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.

 

[Alexander Baker]

He winks to Brielle as the rope he zips into the air as propeller sounds fill the air. The massive ship starts flying south. The skycaptian at its helm.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*watches Felix leave with a heavy heart, gently twirling the key in her fingers, watching until the ship can no longer be seen* *she looks at the key and shakes her head* *whispers under her breath* He's a dangerous one to fall for...never know what will happen next...

[Arabella Porter]

Well, you could always do it in the tub as long as it's big enough...as long as he's big enough. *winks and giggles again* sorry *shakes her head* You must understand, I'm never around ladies. The closest I get is my friend Mary and she's still a prostitute. Tell me when you're about to faint and I'll get you some water.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*mouth gapes open* Excuse me? What? *giggles* This is the least traumatizing thing that happened tonight, I think I'm ok. I also think I would rather them not smell odd and take care of themselves. Ugh...Phillip!

[Arabella Porter]

 Of course. *thinks and stares at Brielle* how about we get back to that defense yeah? here, *stands up* punch me! I  know I've been asking that a lot lately but it's a good skill to have now that you're unchained.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*Brielle stands up and throws as solid a punch as she can manage, shaking her hand afterwards* Any better than before?

[Arabella Porter]

whoa! *staggers back a bit* nice arm. I like it. It has a little kick to it too. Now this is what I do. I like to give it a little twist on impact just to drill in the sting, you know?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Thank you! Really? Hmm I never thought I would be able to punch. Let me try again. Like this? *Modifies the punch the way Ara described*

[Arabella Porter]

*she hunches over* perfect! you learn fast. A bit more arm strength and you'd probably be able to punch sir Phillip smells-a-lot to Paris. *chuckles as Chanter walks back down with a damp empty bucket* we were going to wake him in the morning. *she says. Chanter shrugs* I got nervous. What if his buddies come around. *Ara sighs deeply and looks to Brielle* Well, duty calls, my dear. I'm afraid I have to go finish some business. *Chanter walks upstairs, moments later he comes down with a groaning man over his shoulder* Porter, where's my gun. *Ara shakes her head* You're not getting it back for now. we don't want any accidents. You'll be alright. I'll give it to your first mate. *As chanter walks out the man says* Don't tell my captain. *Ara smiles* oh he'll not know a thing. *she looks back to Brielle* It's been wonderful but I really must go. *she says, beginning to walk out*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Ara...one more thing....

[Arabella Porter]

yes? *she whirls around*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Felix is so tough to figure out! One minute, he is being so sweet, he actually gave me a rose the other day! The next, he doesn't want to talk about it, is warning me how he will die early and can be scary and cold. What made him like that? How can I get him to drop some of those walls?