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.

 

[Alexander Baker]

he's dead, he was dead when Alicia around. She gave me his journal and I just brought it in from the ship tonight.

[Arabella Porter]

Oh, that's nice. Did he do similar work to you?

[Alexander Baker]

He hunted monsters.

[Arabella Porter]

 *Ara's eyes widen* I forgot that was esteemed a real profession nowadays. I remember when I was a girl and they thought that monsters and ghosts were just myths. All those people, proven wrong in an instant.

[Alexander Baker]

Mainly in eastern europe though. In the lesser developed regions.

[Arabella Porter]

  Oh, I didn't know that. *she smiles* Learn something new everyday I guess. So, what else is new? You knocked away death I assume? That was quite the night.

[Alexander Baker]

death left, he knew it wasnt going to be easy. but yeah monsters exist

[Arabella Porter]

I know. I just didn't know that it mostly occurred in the lesser developed areas. *A bounty hunter walks in and Ara gives him a sharp glare before he stops in his tracks and walks out* They all wear hoods like yours! *she calls after him* Come back when you're more original and less identifiable. *She looks at Alex* All the dumb ones come after me for some reason. Why do you get all the challenges? *joking around*

[Alexander Baker]

Cause when they see my name on the billet they keep passing it along till one thinks they can *chuckles*

[Arabella Porter]

*she bursts into laughter* Then I'm stuck with the amateurs for life then.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Strolling in in the usual garb nad armaments, bag slung over his shoulder, brushing the snow off of his coat, and shaking off his hat, walking to his usual stool, sitting and setting his hat on the bar and bag on the floor* Simon, something warm...hmm.. irish coffee.

[Alexander Baker]

*from underneath the bar* Hey Tim