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.

 

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil chuckles and nods. "Should the warrants for my arrest across most of the continent ever expire I shall take you up on that!"

[Lady Brielle Serra]

"I might take you up on that. It would be good for me to get out and about one of these times Felix is on an extended trip..." She stands up, covering a yawn. "Gentlemen, it is time that I retire for the evening. Goodnight!" She gives a little wave and then turns back towards her bedroom.

[Graf Falke von Falkenhorst]

"I can assure you, with all due modesty, you would have no difficulties in Ruritania. I do know people. As for crossing Europe to get there, there are no police stations in the clouds."

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Oh Ruritania is one of the few I'd have no concerns with. It's getting there without spending an undesired amount of time in one jail or another that I'm concerned with. If that happened I may loose contracts after all." Wil smiled with a small chuckle.

[Graf Falke von Falkenhorst]

"Should you ever wish to visit, I will charter the airship personally. The ship and all aboard are Ruritanian territory and the passengers and crew have immunité diplomatique," a wry smile crosses his face.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil laughs and shakes his head. "That is the trouble right there. I don't fly. Ever. The ground is quite sufficient for my travels!"

[Graf Falke von Falkenhorst]

"That would present a few wrinkles to be dealt with, but one of the official State locomotives would serve just as well. Perhaps better, as you stand in the window and wave at the officers of the law who are not permitted to board. At any rate, the offer is open should you ever wish to avail yourself of it."

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Well if ever I have need to travel to Ruritania I will be sure to send word to you!" He laughs and pours himself another glass.

[Graf Falke von Falkenhorst]

"Farewell, Brielle. Sleep well." He rises and bows with that slight heel click again.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*Lach enters, throwing open the doors* I am now looking for crew folk to ship out ! I need to replace some folk willing to take a tour over Imperial Russian airspace.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Val starts and looks up from a pale blue drink* hello...Um, what kind of pople are you looking for?

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Ya need to have good nerves, good shot, and certain elastic qualities when it comes to morals.