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!!!
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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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*Turning and leaning back on the bar* Evening, mate. How does the night treat you?
It treats me the same it always has Tim." He laughs and winks. "Like a crippled old man who spends to much time with scotch and a pipe."
He rests his cane against the table and takes a sip of his scotch. "And you? How is the night faring for our energetic engineer?"
*smiles and nods to Tim and Wil* Has anyone heard from Felix? He's been gone for so long I'm really starting to worry he might have done something horribly stupid and been killed....*frowns and takes a gulp of wine*
Wil laughs gently and shakes his head. "My dear lady. I doubt the gods themselves could kill that man unless he wished it. I'm sure that, while we may not have heard from him, he is quite well and likely knee deep in bodies, espionage, or some other dealing that would likely be even less pleasant."
He raises his glass though and says firmly. "For Felix. May he arrive shortly to find his new friends and a few forgotten ones waiting to kick him in the rump for never leaving a note!" After he finishes he downs his scotch in a single gulp and tosses the glass firmly into the fireplace where it shatters.
*Chuckling* Not bad , Wil, not so energetic at the moment. Long week. Simon!! Mac 18, please *a scurry fromt he rafters as the monkey jumps down and hops on the bar and just stares at him. A few moments pass* Really? We're going to do this? *Shaking his head and turning to Bri* I haven't seen him since you guys left, my lady. Well, at least there is that whole, he's already died twice, thing.
*shakes her head and downs the wine* That's why I'm worried! How many more chances does he have left, really? Is he like a cat? Does he have nine lives? *gulps some more wine* Never mind me. I worry too much. *smiles crookedly*
*Grinning quickly as he settled back in to his stair down with the primate* Worry too much? A woman? Never *Turning and winking* Then again, I'm one to talk but Ara gives me plenty of reason to do so.
A cat has but nine lives. Those nine so readily are taken. But Felix has the lives of twenty and nine cats with and think you easy them to steal would prove you quite mistaken." Wilhelm nods and smiles at her reassuringly.
Well said, mate. Well said. I should probably stop pushing my luck * chuckling and standing walking around the bar, staring down Simon* In a mood tonight, eh? * pouring his own drink and walking back to sit*
*giggles and feels a bit better but is unsure whether it was the men's reassuring words or all the wine she had been drinking*
*crashes in through a window* OW! *she yells. She stands unsteadily and brushes herself off before drawing her revolver and running out* fuck this! *she hisses. Shots are heard from the street and the voice of a police officer is heard saying "open fire" more shots can be heard before Ara slams the door and crouches under a window. police can be seen moving past the window and the Ara stands, waving out the window* g'day to you. *she giggles to the long gone officers quietly*
*Leaning forward and shooting her a glare* Really?
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