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.

 

[Valarian H. Vol]

*sits at the bar and starts emptying his pockets as if looking for something* it's got to be here somewhere... *pulls out a large asortment of trinkets and gadgets* damnit, where is it...?

[Arabella Porter]

Oh Wine. nevermind. *Ara waves it off* Valarian, what's going on over there?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Standing beside Ara, she peeks at the array of objects on the bar. "Do you need something? We might have an extra somewhere.."

[Valarian H. Vol]

Oh, it's nothing...Just a trinket.  a homing beacon of sorts.  So I could always find "home"

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Smiling lifting his right arm* I know the feeling, Archy is the closest thing I have to a home since I crashed in to the lab....gives me a live coordinate feed so I can get to her from where ever

[Valarian H. Vol]

Yeah.  Mine links to my ocular implants.  Just kinda points in the direction.  I was just going to leave it here but I- *pulls out what apears to be a spherical gear* Found it!

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Sighing and walking to Ara* Be more careful....what exactly happened?? *Turning to Abigail*  Sorry about that dear....Abigail.....here is some wine. You are a...look like.. an old friend. 

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Smiling). I hope to be considered a friend soon.

[Valarian H. Vol]

Ma'am, If I can be a friend here, anyone can!

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Warm smile) That's very kind of you.

[Arabella Porter]

I was followed home by a married couple of angry, ship stealing, fake, psychopaths who sold me a dog and then when I got em' back for it, they didn't like that. Captain sent me home in a side ship. Longer story with that one.  

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She winces. "Ara, trouble just seems to always follow you..." Looking to Abigail. "So, what brings a lady like yourself here? I know personally that it is likely something rather interesting, because Society certainly wouldn't permit it." She smiles. "So, either you are escaping something....or they shunned you for violating one of their thousands of rules."