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]

Just under the 10 minute mark Shankar comes through the door with Simon close on his heels. Shankar carrying a heavy bag loaded with weapons and a collection of vials. Simon seems to be dragging a bag of books behind him. As soon as he can he moves up into the rafters and ties the bag off. 

Pulling out a book the monkey quickly rifles through the pages until he finds something. Using three of his feet he began making complicated gestures until finally the door way seems to glow brightly for a moment before it fades away.

As that happens Shankar is pulling out vials and pouring small doses of several into Wil's wounds. As soon as the chemicals combine the bleeding stops and it can be seen that the wounds are starting to heal up at a fast rate.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

As Shankar and Simon burst through the door, she lets out a relieved sigh and falls back into a chair.

She nods to the two and says, "Thank Goodness you boys made it back before that crazy man got in!" She watches as the doorway glows and tilts her head. To the room, she asks, "I'm assuming that will keep anyone from getting in?"

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Shankar merely shrugs and shakes his head. "I'm afraid I do not understand what our simian companion is doing."

Wil gives a small shrug. "Without knowing what spell he used out of what book it could be anything from a warning to incinerating anyone who steps through. Most of my library is far beyond what I am capable of doing but that monkey seems more than capable!" 

He laughs a bit and winces as he feels the wounds closing. The solution Shankar had applied to his face felt ice cold but he could tell it was working.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She watches with fascination as the wounds heal up before their eyes.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

It looks great but let me assure you it hurts like you can't imagine. It's like having the wound done all over again." Wil laughs than yelps as the bullet pushes out of his leg wound.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She winces as he yelps but continues watching.
"I need to learn how to make whatever that is. It seems like it beats Felix's go to method of cauterize anything from a scratch to missing limbs...." She shakes her head then looks back at the doorway. Nodding at Simon, "He does have an otherworldy knowledge of the occult. Granted, I expect nothing less from our own demon monkey." She lets out the first genuine giggle of the night.

[Joelle Karma]

enters the bar wore out and tired orders a chicken fried fried steak with biscuits and gravy

  

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She jumps as Joelle walks in, and then recognizes that she is friend, not foe.

"Oh, hello Joelle." The corner of her lip twitches up in a slight smile. "Guess we are so good that you come visit us for dinner even when we have crazy situations going on!" She tilts her head, gesturing at Shankar and Simon who are continuing the reinforce the area against any attackers.

[Joelle Karma]

sits calmly at a table. Breaks out her hand cannon and cleans it and looks at this strange who everyone is afraid of.  

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

"Merely cautious miss. Jumping in willy-nilly around here makes for uncomfortable though interesting situations," Sarge offers as a way of introduction while taking his seat nearby. "Sgt. Ian Mac by the way...."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She offers a brief curtsy to him. "Evening, Ian. Seems like everyone picked an eventful night to show up!" She walks around to the other side of the bar. "Since Simon is otherwise occupied", She nods to the monkey who is still making strange gestures as he flips the pages, "Is there anything I can get you?"

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

"We've met before Miss Serra. Just top off my pint, danke." Ian turns back to Joelle and asks her name.