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.

 

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Chuckling with a wink* Nothing at all, mate. Nothing at all

[Alexander Baker]

ALrighty then*Downs more whiskey*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*Hides behind her fan*

[Arabella Porter]

Ara, stop sabotaging people and put a bag over that head of yours. *Ara snickers at Daniel who's laughing at his own joke* Go home little girl, that jokes been used up. You're wanted at Scotland yard for scaring the kids at the orphanage. *Daniel shrugs* I remember. The one you would have been put in had your mother not been blind. *Ara smiles* I would have the day you visited. They say that even the nuns had to learn brail.

    *she looks to Tim*

  what are you still doing awake? *she asks* Letting the bed bugs bite? Nightmares? *she wipes down the counter shaking her head* or are you working yourself so much that your mind's just racing. Don't want to lose the creative ideas that pop up at weird hours of the night? hm?

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

Oh, I'm going to sleep long and hard tonight, I promise you that. I haven't had to do a salvage operation like this in a long time. Fortunately, Archy is well enough....well after a little work...to help with some heavy lifting. And as for the mind racing *raising the scotch with a smirk* I'm working on that one *winking at Ara*

And Daniel *Turning mid speech* I find her face pretty damn tolerable.......with the lamps turned low *He chuckled as he sipped, bracing for impact*

[Arabella Porter]

ugh *scowls and smacks him upside the head. Taking his scotch and downing it she hops over the bar and moves over to Brielle ignoring the crew's snickers*

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

Oy! You can hit me, throw chairs, tackle me through a windows *Standing and walking behind the bar* But don't drink my scotch! *Pouring another class*

[Arabella Porter]

*smiles* sorry, handsome. the lights were too low. I thought it was my spiced rum. *grins*

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Smirking and walking back around* I'm sure you did. You're lucky I like you

[Arabella Porter]

you sure I'm so lucky? *giggles and swipes her finger across her throat*

[Arabella Porter]

*Jabber comes down from a rafter and stares deeply into Brielle's eyes. His grey furry koala ears flapping back and forth...how adorably hypnotizing. But he snatches the fan up and tosses it to Ara who catches it* how about I fight you for it. I'd love to sell your hiding place to one of virote's girls. they could sodomize him with this pretty one, eh boys? *she raises it up and points it at Brielle* you want it back? fight me. *she smiles mischievously*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*blinks* Fight you? With what? You know I would NEVER win...I can barely punch and you know it!