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.

 

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil reaches out his hand and gently takes her's. With the utmost control he keeps from pulling this woman into his arms as he kisses her knuckles. His voice still cracking slightly. "I apologize my Lady. But you could well be her twin. Even your eye's have the same glint in them hers had when she introduced herself."

Shaking his head he smiles at her wistfully. "I am Wilhelm Heizeltroff. Most just call me Wil though. I hope my... behavior didn't startle you good Lady."

Holding himself up on his cane he lowers himself down and picks up his pipe from the floor. Pulling the engraved small tin from inside his coat he opens it for the second time in nearly a year. The smoke of the tobacco smells slightly of vanilla, lavender, and scotch as he fills his bowl and lights it with one of the matches he makes.

[Lady Abigail Preston]

Be at ease, sir. (Soft smile and inhaling with closed eyes). Lavender. Such a lovely scent, no?

[Valarian H. Vol]

*walks up beside Wil* I'm not entirely sure what's going on, but I know a special ocasion when I see one *pulls a small flask out of his pocket* here, it's some very rare Russian wine.  Very expensive.  I was told to give it to my lover, but it seems you could use it more *hands the flask to Wil* share, drink, be happy*

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

He smiles at her and nods. "I never thought so until I met my wife. She loved the smell of lavender. I grew to love it as well. It reminds me of her."

He smiles gently as he puffs gently at the pipe. His eyes still searching hers for any sign of recognition. "She gave me the tin for tobacco. I had it filled with a special blend. I had it blended so she would enjoy the smell as much as I enjoy the taste."

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Smiles tenderly as she gazes at the tin, then raises her eyes) She must be very special.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle smiles as she watches the exchange between the two, a bittersweet feeling settling into her heart.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*backs away into the shadows, trying not to disturb the moment any more than I have*

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

He sees her looking at it and offers it to her to see up close silently. "She was. She was the one person I've met who made me feel like I was a young man again. She was one of the smartest people I ever met. A natural at alchemy in fact. Sweeter than any sugar or honey that has ever touched the lips of man."

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his watch and opens it. Inside is a photo of them from their honeymoon. "She was the most beautiful and wonderful women I have ever met."

Showing her the photo she sees that the woman in the picture looks amazingly like her. "I lost her nearly a year ago. She went with a delivery to secure a contract and I never heard from her again."

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Eyes widen as she looks at the image....he hand going to her throat) That's Arabella? Oh...my....she does look just like me! (Eyes moving to his) I'm so sorry.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

He gives a soft smile and a shrug. "You see why everyone, including myself, was shocked by you. Annabelle was a regular in this bar before I was. I was just lucky enough to be able to help her. And found myself lost in her before it was over."

He looks at the photo for a moment before closing the watch and replacing it, puffing at his pipe again. "Would you care to join me for a drink Lady Abigail?"

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*letting out a fake, sad smile and clenching his jaw and taking a big drink before looking up with a look on his face* Ara, not now.....please...just..not now.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle hears Wil's sad statement and her heart drops. She sees Oswin's facial expression as Ara pries into his recent "adventures". She thinks about the issues Felix had been having lately. "I don't know what is going on around here lately..." She whispers sadly to herself. She quietly watches the events unfold around her, quietly sipping her wine all the while.