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.

 

                         ********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.

 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*she turns to Wil and smiles* Hello Wil! I'm doing quite well, how are you doing, yourself?

[J. Deacon Monroe]

*Deacon comes swiftly strolling through the door and notices Brielle deeply and intently daydreaming. She jumps as he loudly speaks*

"Brielle, what a pleasure to see you here"

*He takes a seat next to her at the bar and orders himself a glass of scotch*

"I hope I am not being rude by interrupting an important daydream"

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Oh...my! Hello Deacon. Not important at all....*she blushes a bit* Just thinking about some things and sipping on this wine and talking to you lovely gentlemen!

[J. Deacon Monroe]

Well I certainly would not classify myself as a "lovely gentleman", but I thank you for the kind notion. It is always a pleasure being in the company of a lovely lady such as yourself *he lifts his glass and nods his head*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*she giggles* well you fellows are about the closest it gets to such in this place! Besides...*her face goes a bit dark* Not all so called gentlemen, by title, by breeding.....are so lovely after all. *she shrugs* A lesson I learned by personal experience.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil laughs and nods to Deacon. "Good day to you Deacon. I hope you've been getting all the supplies you ordered!"

He smiles as he pours himself a glass of scotch from the bottle of Balvenie he keeps under the bar. 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*Brielle wrinkles her nose* I don't understand how you men drink that stuff! I take my drinks quite a bit sweeter....they are still every bit as effective! *she smiles*

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wilhelm laughs and nods. "For some occasions I prefer sweeter drinks but I've been avid scotch fan since I was 18 and fresh out of the academy. One of my instructors introduced me to it."

He raises his glass and takes a sip. "So I have a question for you if you don't mind. How well is Felix insuring you are properly trained?"

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*she pauses* Well...I am certainly being trained, and often, and  most thoroughly, if thats what you mean....I even have the bruises to prove it, but I shan't show them in polite company.....*she shakes her head and gulps some wine* 

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil chuckles and nods. "He's training you like a good member of his mercenary crew. Shame it's not likely to help you much considering..."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*she blinks, confused* Considering what? I mean, I'm not particularly good, yet....but my whole life has been rather devoid of physical exertion and violence, so I figured it would take a period of adjusting....

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil laughs and nods emphatically. "And that is precisely my point. You are a natural born lady. Raised with minimal emphasis on physical prowess. You were taught lady like qualities not how to fight or over power opponents."

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Training with mercenaries is the last thing that is going to help you. They are raised hard and tough. They kill with little concern. They ignore pain and risk without thought. It's who they are. It is not, on the other hand, who you are."