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 Abigail Preston]

*winks with an impish grin*  Now ... what I have I missed, gentlemen?

[Valarian H. Vol]

*laughs* I stopped a band of smugglers from delivering weapons to an anarchist faction *puts hands on hips like a super hero, laughing*

[Lady Abigail Preston]

*suitably impressed*  Oh, my ... did you, now?  How very grand!

[Valarian H. Vol]

*laughs* my new..employer...never will get used to saying that...sent me after these smugglers.  Turns out that's where the weapons they were smuggling were going.  And no, you probably don't want to ask how I found out...

[Lady Abigail Preston]

*leaning in*  Oh ... and why not?

[Valarian H. Vol]

Well, it may have involved the removal of one man's...less than mentionable parts...It's part of my past...

[Lady Abigail Preston]

*shocked*  Oh, my! 

[Rick hunter]

"Nothing much, I was just explaining how I only need one set of clothes to Valarian, and how my last set lasted ten years before I had to replace them with the variation I am now wearing." He gestured to his cleaner and less worn shirt. "I also dealt with delinquents who were the cause of the necessity of my new clothing."

[Lady Abigail Preston]

Mercy!  What did the delinquents do?  And how did you deal with them?

[Rick hunter]

"They tried to attack me, but my clockwork blade was more than enough," Steel said as he put his hand on the hilt of the blade. "They did prove quite troublesome since they had things they didn't understand how to use though."

[Lady Abigail Preston]

What do you mean?

[Rick hunter]

Steel took out of his vest a small object that looked like a clockwork sphere, and had two lenses in it. "This is a clockwork light concentrator. It seals the light inside, and continues collecting it until you have enough to shot a concentrated beam in the direction you point it in."