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.

 

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*jumps up, ready to fling more fire* you startled me! theres usually noone in the building besides me!

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Sorry, there Firestorm, Im bunking upstairs till my ship is fixed, *offers him my hand* Lachlan Bellraven or Lach whatever ya prefer mate.

[Alexander Baker]

*The fire condenses into istelf and fizzes out.*  Careful there Octavius we dont need you burning the place down.*Walking towards the bar from the back porch*

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

So is there some formal type warning one announces when coming down the stairs ?

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*smiles and extinguishes his hands* Alex! you know i wouldnt burn down where I live!

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Well, that is a good thing to hear..hate to be bbq in bed eat it yes, be it no

[Alexander Baker]

But not all parts of the Gear are flame retardant*Chuckles*

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Case in point , while not part of the bar it would now seem my shirt has seen better days. * peices of the burned rag are now just falling off *I dont suppose you could recommend a tailor shop here in town?

[Alexander Baker]

Thats beyond my, most of mine are imports from egypt or india*pouring a glass of whiskey*

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Well, I guess I have some shopping to do, this was my favorite shirt,..so, *looking to Octavius *can I count on a donation from you towards the replacement of my dearly departed favorite shirt ?

[Arabella Porter]

*walks in quietly  and sits down at the bar. she giggles when a stranger walks in* Did someone tell a good joke? *the stranger asks as he stands behind her* No, *she replies  turning to face him* The joke just walked in. *she laughs* A really funny joke *she takes the money that's in his pocket and a "Wanted" sign as well. she stares at it for a moment* They make me look good with that drawing *she says and rips it in half, the halves falling onto the corpse in front of her* More dead bodies than usual these days. at least this one isn't mutilated beyond recognition. *she smiles but the muscles around her eyes don't tighten as they would in a sincere smile* organs still in place. Maybe I'll leave you outside for leather apron.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Walking in with a cigar at the corner of his mouth, grinning as the body hits the floor, in the usual gar and his hands in his pockets* Trust me, blue eyes.  It's not the drawing.  *Walking over and leaning on the bar*