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.

 

[Lady Abigail Preston]

London, sir. That stuffy, rule-ridden little village.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*The blast of a shotgun is heard outside, followed by the distinct Voommmmmm of a magnetic accelerator.  The Voommm repeats several times.  A minute later, Val walks back in, looking a bit battered, and not slightly angry*

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Looking at Ara* Yes, i'm sure he will. *Hearing the gun fight and turning to see Vall walk back in* I've been hearing that far too much lately. Alight, mate?

[Valarian H. Vol]

*calms himself down* yeah.  Just some guy trying to get a little more friendly than a lady wanted.  Thugs, nothing I couldn't handle.  I just so hate that.

[Arabella Porter]

*Ara looks up at Valarian a bit concerned* They gone? *then looks back at Oz*  what they hell were you doing that forced you to rename yourself Oswin, while we're on the topic of weapons and danger and trouble?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle raises an eyebrow. "Yes, OSWIN. Please do tell..." She giggles and steps next to Ara, the two women looking at him with questioning faces. 

"Valarian, we need more men like you. Please do keep it up!" She smiles sweetly at him.

[Valarian H. Vol]

Yeah.  Four of them.  Three are dead, one knows what will happen if he comes back

[Arabella Porter]

awww I like shooting the scared one at least in the leg. *Ara giggles*

[Valarian H. Vol]

Yeah.  Foot for me.  Makes them run all funny *smiles at Ara*

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

It happens, indeed it sure does.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wilhelm walks in with his usual grin. Taking off his top hat he tosses it onto a peg followed soon after by his coat under it. Tapping the snow from his shoes with his cane he moves farther into the Gear. His pipe already between his teeth, ready to be filled and lit.

As he steps in though he see the newcomer and hears her voice. He stops dead in his tracks and the pipe falls to the floor as he stares at her. She looked and sounded so much like her but it wasn't possible. It had been a year. Surely it wasn't her.

His voice cracking as he speaks so soft his voice is just shy of a whisper. "Annabelle?"

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Turning to the man and smiling.). Hello...I'm told I resemble her. My name is Lady Abigail Preston. (Extending a hand)