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.

 

[Valarian H. Vol]

*looks at her funny* what's wrong...?  Well, besides the obvious.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*digs into her shirt and pulls out...a black leather bound journal*

[Valarian H. Vol]

Hmmm...I see.  Looks awful familiar.  Whoever this person is, they sure know a lot about your past...

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*opens it and you see that handwriting and the gate...*

[Valarian H. Vol]

*points to the picture* that's the picture I saw...

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*shoves the book away from her* I didn't put that there.*she hissed*

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

"God damn it!, Ian shouts to no one in particular, just stewing for a fight. He grabs the large stein he normally keeps around for the special releases from Bugman's and upends a bottle of Dad's Hat White Rye into the deep recesses. Heading over to his chair...

he drops into it, grabs a bowl of cashews and proceeds to put a hurtin' on this shit.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Peeks out of the library at the commotion* what's the matter with you today?

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*peeks head through the door*  Anyone abouts? 

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Looks up from his corner* hey there

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

"Sorry about that. Daydreaming some e-car/bike plans into existence there," Ian replies, shaking himself from his deep reverie.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*Lachlan walks in , his mechanic Rollie an athletically built ginger girl in greasy overalls in tow* "Come on Capt'n this is humiliating!"  *Lachlan speaks up * Anyone seen Brie abouts ? We need her help desperately." *Rollie struggles as Lachlan's grip on her arm tightens not enough to hurt but enough to hold her fast. *Rollie sighes* "Ok, ok, Capt'n I give at least buy a girl a drink before ya send me on this crazy plan."