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]

Ara drops the arm of the body she is dragging and gasps up, looking at the new woman for a moment and then shaking a thought out of her head. No.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

As she comes out of her curtsy, Brielle notices that Ara is acting a bit strange, almost as if she had seen a ghost. "Ara, you ok? No strange ghostly boys bothering you right now?" She shakes her head, still not believing what she had seen earlier.

[Lady Abigail Preston]

Would I, perchance, be able to acquire a beverage?

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Soft, almost familiar smile toward Arabella.) Good day.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Sighing and shaking his head with a smirk, with a single motion he flipping the switch on his left had and drew his side are, turning it on with the draw and arming it and with a quick, loud burst of light and plasma, the body disintegrated as the water vapor trail in the air from the beam rose* Now sit your ass down and let me look at your side.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Looks at your gun* Beam weaponry...Interesting *draws my sideram* My great great grandfather on my mothe's side founded an american company called Campbell Armory.  Little thing.  Specializes in magnetic acceleration technology.  This here's a Auto Gun-Magnum.  Launches a .357 "Intervention" round at about 3,500 feet per second.  It hits with the force of a small explosion *smiles*

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

I know mag acceleration pretty well. It's great tech. Can't beat inertia *chuckling* I didn't want to worry about ammo. *Pulling out his rig* The mark 2 Tesla Plasma Capacitance Disruptor, she's one of a kind, a power whore but people tend to back off after the first shot...the smart ones anyway..

[Valarian H. Vol]

Very nice.  I do a small bit of tinkering at the Campbell workshop back home.  Nothing too serious.  I just respect a good weapon when I see one

[Arabella Porter]

*she jumps back at the burst and then stares at Tim for a long moment before quietly sitting with a frown on her face* you're a stubborn grouch, you know that?

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

And you're a pain in the ass. Are you ok?

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Holstering the sidearm, he powered off the reactor* Malfunctions, eh? Were they rushing the w...* The woman walked in he took a double take and dropped his glass and turning to Ara and looked back, just standing there* 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle walks over to inspect Ara's side. "Let me take a look at that...I was supposedly hired on to be the medic, after all..." She shakes her head and giggles.