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]

Alright, here we go *uses Chloroform to knock him out and then squeamishly picks up the scalpel* I can't believe I'm doing this....*She cuts into him slowly, digging around for a moment* I don't see anything in here! *She keeps looking and then pulls out a tiny microchip like object* I really hope this is what I am looking for.....*She sutures up the back of his neck*

[Alexander Baker]

Hand it here*Holding out a gloved hand.* 

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[Lady Brielle Serra]

*hands the microchip over to Felix* guess we will have to wait for him to wake up and see if there would be any more..

[Alexander Baker]

Use these*Tosses her some smelling salts*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*grabs the smelling salts and waves them under Fergus's nose, gently shaking his shoulder*

[Arabella Porter]

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[Lady Brielle Serra]

Ara, we don't know anything...hopefully the chip will give us some answers, and he will be in his right mind for some more questions when he wakes up *looks concerned*

[Alexander Baker]

If its even a microchip. I rememeber seeing these as a small child but this looks ancient yet new. like something out of a rift.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*Shakes her head* We don't know...at all...it is very very strange...*Give Fergus a vigorous shake*

[Arabella Porter]

they must have meant it for interrogation then. So that hed talk when they needed info.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*looks at him with concern* I sure hope so....lets get him to bed now...*helps Captain Snow get Fergus up to a room to rest for the night* We can ask more questions tomorrow.