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.

 

[Arabella Porter]

*she stands silently and turns from Brielle, going to the sink and turning the tap on to wash Dorian's wine glass*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She blinks twice, before standing up and standing across from the sink.

"Did I do something? You are behaving very unlike yourself right now..."

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*runs into the bar hauling a box on one shoulder and a guy on the other *ahahahaha!!! oh my gears you should've seen it!*is steaming and her coat is smoking* oh wow!

[Arabella Porter]

*looks past Bri's shoulder, nodding silently to Captain Silver, She keeps scrubbing the wine glass even though it's clean, foam building up in the sink*

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

I blew up a dirigible! I've ne'er done that before!And then this guy fell!*drops the unconscious man on the floor*and then I save Felix's caramel*puts the box on the bar* oh man! you should've seen it.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She nods to Silver and steps closer to Ara, touching her arm.

"Arabella, please, tell me what is going on?" She bites down on her lower lip, becoming more and more worried by the second. 

[Arabella Porter]

  *shoots Silver a smile, listening to the story as she continues to scrub the wine glass as though there were still some sort of invisible stain* Nothing, Brielle. Everything's fine for once. *she says quietly*

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*stops talking when she notices Ara and comes over* what's eatin' ya?

[Arabella Porter]

Everything's great! *she says in a sort of overly peppy tone of voice, rinsing the wine glass and then continuing to scrub*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She tilts her head, not quite believing Ara's words.

"When everything is fine, you are usually a bit chattier. And you don't tend to ignore handsome men, cads though they may be. You like to flirt and teas them a bit..." She drifts off into silence and awaits the response.

[Arabella Porter]

I'm fine! *she raises her voice and the wine glass cracks and breaks in her hand, cutting it in the palm*

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*grabs your hand immediately staunching the bleeding* bad girl. *smiles and looks at you her green eyes looking sad though her smile never waivered* it'll be alright, whatever 'tis that's botherin' ya. it'll blow over. like rain off the mast.