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.

 

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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.

 

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

Taken aback by the sudden appearance of giant armchairs and a fire where I hadn't noticed any and thinking I've got to get my business done at the Black Hag as soon as possible, I reach out a hand better suited to crushing granite in passing and continue into the murk. Surprise spreads across my face as I realize to my continued pleasure it is Bugman's.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wilhelm was smiling easily and whistling the tune to Bach's Christmas Oratorio as he made his way in. Tapping the snow off his left boot with his cane before stomping the snow from his right.

Making his way to his chair near the fireplace Wilhelm settled in to his chair with a happy sigh. His pipe soon lit as he continues to whistle the tune between puffs.

[Arabella Porter]

*a figure in a black cloak walks in, making its way to the center of the bar and stands still and silent. There's no one in but that doesn't matter, Ara removes her cloak and shakes the snow off, her blonde hair down and wavy, she twirls in her shortish blue dress and looks around* I'M HOME FOR CHRISTMAS!! *she calls around the bar, Jabber jumping out of her bag. Ara is clean and it's been awhile since she actually wore a dress*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Hearing a commotion out in the center of the bar, Brielle quietly extricates herself from Felix's arms(he is dead to the world) and tip toes down the hall. Upon seeing Ara, she lets out a shriek that would wake the dead and runs to her friend catching her in a giant hug. "Ara! You are home!" She giggles and twirls her around. "I wasn't expecting you!"

[Arabella Porter]

*Ara twirls and giggles after returning the hug and then she winks mischievously* they never are. You know how I am. How are you Brielle?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She smiles brightly. "Well, Felix is home. He managed to not die this adventure...so that would make me pretty well!" She giggles. "And its almost Christmas...I've been busy baking and decorating and all sorts of things, the place looks lovely, does it not?"

[Arabella Porter]

*Ara turns about the room* You're such a lady, it amazes me. unless....I mean, people do change. *Ara sits on the counter of the bar* Bri, it's lovely. So good to be home for Christmas.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle hops up on the counter and scooches next to Ara. "What about people changing?" She giggles. "It is wonderful to have you home for Christmas! You guys are my family now....its not like I can go home for Christmas." She bumps her foot against Ara's

[Arabella Porter]

*Ara bumps back, returning the nudge and putting her arm around her good friend.* home is when you get shot and everyone laughs about it later. *grins* ugh, nothing but pirates for the past 3 months sorry. wait, I am a pirate. fuck it. I just got used to people other than pirates after being with the gear for so long.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle turns a little bit pink and giggles. "It doesn't help that one of the people in the gear in a bona fide lady....tends to take the rough edges off." She smirks. "And being around you people has helped me let loose a bit.." She blushes hard. "Its a good thing though. I never had so much fun with my real family.."

[Arabella Porter]

I've tried to be good before but it's just not exciting. seriously, I don't know how you survived it. that's got to be cold hard Darwinism right there, getting out alive. *shakes her head* by the way, there were some fights that I had to take a cheap shot with and whenever it got to the balls, I always thought of you darling. *kisses her on the cheek*  

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She shakes her head. "Hey, when it comes down to it, its what keeps you alive, no? and as far as being good...I wasn't a perfect little angel. I was quite the escape artist in my younger years. The rest of the training....takes some time to undo. So much repetition....it gets in your brain." She returns the kiss on the cheek. "Being around here has been good for that. If my parents only knew I went to a scandalous party and ended up in jail and had to flirt my way out..." She has a look of satisfaction on her face as she pours herself a large glass of white wine.