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.

 

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil looks at him as he pours the wine. "It's all gone Dorian. Everything. My whole life has been stolen."

Pouring another glass of the rotgut he again drains it. "The King's personal guard working with agents from the Department kf Specialized Services led a raid on my lab the morning and seized it as property of the crown. I escaped only to find that my accounts throughout Europe have been seized as well." He looks up at Dorjan and his eyes are empty. "I have nothing left."

[Arabella Porter]

Dorian's eyes flash up from the wine, as he shakes his head. "Everything?" He asks. 

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil nods slowly. "I escaped with the clothes I am wearing and a sack full of my research. I don't even know if Shankar escaped!"

Wil looked towards his usual table and the custom chair beside it. "I wonder if they woukd mind me sleeping in my chair for a few days?"

[Arabella Porter]

the wine Dorian is pouring overflows from his glass, splashing a bit on the counter and he quickly stops pouring before placing the bottle silently on the counter and cleaning up the small puddle with a rag as Wil speaks. He looks to the chair. "I doubt they'd mind lending you a room. Aren't you friends with the owner of this establishment?" He asked. 

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

"I believe so. I paid for the recent upgrades and expansion though I did not need to. Perhaps if I see the young lady in charge I will ask. Though I am loathe to do so."

Wil shakes his head quickly, his normally neat and tidy hair waving freely as he does. "I am in a bad way indeed Dorian. I have never faced such as this before. I am afraid I will need cancel my membership to your little club as it were."

[Arabella Porter]

Dorian moves back around the counter and sits next to him. ""I wish I could offer you something at the club but I'm afraid I cannot be in low standing with the crown. Edward is rather impatient of the scandals that come out of my establishments but you are always welcome to my home in white Chapel if you need it." He put a sympathetic hand on Wil's back and sipped his wine. "It's rather dreadful, the pain of the lower class but there's some beauty to be found in their raw nature and more variation in their kind." 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

High up in the rafters, Simon blinks sleepily. It has been at least several hours since he last heard any voices or footsteps throughout the main part of the Rejected Gear. Curious, he slips down the wooden posts whisper quiet and unseen, to lurk behind the bar and eavesdrop. 

Upon hearing the severity of the situation, the little monkey sorts through the drawer of keys, and upon finding a suitable one scampers over to Wilhelm and tugs on the leg of his pants, offering the key to a room when Wil takes notice.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil gives Dorian a half smile and nods. "I am quite understanding of such a need of course." 

As he goes to continue he feels the tug and looks down to see Simon holding out a key. "Well hello there my friend. What is this?" Taking the key helooks and realizes it is for one of the decent set of rooms upstairs. "Are you sure Simon? I wouldn't want to impose or cause you issue."

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Val walks in from the library, wearing a fine longcoat with matching gloves and trousers.  A faint glow can barely be seen encircling his head at eye level.  Seeing Wil's disheveled look, his happy expression turns sour*

"I couldn't help but overhear the conversation.  Terribly sorry to hear.  If there's anything you need, I'll see what I can do..."

[Arabella Porter]

Dorian looks back to Valarian and to Simon and shrugs. "Seems like you have a few resources" He says, sipping his wine. "However, I will say that you should be cautious about coering your tracks. They must still be looking for you." 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Simon scrunches up his face and pushes the key firmly into Wil's hand. He chatters with a distinctly annoyed tone, and then scrambles up to the bar. He nonchalantly grabs a cloth and starts wiping down the bar, and Wil could swear the monkey winked at him.

[Valarian H. Vol]

Val nods at Dorian.
"I agree. I don't know the cause of this, but if you need any sort of covert work done, I'll gladly lend my services. How much did you manage to salvage?"