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]

I refuse to let any of you go near that damned place*punches the post*

[Alexander Baker]

maybe.

[Arabella Porter]

location of mentioned beasties? *smiles insincerely and gulps down another glass*

[Arabella Porter]

*waves with her fingers and smiles, pouring another glass of whiskey* Oh, I know very well. Just like how I've been getting to know funerals lately. I know how those are too. *knocks back the drink and repours* Now, Island.

[Arabella Porter]

*pours a glass ad slides it to him* help me finish this.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*The air swirls and begins to crack and spark with static, after a loud thunder crack and blinding flash of light, Tim appears, a small amount of haze lifting from his clothing. Lifting up his goggles and looking around, he heads to his bar stool* Everything alright? It seems as if something is afoot...

[Arabella Porter]

Isn't there always. *points to him after knocking back another shot* I'm glad you're not dead. There's been a lot of em'.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

Oh, I'm a pretty resilient fellow *winking* Mind pouring me something dear? 

[Arabella Porter]

*pours him a scotch and slides it in front of him* I've been hearing that a lot lately. *flashes a smile* I'll be right back. *walks upstairs*

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Smiling and taking the drink* Thanks, gorgeous

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

Hey there, Cap. *Taking off his coat, throwing it on the bad and propping up his hat on his brow* Sure, what details do we have aside from the whole once human, half machine quirks of these buggers?

[Arabella Porter]

*walks back downstairs and playfully nudges tim as she walks to the bar*  There's something about an island. I guess that's their base? *asking Max*