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.

 

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Val glares at the door for a second after the figure leaves.  Then, he very calmly holsters his pistol* I'm sorry about that.  It's just not every day that you happen to see your former torturer from Hell walk in...

[Arabella Porter]

Torturer from Hell. Aren't you some angel of whatever the damn? Think you can get me on St. Peter's list? *she winks*

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Val smiles slightly* indeed I am.  Not that I have much sway up there any more.... *he looks especially grim for a second, before lightening up*

But, that's in the past I suppose.  Time to focus on the future *just noticing Ara's wink, he winks back rather awkwardly*  Another round on me?

[Arabella Porter]

You too, love. Don't get yourself in trouble on the way home, now. *She smiles and refills Val's drink.* 

[Valarian H. Vol]

Thank you dear *Val smiles as he takes a swing* Dearly sorry about all that.  Haha, I really do need to start meeting less life-threatening people *he chuckles* Or perhaps just prettier ones*

[Arabella Porter]

Perhaps *she refills her own drink* I have a habit of being trouble, myself so I know exactly where you're coming from....welll....maybe not exactly, but a small hit of empathy counts more than none, no? *she smiles* we're victims of ourselves. 

[Valarian H. Vol]

Of course *he smiles* You are a very interesting lady.  I've never met one such as you. Certainly not one as charming...

[Arabella Porter]

Oh my *she chuckles* I'm afraid I'm not the holiest of options for your fancy. *she pours herself another drink* You best find yourself a mission girl. 

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Val laughs* but of course.  Excuse my...brashness.  It's been a long day *blushes and sips his drink*

[Arabella Porter]

It's alright. You're quite the gentleman. *she sips her drink* I just don't requite anything. 

[Valarian H. Vol]

Of course of course.  *he looks up at the clock* however, I'm afraid, much to your relief, that I must get going... *he quickly grabs his things, awkwardly nods at Ara, and rushes out*

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*nearly colliding with Val as he leaves* Um, Hello, goodbye...*flaps the lapels of his jacket as if knocking off dust from the trail* Oi ! monkey! I need that special bottle I told ya to hide from everyone else. An if the kitchen is open 4  eggs and a slab of bacon .