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.

 

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*she gently shook him to no avail* What were you going to say? *She looks at his sleeping form before laying her head down on his chest and falling asleep*

*nods* Goodnight Brielle *looks to the Reaper* nothing much. I have to go. we have some low air to blow above the ocean tomorrow with the fishing ships. *walks out* night!

*looks at Abigail Snow* what's troubling Fergus?

-sitting at the bar with a flask of whiskey- Bella, are you still mad at me?

*she pops up from the other side of the bar with a revolver aimed at his head* Call me Bella again, I dare you. *there's a click in the silence*

-smirks and stands up, walking around the counter and pushing the gun aside then sees Harrison walk in and holds out his arms in a t- do I look dead?  

*Walking in, just a dirty white shit and canvas pants, dirty face, hat propped up and sleeves rolled. With something slung over his shoulders, wires in his mouth and tinkering with it while he walks in, heading to his stool* Hey good lookin...Dunning...* he mumbled taking a few more steps and looking up with a puzzled look, dropping the wires in his mouth* Aren't you dead?

I have a job to do. *she says, picking up her bag and walking upstairs*

-watches bells go upstairs- alright. -looks back to Harrison- hows life?

*Walks out with Brielle.* Evening everyone

- Thomas looks to the door- everyone leaving so soon?

Good evening Thomas! I've just arrived *smiles* Simon, can I get some moscato?

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