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.

 

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil walks in, leaning heavily on his cane as he makes his way to his chair. Settling into the comfortable leather he leans back, pulls a pipe pouch from his pocket and prepares a pipe. A few moments later he gives a soft sigh as he puffs, watching the smoke curl up out of the bowl and drift into the air.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*the lovely lady stands and sighs.* it is time. *she turned and faced the door hands folded over a thin silver cane. the door bursts open and a large man wearing ragged clothes enters the room*STEAMAETHER*he growled even his normal voice seeming loud and menacing. it was such a stark comparison. one big, ragged, raving, angry man glaring down at a prim, proper, meek, calm looking woman.* yes Jerath?*she replied calmly. he took two steps closer grabbing her arm*you lost your end of the bet. you will marry me.*she scoffed. an odd sound coming from such a normally laid back person.* Marry you? no, you cheated and didn't uphold your end of the deal. so let me go*she pulled her arm away stepping around him circling him like he was a sheep away from the flock* do you know who I am?*he growled* you are Captain Steamaether. *she nodded* yes, Captain of the Pocketwatch.  I have no time for an ignoramus like yourself*she poked him with the cane and he lundged. she teetered back and practically danced away from him.*it seems my looks aren't getting me anywhere*she sighed pulling the hat off her curls falling around her shoulders.*she clasped her hands together* if you love me let me go free*she said innocently. he growled and lunged knocking the cane from her hand pinning her to the bar* ok ok, I was kidding*he snarled leaning closer and that's when the Silver you were used to shown through..she didn't move. in fact she smirked* well...what now?*he sneered at point blank range of her face*now, you come with me*while he was that close you hear a hiss of steam and Jerath staggers back holding his face howling with pain. Silver cut the corset off of herself kicked the cane back up into her hand ans shoved the entire pole through the mans stomach hissing with delight*alright. go.*he stumbled out the door leaving her standing there steam rising off her blood running down the cane*

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*Watching the action first, with concern for Sil thinking he might have to intercede  but then admiration for how she was able to take out her opponent *Speaking calmly  May I inquire as to who the walking corpse was apart from his rather overly compensatory name of Jerath?  

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

an old crew member of mine*sets down the cane yanking the dress off now only in the white bloomers and corset tank top* we made a  joking bet once that if I was ever on the ground for more than three weeks that I'd marry him.*sighs* so here recently the reason I haven't been able to leave is because he keeps SNEAKING ABOARD MY SHIP AND TINKERING WITH HER*growls kissing out steam*the Stupid Thirin should be glad I didn't kill him*sighs and starts breaking up the red curls sitting on a stool* so, *smiles* how've you been dear*is still only in the dresses under garmets and seems perfectly fine with it*

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Well, I'm doing well*Eyeing Sil with new found interest*, but if I might ask where are your guards on the ships dock? I must admit this is a flattering look on you

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*chuckles and stretches* all the guards still think he's crew..and when I tell them they forget* laughs* he won't bother me or my ship any longer*hops down, walks over , and sits next to you*

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Well, it would appear you might need this person permanently removed. I would imagine he wont survive the sticking you gave him but, if he does I have some "friends" you could arrange his unfortunate demise in a totally deadly no coming back from it way.*Casually drapes his arm over your shoulder * Ya look good like this , *Offers you a drink from his glass*

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*eyes you suspiciously* I do hope you know dear captain if you're trying to win me over it's going to take a lot more alcohol., I am a pirate after all...ya know, or you could just ask..*shrugs taking a sip of your drink*

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Well, how bout it ? I know this lovely club in New Orleans, good music, good food, and no people trying to cause trouble.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

yeah I just need to do one more thing*reaches into your coat pulling out your belt knife smiling at you*

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

OK, *Eyes Sil somewhat cautiously, watching her remove my knife* I can promise you there will be no need for violence.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

violence? whatever are you talking about?*pulls her hair into a pony tail with one hand and cuts it using the knife. she walked over to the fire and tossed it in before shaking her head hard her hair shifting from red to a dark chocolate brown* alright..