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.

 

[Lady Abigail Preston]

*arching an eyebrow slightly towards Steel*  I can agree to that ... to a certain degree.  For instance ... I am polite because I do crave companionship.  And ... because it's the way I wish to be treated. 

[Rick hunter]

"I do not wish to seem like a pessimist," Steel said as he bowed his head slightly, "but I have spent a number of years searching for something that I now am losing hope to ever find." He let out a heavy sigh, and steam escaped his mouth, "answers to questions only one person knows."

[Lady Abigail Preston]

*compassionate look*  I wish I could help you.  I know from experience that wasted time is tragic for the mind and soul. 

[Rick hunter]

"Yes, it is," Steel's receptors rotated slightly, the closest thing to closing his eyes that he could do. "I wasn't always a machine, I know that much... but I don't remember anything waking up with metallic bones, and clockwork under my skin." Steel rolled up a sleeve, and showed the intricate design of clockwork the formed most of his internal body.

[Lady Abigail Preston]

*looking closely*  Oh, my.   How fascinating ... I do hope that you can get your answers soon, sir. 

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil walks into the bar and taps the snow from his boot with his cane. Setting his top hat and coat on the normal peg he smiles as he see's the new windows are already fully installed.

Walking to the bar he goes around and drops out of sight for a moment. He comes up a moment later with a glass jar in his hand. He waves to everyone in an off hand manner and moves to his normal chair by the fireplace. His cane thumping firmly before he drops himself into the seat.

His pipe and tobacco pouch pulled from his vest pockets he quickly fills the bowl and lights it. As soon as he has a good curl of smoke coming from the bowl he unscrews the top of the jar and takes a sip of the clear liquid.

[Lady Abigail Preston]

*smiles sweetly*  Hello, Wil, sir.  How are you this evening?  *looks quizzically at the jar*  What delicacy are you enjoying tonight, if I may ask? 

[Rick hunter]

"Thank you miss Abigail," Steel said, then looked to Wil, "I do not believe I have made your acquaintance," he said rolling down  his sleeve.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil laughs lightly and smiles at her. "My dear lady it is always wonderful to see you. I apologize for my rude entrance. As for the 'delicacy' it's actually nothing of the sort. One of my hobbies I've gotten into in my old age is distilling liquor. This is drink is what most Americans would simply call 'moonshine'."

[Lady Abigail Preston]

*moves toward Wil with her jasmine tea and asks permission with her eyes to be seated at his table.*  Moon-shine?  I have never heard of such ... at least I don't think I have!  And it's always wonderful to see you, as well.  *smiles*

[Rick hunter]

Steel disappeared into a shadowy corner, and if it wasn't for his glowing eyes and ticking clockwork, he would have been invisible.

[Lady Abigail Preston]

Steel ... do join us if you wish?