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:
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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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*she walks up behind him and traces down the scar* "What is that one from?"
"Stray bullet" a loud hiss fills the air as he takes off the old leg and attaches the new one.
*she winces*
"That had to have hurt...." *she sits on the bed and watches as he fixes his leg*
"Not really, a grazing bullet hurts a lot less than a piercing bullet." Reattaching the leg and making sure he has full motor control. "Good."
*she raises and eyebrow*
"Less certainly....but that is one heck of a scar....."
*she shakes her head* Your tolerance for pain astounds me. I suppose I should just be grateful you are in one piece....*she smirks*
"Yeah," lays down on the bed, "glad to be in an actual bed this time."
I imagine that you are....its been a while since you have been anywhere with a proper bed, I imagine. *she lays down, propping her head with her hand* Guess I can't stretch out and take up the whole thing anymore....*she smiles and giggles*
"Guess not," he smiles and starts to nod off a little.
*she smiles and brushes hair out of his face before standing up to get ready for bed. She comes back and he has fallen asleep on top of the covers. She tugs them out from under him as he mumbles sleepily and then lays down beside him* "It's nice to have you home...
Felix went out in the bar area to see Simon starting a fire in the fireplace.
*Brielle wakes up alone and goes to investigate, finding Felix standing beside a fire. She smiles.*
"I do love the cold weather and cozy fireplaces....add some snow and this would be perfect Holiday weather!"
"well this is london dear, it does snow here."
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