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]

*Aurelian walks in* I'm not dead. I'm alive! *He says, and stands next to Leander, smirking by the bar, quite pleased with himself* He said in desperation. *Leander stands again* You gettin' involved with the gangs again, you foukin' chave. *Aurelian frowns* i'm the one still breathing, yeah? so why don't you go back to hell where you've been? *Leander scoffs again* I've been here! not in hell. I don't even know if there is a hell.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle looks at the two strange boys-one a ghost-in astonishment. She raises an eyebrow and questions, "Just what is going on here? I have never met either of you before-dead or alive. Would someone give me some sort of explanation?" She mutters to herself, "Princess....just the reputation I want after running away from home..."

[Arabella Porter]

*Aurelian frowns in disappointment* You know - ugh- you - she doesn't remember me, *he points at Brielle* She doesn't- nyah *Leander sighs* I'm dead, and I'm looking to speak with Arabella Porter but if she won't be back any time soon, then you'll do just fine while I wait for her. *Leander then looks to Aurelian who's looking at Brielle with hurt eyes* but she- we had a- she knew me- she- ah *Leander smirks* My brother would like you to know you've met 'im. *He pats Aurelian on the back and sits on the counter of the bar*  So, *thinks* Brielle? *smiles* you're not from here. where you from? *he asks and leans back on the bar. Aurelian pouts and sits down*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She giggles a bit. "Aurelian, don't take it too hard....Ara brings so many people in here I can't quite keep them straight!!  She looks to the ghostly boy. "I ran away from home. Where from doesn't matter, I find I fit in much better here..." A crooked smile escapes her lips. "Ghosts and all."

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

After watching the scene unfold for a moment Lachlan calmly walks towards the ghostly boy pulling some sort of charm or talisman from off his hat band. He casually tosses the small alligator foot towards the apparition "Think fast lad !"

[Arabella Porter]

Leander crookedly smiles back. "I like your style." The alligator foot flies toward him, "FUCK" and Leander disappears. Aurelian looks at Lachlan for a moment, and runs out of the Gear. There's silence.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle blinks and looks towards Wil and Lachlan. "I think I get what happened with ghost boy and the voodoo alligator foot...but why did Aurelian run?" She shakes her head. "SO very peculiar. The rejected gear.....being haunted..what next?"

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil watches everything unfold and shakes his head. Turning back around he pulls out his pipe and pulls a small tin from inside his coat. Opening it he smells it and gets a wistful smile as he packs the tobacco into his pipe.

Lighting the pipe with a match he looks nostalgic as he puffs on the pipe. The smoke around him smelling sweet and gentle but with a hint of smell that reminds people of scotch.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

The foot should have only effected an evil spirit, I guess the kid got scared . Normally any harmful types spirits squeel like a real gator bit in to em. Guessing he had some hidden intent. Lachlan said calmly putting the charm back into his hat band

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She smiles. "If he was a "friend" of Ara's....likely he just wanted to cause some mischief." She giggles. "Oh I miss Ara. She sure keeps things interesting!"

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Quietly slips into the bar and takes a seat, eyeing the other patrons.  Eventually, he walks up to the bar* I'd like a glass of your strongest scotch.  Got some problems I need to wash away.  *sits down at a stool, seeming oblivious to what's going on around*

[Arabella Porter]

There a scream outside, a gun shot, and The door swings open and a ball made up of Arabella Porter and some other human being crash through, tumbling around on the floor. The man has her belt in his hand and she tries to reach for it.

  "So this is why I couldn't stab you. Let's see how thick skinned you are without it!" He yells and throws it across the floor. Ara curses under her breath and then proceeds to bite him in the shoulder. He yells as he pulls out a knife, his face red and veiny. Ara's eyes widen. Not this time. He slams down with the knife but conveniently in time, she knees him in the balls. Always take the cheap shot when a life is at stake. She's no warrior. She doesn't have honor or pride to protect like a knight. A cheap shot is ok sometimes. As he rolls off, she stands and runs for the belt and holster across the floor. She grabs her revolver and shoots. ....down....done.... this man was dead. 

"They get harder every time." She says to herself panting when  a stinging sensation comes across her side. she holds it knowing her hand will get bloody. This no longer comes with a bonus of shock. She gasps in as she walks to the bar, holding her side and looking at the dead sky pirate on the floor. "that was a close one. I'm glad I wasn't stabbed.* she raises a glass of rum. "thanks for the light grazing." She downs the rum and slams the glass on the table.