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.

 

[Valarian H. Vol]

*walks out from somewhere in the back as Lach is walking in* please tell me you aren't here to cause trouble.  I just shot a man in the back alley, and one more body won't really hurt things. *looks around* however, if you're here on good terms, I'll happily join you for that drink.

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

"What the bloody hell was that about, you twice-poxed son of a motherless goat?", Ian Mac bellows at his assailant as he limps back into the the main room. "I ought to split you open, you dang-blasted gobshite!", he continues as he storms over to Valarian, pulling his vibro-bowie out and into view.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*pulls out his combat knife* you attacked me!  I will grant that it was dark, but still!

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

"If by attack you meant that I was a bit startled by you sudden appearance and dropped all my loose change, then yes, I 'attacked' you," I return with some heat. Discharging and returning my blade to it's holster, I offer my hand and a grumpy apology.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*puts his gun and blade away and shakes Ian's hand* I am terribly sorry.  As I was walking, someone attacked me.  I didn't get a good look, but they ran in your direction.  I rounded the corner and saw you.  I thought it was you, so I shot you.  My apologies "looks down*

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*A loud deep, roar, is heard in the distance though not approaching. The air spins and sparks for a quick moment bright flash and crack in the center or the bar, a man appears in a black leather topper, grey coat and goggles over his eyes, coughing, vapor rising off his clothing. He stumbles but quickly gains his footing, seeing the two gents in the bar* Christ...*coughing and clearing his throat* Afternoon boys...

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

"Simon, a round of Bugman's Breakers Stout for me and whatever the lads here want on my tab," Ian calls out to the barkeep. "Peanuts! Where the damned peanuts around here," I grump to no one in particular and everyone at once.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*sits down at the bar* I'll take the strongest Scotch you've got.  Got something I gotta say *looks around*

[Arabella Porter]

Having a lads night, are we? Should I leave? *walks in with a body bag over her shoulder* Don't mind this, I'm having issues with the gangs in Whitechapel.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*looks at Ara fondly* Good evening.  Would you care to join me for a toast to an old friend of mine?

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Taking off his coat, hat and goggles and hopping behind the bar, grabbing the McCallan and coughing a little, the strange oscillating hum still in the distance* Where the hell is that damn monkey.... *Pouring a glass and taking along sip and refilling the glass, seeing Ara walk in* Hey, trouble.

[Arabella Porter]

Sure, what kind of wine? *she then looks to Tim* Hey handsome. *she winks* um....before anything, I'd like to apologize for yesterday. *her face is clearly forcing out the apology* I was *she pauses and sounds it out* I....was...out....of....line?