirable. *shrugs and sits on the counter of the bar* Let's just call this...girl talk.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Ah...Ok Ara...what do you want to talk about? *squirms uncomfortably under Ara's gaze*

[Arabella Porter]

*devilish smile turns to devilish grin* well, let's crack you out of your shell first. Where did you grow up? wait...what's your last name? maybe I've turtle doved you before.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Well...I grew up on an estate just outside of Sussex...My last name is Serra*smiles, thinking she is getting away with no uncomfortable questions*

[Arabella Porter]

oh, I see. You're a country girl. *smiles* and I think you mentioned being married? almost being married?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Almost married. I was engaged. His name was Phillip. He was a dreadful bore...*nervously chattering*

[Arabella Porter]

A dreadful bore? *laughs* aren't most of the men in your class *thinks* actually, no, i have met some men in the upper classes who are quite exciting. no doubt you've been to one of Mr. Grey's parties since you've stayed in London. He's an exciting fellow. Told me that he only lives for pleasure. It's true too. But anyways, tell me more of this Phillip speak what's on your mind. There's no one to judge you here.