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.

 

[Graf Falke von Falkenhorst]

Good evening, please pardon my quietness.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Thank goodness they wouldn't! I put up with WAY too much from them...my life would have been so very boring...*winks at Felix*

[Alexander Baker]

*Simon fetches the bottle of wine*

[Arabella Porter]

*Marcus and David look at eachother* she uses fancy language. *Ezra laughs as the rest of the Silver Widow's crew walks in (all but the captain* It's a real party tonight, *he says to Ara who punches Dominique in the arm. The French gunner sits on the bar counter and hits Roderick in the head with her palm. He stumbles and the crew laughs at him. Ara sighs and walks to Brielle* Meet the crew. *Ara goes and sits in the corner with Dominique*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*Curtsies to the crew* Nice to meet you all.

[Arabella Porter]

*the men raise their glasses except for Roderick and Mercurian who both bow* Fancy trousers you got there Roderick. *Marcus laughs* I mean Mr. Bray of course. Has your mum pissed in em yet? *Roderick exchanges glances with Mercurian who walks over to Marcus* No, she pissed on your bed sheets. you won't notice because you urinated in them after. you've ruined the evidence. *the crew laughs again*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*Hides her blushing face behind her fan* Oh my....

[Arabella Porter]

*Mercurian bows low to Lady Serra* My dear woman, I apologize for my and my crewmates' indecent humor. I mean no disrespect to a lady of your social standing. I am Mercurian Maxwell. Inventor and quartermaster of the S.S Silver Widow. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Shall I offer you a drink? something to tide your stomach over perhaps?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

It is a pleasure to make your aquaintance as well, Sir Maxwell. *raises her glass of wine* I think I am fine for now, thank you. *smiles*

[Arabella Porter]

*Ara nudges Dominique when Graf says "royal wedding" and they both walk over to the man* A royal wedding? which country did you say you were from?

[Alexander Baker]

*The door swung open and a 7'6" Blond haired giant of a man slides through the door. He paused at the crowd. He just stares blankly as he made his way to the bar, and Simon pours him a Beer.*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*Peeks out from behind her fan and looks amazed* *whispers to Felix* Who is that?