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.

 

[Alexander Baker]

*sarah slaps her across the face leaving a red mark.* god damnit child. She is dead. The most he can do is visit her tombstone. They never had any adventures. She stayed safe here in London. He once had the opportunity to travel back in time to see her. He destroyed that machine. He knows she is gone. But he also knows he will find someone.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*mouth gapes open, she lifts her hand to her cheek, in a state of shock* oh....ok....*shaky voice* I'm going to go sit down now....*goes to sit at the table where Felix was earlier*

[Alexander Baker]

*sits across fom Brielle.* look. Felix likes you. He's a tough nut to crack. Now I have to make sure he doesn't go often Tura'lu. *she walks over to the console. And starts yelling at it: damnit Alicia. Stop his damn ship.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*Looks up sharply* He's going after Tura'lu??? You mean after all this tonight he's going to go get himself killed? *puts her head down on the table* Why couldn't I have been satisfied with Phillip....and a mansion...and babies...babies are cute....*mumbling to herself*

[Alexander Baker]

*she throws her knife into the wall next to Brielle's head*. Calm down child. * hitting the console.* he knows not to go after my father.* The sound of the lift filled the air as the jet filled the room*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*Eyes wide* Your...father?

[Alexander Baker]

Yes father. Tura'lu is Jack and I's father.*she paused.*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*Blinks* You and Jack are siblings? You are with Felix...why would your father want to kill him?

[Alexander Baker]

No one said our dad was a good guy.till a couple years ago we didn't know he was alive.*the lift Brings the jet up Sarah. Runs to check it. She sees the walnut box sitting in the pilots seat. She picks it up and opens it. A black and silver Luger pistol was sitting on red velvet. There were the initials BRS engraved in a circle. The circle was covered in ornate rose carvings, the handle made of black dyed ivory. The engravings all lined with silver.* Brielle I think he was going to give this to you.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*Brielle gets up from her seat and walks over to Sarah, reaching out and gently touching the pistol, reading her own initials* Oh....he DOES care....*frowns* What horrible, awful timing! *shakes her head* If only I had known I never would have brought that other gun downstairs...

[Alexander Baker]

Still doesn't explain here the hell he is at though. Beating yourself up wont make things right.*she hits the console again. And quietly yells at it: where is you smug little

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*quietly watches as Sarah tries to find out where Felix went* I guess you are right. I didn't know any better and I certainly can't fix it until he gets back from wherever he went and cools down some...that's important with him, I've noticed...