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.

 

[Arabella Porter]

That's your truth? *she shrugs* it's all over the middle east. Got it from raiding a ship over Akraba.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She giggles. "Well it wasn't legal....and god knows whats in this..." She inspects it and sips some anyways. "Truth me now."

[Arabella Porter]

If you were unfaithful to Alex, would you sleep with anyone on my crew?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She blushes deeply. "I would NEVER be unfaithful to him!" She shoots back a shot of absinthe. "I mean...if he died..I suppose I might move on eventually..." Her expression darkens and she looks into her drink morosely.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil walks into the bar and makes his way to his normal chair. Settling into it he pulls out the long stemmed pipe he is so regularly seen with. Cutting a pressed flake of tobacco into the bowl he quickly tamps it down and lights it.

Leaning back in his chair he watches the fire with a small, pleased smile. Looking like a man lost in happy memories.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle walks in, fingers rubbing her temples. Muttering to herself, "Dear god what did Ara get me into last night....something about caroling in whitechapel..." She lifts her head and spies Wil, looking a bit happier than usual. She sneaks up behind him. "Looks like one of us got a good sleep last night!"

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil gives a soft chuckle and turns to look at her. "My dear, the beauty of my lifestyle is that if I don't sleep well at night I can quite easily sleep the day away with little concern."

He pulls a vial from his vest with a vibrant orange liquid in it and tosses it to her. "Drink that and wait a few minutes. You should be quite fine afterwards." 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She inspects the vial, and trusting Wil, sips it quickly. She takes a seat and within a few minutes feels much better. "You should market that. Hangover cure for absinthe!" She giggles and goes to pour herself a glass of wine.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil begins laughing uproariously and shakes his head as he laughs. After a minute he finally calms himself, and still chuckling heartily, says "My dear. I do market it! My main research may be enhancement of the human body but it is still experimental. I make solutions such as that in mass quantities and sell it. I also sell solutions for strengthening or hardening structural supports, though they will honestly work on any solid item they are applied to. I also make a variety of other solutions for everything from cleaning to some of the most advanced formulas on the market used in military purposes. How else do you think I can afford to hand over such envelopes as I did?"

He continues chuckling as he puffs at his pipe.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She smirks. "You ought to have someone peddle your wares on Saturday and Sunday mornings outside of all of the bars in the area....I'm only sad you didn't tell me about this before! It would have made many mornings go a bit better..." She giggles and sits down beside him, sipping her wine.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil chuckles and sighs. "She is such a little snot. Ara seriously never mentioned that if you have a hangover to check the compartment under the main ice well? Or has she forgotten her running around?"

Wil motions for Brielle to follow him. Taking her to the spot he mentioned he opens the spot to show a case of vials all the same color as the one she just drank. Moving that to the side she sees a case of vials nearly glowing blue. "The orange takes care of the hangovers. The blue is an emergency healing formula. Don't use it unless you are sure everything is out of the wounds though. They'll close up fast. Hurts like nothing else I've ever experienced but you'll survive."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She shakes her head and smiles. "Well this is a lovely surprise! And this is good to know. Poor Felix...next time he comes in mortally wounded I'll be pouring this in his whiskey so he doesn't exhaust himself trying to self heal..." She giggles, quite pleased with herself.