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.

 

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

Gahh *jogging after her and out the door* A few moments later, Archy climbs and heads to the outskirts of town*

[Arabella Porter]

*she walks in and grabs a broom from the back before starting to sweep around, singing a song that she doesn't know all of the words too. Jabber follows in after and pours a glass of water. Ara stares in astonishment* I mean, I shouldn't be surprised completely but how are you doing that with....*She stops and then shakes it off, beginning to sweep again* Of course a koala can pour a glass of water. That was a stupid question.

[Alexander Baker]

*takes a seat at the bar, holding a bloody rag on his thigh as he pours some whiskey.* Simon fetch me some pliers. *the monkey returns with a pair of silver pliers as Felix shoves them into the bullet hole and pulls out the twisted piece of metal.* Damn. *He knocks back a few shots and lays his head against the wall.*

[Alexander Baker]

*opening his eyes* its alright, just got in a scrape protecting that blonde girl.

[Alexander Baker]

She was staying here for awhile, but she ran off when the firefight happened, i was just reckless is all.*Shifting his position a bit.*

[Alexander Baker]

Sweet thing she is, just thats a whole heap of trouble surrounding her.*winces in pain*

[Alexander Baker]

Don't stress the leg, it just hurts. And i have no idea what is going on on her end but there was way too many of them*Changing out the dressing*

[Alexander Baker]

She will be fine, she had her automaton protector with her*pours some whiskey on the wound.*

[Alexander Baker]

She will be fine,*using a cane to prop himself up*

[Alexander Baker]

Well these things were inhuman. Moreso than the ones who attacked the gear last time.

[Arabella Porter]

*walks in with the briefcase under her arm and a white sheet. She opens the case up. The liver is gone but Ara sees a goldmine of evidence waiting to be picked up. Dominique walks in behind her* Ara, Tu es la? *she sees her and walks over* Je ne sais pas pourquoi tu les aides. *she says sitting down and staring at Jabber who stares back. Ara smiles slightly* If I hadn't been pressganged, I would have tried to follow my father's footsteps. *she says* That's why. Piracy just stole me away. *Dominique scoffs* Je ne comprend pas. *she says and then mumbles,* "father", "piracy", parlez francaise avec moi. *Ara glares* rien, *she says, beginning to make bindles and numbering them*

[Alexander Baker]

*Limping out from the back with a file folder.*