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.

 

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Smirking and shaking his hear* Yes, that's me. I walk around with enough power to blow a hole in London...over confident indeed *Winking*

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Necessary precautions? Tim, my good fellow, while I have utmost respect for your works as a scientist I'd like to point out the number of unintentional light sources you've added in this establishment with your inability to keep yourself from exploding?" Wilhelm laughs with ease and raises his glass to him.

[Arabella Porter]

he's even given us a sun roof.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

a..sun roof?

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Do not be ashamed of your feelings dear Lady. I assure you that hiding them from the object of them just prolongs the pain of insecurity. I consider myself something of an expert on that unfortunately...." He gives her a soft smile and gently pats her hand.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*she simply blushes* Talking and Feelings and Felix are an interesting bundle of psychoses....best to let him come to terms with everything himself. *she smiles wistfully* Besides, I can't tell him anything if he is gone....

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

I'm certain his return is imminent. Often we have thought him gone for good. Never have we been right." He smiles at her gently and chuckles.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*sighs heavily* I sure hope you are right!

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Grinning at Ara* you act as if you don't enjoy it *Turning to Wil with a chuckle* In my defense, it has been the items around me that have exploded, plus, that air was a bit stale in here anyway *winking*

[Arabella Porter]

*cough* sun roof *cough*

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

The stale air was preferable to smell of burnt clothes and singed hair my friend!" He laughs again and puffs at his pipe quickly making the wreath of smoke around his head.

"A sunroof. Windows. A door. Why once you nearly removed an entire wall with your ingenius devices of destruction!"

[Arabella Porter]

How many times has Felix died, again?