The Rejected Gear
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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Permalink Reply by Arabella Porter on
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*sighs again* I'm afraid I've yet to figure that out myself. he warms up the more you know him and you get used to his...behavior. As unpredictable as it I and full of surprises, the more you know him, the less surprised you are at your being surprised. There's very few people who can predict him...as to how he became this way...well...from what I know he used to be...he had this...*shakes her head* I'm sorry, Brielle but it's not really for me to talk about.
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Permalink Reply by Lady Brielle Serra on
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*looks from the key to Ara* I guess I will just have to crack him myself...sometimes, I feel that he is just about to tell me something, but then he goes all vague and speaks in what nearly sounds like riddles.*sighs* I have a lot to think about. He certainly isn't Phillip...*giggles* Goodnight, Ara.
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*she smiles* just...be care- *shrugs* you'll figure it out. goodnight, Brielle. *waves as she walks out*
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*Brielle walks up the stairs to her room, before looking down at the key around her neck*
Hmmmm....
*she turns around towards the other end of the hall where Felix's bedroom is, and places the key in the lock. She lies facedown on his bed*
Definitely doesn't smell like Phillip, *she says to herself*
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*Brielle wakes up, momentarily forgetting where she is. She touches her key before heading out briefly to get some food and a book, then heads back to his room and locks herself in to read all day, trying to keep her mind off of her worry*
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Permalink Reply by Cain Marko on
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*He walks into the Gear quickly and surveys the contents of the room. He sees a table that is open in the corner and makes his way towards it. He leans the chair against the crook of the corner and leans back in it, tilting the brim of his hat down over his eyes enough to obscure them but still be able to survey his surroundings. He starts to tap his metal fingers of his left hand on the table in front of him, and swipes the edge of his tailed trench coat behind him.* Seems like a good enough place. Mind as well set a spell.
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*walks out of Felix's room, touching his key and hoping he is ok. She walks down the hallway towards the bar, expecting to go out for the day to keep her mind off of Felix's absence. Instead, she spots a mysterious stranger with a hat over his eyes and metal fingers* Oh, excuse me...who are you? My name is Brielle. I'm not a bartender, but I've been hanging around for a while...Simon*points to the demon monkey* can take care of you though. Felix is on a trip*looks distressed*, and I'm not really sure where Ara is...
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*He slides a hand across his chest and pulls a flask from somewhere inside his coat. A small click is audible as he pulls the flask out of the confines of his jacket.* I'm fine as is for concessions little lady. You seem to be looking for someone. *He takes off his hat and makes his face visible. The bright red scar across his face shines and he smiles a toothy grin.* Maybe I can help you find who that someone is. Names Cain. Cain Marko.
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Nice to meet you, Cain.*She notices the scar and thinks to herself that outside of the nobility it seems like every man has been nearly killed a time or two*Shakes her head sadly* You are right that I am looking for someone, but it is more a matter of someone I care about on a rather dangerous trip that I would rather just come back home already. If you don't mind me asking, how did you get that scar? I am a medic...I am always interested in how people came across their injuries...
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*His smile became bigger* I'm a medic as well, lass. And this ol' thing? *He reaches up with his right hand, and runs his fingers over the scar.* This is nothing. Engine exploded on my ship and a gear slashed my face. *He starts to tap his metal fingers of his left hand again.* My body is covered in scars, lass. I've lived a hectic life.
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*blinks* That seems to be the way for most of the men around here, I've noticed. I apologize for not being used to it, I only recently ran away from my family, and I am not used to the rough and tumble life so many lead around here.*smiles* A medic huh? I'm only just out of school, so if you have any tips or tricks I would love to hear them!
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*He starts to chuckle* Tips or tricks? It all depends on how much you can handle lass. I've seen things, and done things, no one should have to see or do. *He takes another swig of his flask and tucks it back into his coat. Another click is heard as he removes his hand.* One second lass. I have to fix something. *He stands up and removes his coat. He stands there wearing a tuxedo, with no sleeves. His right arm is covered in scars and muscle, while his left is pure metal. Gears can be seen rotating at the joints and screws and hatches can be seen all across the arm.* Damn thing keeps jamming today. *He pulls a screwdriver from his coat and puts the tip of it in the shoulder joint. He winces a little, but smiles soon after.* Much better.
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