The Rejected Gear
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.
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Permalink Reply by Valarian H. Vol on
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*walks over and sits next to Ian* sounds like my kind of party *smiles and grabs something randomly off the middle shelf* I can drink to that.
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Permalink Reply by Graf Falke von Falkenhorst on
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Feeling a bit hungry and not wanting the stout to go to his head, the older man orders a salmon sandwich with cheese, and asks if the establishment has any aged stilton with apricots to go with it.
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Permalink Reply by Lady Brielle Serra on
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Simon nods and chatters, climbing into the kitchen to prepare the feast.
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Permalink Reply by Sgt. Ian MacBrooke on
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Head perks to the side and I ask, "Hey...is that stilton and apricots I smell?"
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Indeed, Sir. I ordered some to go with my salmon. This establishment seems to be well stocked.
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She sighs and leans her head against her chest. "I know. I know. That doesn't make me like it any more..." She tilts her head up and looks at him. "What has been going on as of late anyways? I know you go on missions but these last few ones have been extremely long and tura'lu is gone..."
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Permalink Reply by Alexander Baker on
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"Tura' Lu is gone, but the rogue wraiths and the like are still out there. There has been a lot going on, terrorist attacks everywhere, countries wanting to turn on each other. It is hell outside of england," sipping his whiskey.
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Her mouth quirks up. "I don't suppose you could take me with you?", tentative hope in her voice. "After all, if it is hell outside of england...there is no guarantee england will stay safe. Better if I am with you, no?" She gives him a somber look.
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"The gear will be safe, if things go to hell just get in here, thankfully your renovations have left most of the emergency gear intact," finishing his whiskey, "Things will get better soon enough. If anything goes wrong the Alicia protocol will get you to me."
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She blinks. "The Alicia protocol? What is that?" Pouting slightly, "And I suppose that is a no on me coming with you?" She hides her face in his chest to conceal the tears. "I love that you are home, but the goodbyes are so difficult..."
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"don't think of it as goodbye then," rubbing her hair "This all only temporary, We will get it sorted out soon," Kissing her forehead. "It will be okay."
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She leans into his touch. "I hope you are right about this.
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