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.

 

[Valarian H. Vol]

*two of the three men take off at a dead sprint.  The third, however, seems determined to put up a fight.  Val looks at Lac* you got him, or want me to?

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Who him? *Laclan points nonchalantly at the ruffian with a death wish*

He's already dead...*In a flash Lachlan is standing beside the walking corpse and slams both fists into his neck one in the front and one to the base of the neck by the skull his body falls and collapses in a heap on the floor* " See told you already dead"  "Now , drink?"

[Valarian H. Vol]

*smiles and walks over to the bar* I'll join you for that drink.  What'll it be today?  I'll be having my Tireiron No. 7 Scotch.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Well something in the scotch family say 18 to 25 year old A good peaty island single malt is sounding nice.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*smiles* you obviously have better tastes than me my friend *pours him a glass* twenty years.  Much better than my stuff.  Learned to drink it before a jump.  Sort of the "nothing worse can happen" principal *laughs*

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

I suppose in those circumstances that's true. Can't fathom jumping from a perfectly good airship though.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*laughs* As an Aerial Drop Vanguard Commando, it was kinda my job *smiles* it's lotsa fun.  Trust me!

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Um, no. I have an allergy to sudden stops after a fall. And I dont trust those para whatever ya call them.

[Valarian H. Vol]

Grav-thrusters are what we used *laughs and acts like a salesman* Guaranteed to give you a hard landing your legs won't soon forget.  That was always our joke.  They got you down in one piece, but just barely sometimes.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

ouch...no thanks

[Valarian H. Vol]

*chuckles* I've still got one up in my supplies if you're interested.  Take ya up to low orbit, then teach you how to use it *smiles and quotes* "Left button, left thrustor.  Right button, right thrustor.  Think you got that?  Good, now prove it!" Our drill instructor, just before shoving the whole lot of us out of an airship for the first time.  Scared the crap out of me for sure.

[Arabella Porter]

*Ara skips in with a pair of handcuffs dangling  from her right wrist and stops at the bar* All is well here, I assume? I don't see any pain and tears.