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.

 

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil chuckles and opens the door to the room. Comfortable chairs surround a polished table. Behind them on the other side from the door is the open door to the safe. She can clearly see the slide bolts in the thick steel door. Inside, while solid and extremely functional it also still decorated with engravings all over the various fixtures and with ornate details on the front of each deposit box.

"This safe is a top of the line. It's also been reinforced with every available formula that would help. As well as some magical wards from Valarian it seems. Once this door is shut and locked the only way to open it requires the combination, the key, and the voice command of who ever is keyed into the spell. That took a friend of mine to have done but he was happy to."

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Coming in with a smile ... looking around to see if there is anyone around.)

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Val comes out of the library and sees Abi* hello ma'am *smiles warmly*

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(returns the smile)  Hello, Valarian.  How are you today?

[Valarian H. Vol]

I am well.  Just enjoying the new three story library and the new furniture *beckons her into the library in the back* 

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(walking into the room, a look of wonder and awe in her eyes)  How beautiful!  (runs her fingers along some of the furniture.)

[Valarian H. Vol]

Indeed  I have room to stretch *smiles and unfolds his wings*

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(smiles)  Impressive, Valarian.   The wings, I mean.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*looks embarrassed* oh...um...yeah...

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

Walks into the gear, with a somewhat smile on his and cane in hand. Pulling off his top hat, and hanging it on the hat rack, he hollers** What's up fuckers!

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(turns with a smile)  Hello, Dusten.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Hearing the commotion, Brielle clambers down from the third story in the library and comes into the main part of the bar. "Good evening, friends. I hope the night finds you well?"