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.

 

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*it's cut like a crystal but is glowing a faint blue green color. it's warm and almost feels as though it's not there though you're looking at it.* it's Aether.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

That man goes on more deployments than is healthy for him. One of these days I'm going to pour one concoction or another down his throat and hope it heals him fast enough." Wil shakes his head as he moves to his table and settles into his chair.

"Well know you have an airship of your own. And I'm sure you enjoy it as well Captain."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*shakes her head* You realize he left with a completely unhealed abdominal puncture wound? I didn't even get a chance to look at it....

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil groans softly and shakes his head. "He's getting to old for that kind of damage Brielle. He needs to slow down before he stops being able to be fixed."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

You think I don't know that? No matter what I do he won't listen!!! *starts sobbing* One day he is just going to leave and then never come back because he will be DEAD!

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil winces and gently grips her shoulders. "I wouldn't worry about that Brielle. His crew will make sure he gets out somehow. It's what they do. But next time may be a good time to set him down and suggest trying to do a full heal before he hits the airways again."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*she calms down a bit and sniffles* I certainly hope so. And he really really does need a break but he won't stop until he is satisfied that whatever his mission is, is complete.....*she frowns* I'll have to think of some way to convince him it is a good idea.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil smiles at her softly and nods. "If anyone can find a way to make him cool his heels some it'll be you Brielle. You are closer then any of us to him."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*she smiles weakly* I'll have to work on that...a lot of the reason he is so involved in this is because of me. Tura lu actually managed to get his hands on me briefly and the threat of that seems to have triggered this mania in his quest to end him....

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Then worry not. He will find this villain and end him as sure as my pipe has smoke from it." He smiles again and nods to her confident in his surety.

"I'm afraid I must depart. Enjoy your evening my dear." He smiles gently as he gathers his stuff and slips out the door.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*Walks into the rejected gear and sits by the bar, ordering a glass of wine from Simon, idly daydreaming away by herself, enjoying the momentary quiet*

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil strolls in a few moments later. A black shafted cane with a silver ball for a grip in his hand. Leaning on it he sees Brielle and smiles. "Greetings good lady! How are you today?"