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.

 

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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]

 Well, once this who Tura'lu mission closes, the fun might spark back up again. *looks around the bar and thinks* although, we haven't had many birthdays, weddings, or otherwise around here so there haven't been many parties. *with her wrists against the ledge of the bar counter and her left hip jutted out, ara bites her lip and looks to Mary and Brielle* let's throw a party. I'll talk to Alex abut it. might not be a good time especially with everything that's happening but we need a pick up.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*perks up* A party would be so much fun! I haven't been dancing in so very long....I think Felix could use it too. Even if he is grumbly about it. He's been so down about feeling like he didn't save me, and then the Dorian Grey....*blushes* He has a rather possessive streak, I will tell you that...*coughs* definitely did NOT like the idea of anyone else...erm...claiming...me before he did *blushes*

[Arabella Porter]

*Mary raises an eyebrow* oh please, men are only visitors when it comes to women. they can't just put their flag down on your Netherlands and claim you for England. *Ara scoffs* maybe in your profession. *Mary smiles* Did Leander ever claim you? *Ara clears her throat* duh. but we're not discussing that. either way, the way I see it, is that a man or woman *looks to Brielle* whatever the preference, *back to Mary* can claim you and then you gain your independence when they bugger off. *the two women laugh* it's the same for the men. not that humans are scraps of land.

 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*blushes furiously* Ah well...I quite like him right now. A lot. I certainly don't feel like a scrap of land....*gulps some of her drink* What were we talking about?

[Arabella Porter]

sex *Mary said nonchalantly. Ara grins* always the sex talk with me. *she laughs* so, *she scoots towards Brielle until she's across from her and rests her chin in her hand* any late nights getting claimed yet? uh huh uh huh? *grin*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*eyes wide* I don't wish to talk about this....its...private.....*takes a huge gulp* um...so about the weather...its been quite nice lately hasn't it?

[Arabella Porter]

He fucked her *Mary said, sipping her drink. Ara giggled* alright, we won't talk about it. I'm still curious though.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*blushes and stares into her empty glass* He did no such thing! I wouldn't call it that dreadful word!...oh...hum....these drinks...oh dear. I say toooooooo much.

[Arabella Porter]

*Mary thinks* so then would you say...you fucked him? *Ara puts her hand over Mary's mouth* no dear, just...no. Quit while you're ahead. *Mary bites Ara's hand and Ara pulls it off and purrs playfully and smiles at Brielle* it was only 1/4 southern comfort.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Oh...my...heavens no! *her eyes go wide and then she faints*

[Arabella Porter]

*Mary catches her* sorry *she looks to Ara* my god. these upper class girls are sensitive. *Ara pours a glass of water and slides it in front of Mary* that they are but they at least have manners drilled into them. *grins*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*groggily comes to* oh my....I think I need another drink....*giggles weakly* or two. Good thing Felix isn't here tonight.