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.
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*Smiling and taking the glass* Thank you, good lookin. Oh not too much is new. Trying to fine tune the wireless on Archy *Shaking his right hand* Vertical take off an landing and a few other things work pretty well. Finer movements are a little clunky. *Taking off his coat and hat and setting them on the bar, sitting next to her* And what kind of trouble have you been up to?
*laughs and hesitates for a moments* I've been going to a funeral every month or so it seems. There's a killer on the loose in white chapel these days and although death and murder is common over there, this is...*laughs almost in disbelief* he mutilates prostitutes beyond recognition. A lot of girls I know and I'm helping Thomas with some of the forensics. Besides that, a lot of traveling and we've even had some battles. So yeah, most is well. *sips her wine* Not many people on the streets in the East end at night anymore though besides men and whores. *thinks* well...that's normal but you know what I mean.
*Walking in a new silk shirt* Who in blazes is bombing the back of the bar?
*looks up* evening. Don't worry about that. There's always fireworks and hydraulics and explosives spicing up the area here. I don't believe we've met. What can I get you tonight?
Names Captain Bellraven , Lachlan to my friends, and you my lady friend are?
*Raising his glass* Evening Lach. How are ya?
*Chuckling* I do. That is a shame though. Hopefully they catch whoever is doing it soon. It's good to see your face though.
Arabella Porter, first mate of the S.S Silver Widow, pain in the ass of Captain Thomas Dunning, Pain in the ass and presenter of scotch to this human cannon next to me. *smiles with fake innocence* It's a pleasure. *winks at Tim* I'm not letting you live that down. and I did I mention that I missed you?
So, I guess you are the vision of perfection I ask for a scotch ?
*laughs and pours him a glass* sure.
Thank you my dearest* salutes with the shot glass * To you my dear, 1000 years of beauty to ya
*nods* you're very sweet. I think I'll let you live.
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