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.

 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Why Thank You! Such a Chivalrous Gentleman! *holds onto his arm as he guides her up the stairs*

[Alexander Baker]

Safety of my patrons is the number one priority*makes sure she gets to her room safely.*

*he dons his mask before returning down stairs he sees two blonde women in masks sitting at a table* I'm sorry ladies the British Arms dealer has disappeared on us, but I will be more than glad to supply you with what you need. *He quickly changes shirts into a black button up with a flaired collar. He slid into a vest*

"Mr Bellicose," one of the women said in a thick german accent "we are on the clock" she snapped her pocketwatch shut.

Ready*He snagged his satchel as he ran out the door. the three stepped into the motorcar waiting for them. and were off after the door had closed.*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*waking up the next morning with a pounding headache, thinking to herself that while drinking the absinthe was fun, the next day results of it are not* 

*she mutters to herself* ..what was I thinking I probably made a huge fool of myself last night...

*Getting out of bed, she locates the restroom and freshens up before heading downstairs*

Felix? Hello? *She listens, hearing silence* Anyone? *more silence*

*She places some money on the bar to cover her tab from last night before deciding to head outside into town and look for work*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*walks in the door after a long day of rather successful job hunting, hoping for a crisp glass of white wine and some time to unwind*

*She spots Sir Fergus and catches his eye* Sir Fergus! What are you doing here? Of what need do you have of me?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*sighs* Well, Fergus, you know my choices. It was either become a medic and have adventures, or marry that dreadful bore Phillip!*Her Body stiffens as she has a sudden realization* Fergus...they didn't send you to take me back home, did they?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

I'm not going.

*Starts writing in her medical book, discretely writing Felix a "come save me" note*

I worked hard in school, and I can't stand people like my family! You say this place is unbecoming, but its the first place I've felt safe, even happy, in a very very long time!

*Her eyes are sparkling with anger and fear**she stands up and starts backing away towards the stairs in hopes of locking herself in her room*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*Nearly faints in relief, slumping onto a bar stool* Aye, he would not approve, that is why I am doing it! *she grins widely* I'm not looking for a job right here in this bar, its just my home base for the moment. Did you know that while my parents thought I was studying Domestic Arts I was actually studying Nursing and Steam-biology?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

You and me both! I have nothing against marriage...but on my own terms!*Simon hands her her wine and she takes a sip* Too much to see and do that Phillip wanted no part of! So, what are you doing here, if you aren't trying to bring me home?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*looks troubled* How so? 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*sighs* Nothing can ever be simple back home.*sips wine and pauses* They thrive on complicated political machinations. I suppose this is as good as any a place to be on the run or in hiding! *lapses into contemplation while drinking her wine*

[Arabella Porter]

*she rushes in with blood on her shirt and pants before pulling out her revolver and walking towards the back. she stops, looks to the two customers, looks at her gun and back to the customers before saying* I'll be right back, *and then heading out through the back, there's some shouting, a police alarm, and gun fire before the streets are silent. she walks back into the bar through the back and says* right then.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*Look of shock on her face* Nice to meet you! What just happened?