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 Oswin Bernerd McGuinness on
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*Laughing* In his defense, We do have a bit more experience than you, my dear. He'll be fine. I have said it before, we are used to getting beat up.
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Permalink Reply by Lady Brielle Serra on
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*grumbling* I didn't get beat up...I was just fine!!! Sort of.....damn my crazy family.....*she shakes her head and sips* Perhaps he was just a little bit right. In all fairness, he was gone on a deployment at the time and I thought it was an emergency.....I'm still not sure how he found me in the nick of time.
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*Brielle stands up from her seat behind the bar to head to her bedroom, ready for another night of worrying about Felix. As she stands up, her hand brushes below the bar counter and pricks her finger on something* Ouch!.....*she sucks her injured finger while carefully reaching under the counter with her other hand and pulls out a pale blue rose, the likes of which she had never even known existed* "Peculiar
....." she murmured*she looks at the rose with a perplexed expression for a moment before putting it all together and her eyes light up* Breathlessly, "Felix? He must be back!" Louder, "Felix, where are you?" She decides to search the rejected gear top to bottom in an attempt to find Felix before going to bed.
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Permalink Reply by Alexander Baker on
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*Felix strolled up from the basement. and took his place at the bar*
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*Comes out from the back of the Gear, clutching the rose, and spots Felix. She very quietly sneaks up behind him* Felix....*she pauses her sentence as she takes a closer look and notes some bulk under his shirt, unmistakably bandages. She decides not to say anything about that quite yet.* I'm glad you are home.
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Just for awhile...*Sips his whiskey.* I went through a lot of trouble for that rose.
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I can see that. You've been hurt. *She goes to roll up the hem of his shirt to inspect the damage* The rose is beautiful, for sure....*She sees the deep gash on his abdomen and hisses in a large intake of breath* Felix....the rose is beautiful but certainly not worth you getting hurt like this.....*she gently takes ahold of his hand and kisses it* Not even the most rare flower for me is worth your life.
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These wounds are nothing.*Downs a glass of whiskey*
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The whiskey just came out.....Felix J. Bellicose, I know you better than that. If its not the wounds, it is certainly something else. *she sits down and looks him in the eye* You aren't home enough to dilly dally and mince words. What is going on? What happened to you? *she has a very worried look on her face*
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I interrupted alot of tura lu's activities. Tura Lu did this to me. and its nothing..*Drinks another glass.*
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*she picks up the glass* That was two large glasses of whiskey, that you just gulped down like a shot, in the past five minutes. When you say it is nothing, it is always something. I'm going to look at what is under those bandages later but for now you can start by telling me what has you downing whiskey faster than water.....
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Don't worry about it. I'm fine. Just another loss to that bastard.*Downs another glass*
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