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.

 

                         ********IMPORTANT********

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.

 

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Sighing and rubbing his temples* What am I going to do with you. You're lucky I like you.

[Arabella Porter]

Excuse me, I didn't realize that kicking someone's bleeding side was a sign of affection. Is that some yank tradition? *she glares, getting defensive*

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

Oh I'll show you a yank tradition..... If you weren't trying so adamantly to hide it, I wouldn't have kicked it!

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Chuckling) They really are a pair.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Listening to the woman talk, shooting a look to Ara* This isn't right

[Valarian H. Vol]

*looks up suddenly* I'm afraid a few of my..."friends"...seem to have followed me.  Excuse me while I go have a friendly chat with them. *reloads his pockets and tosses the homing beacon into an empty glass*

[Arabella Porter]

I just didn't......*she interjects a yell of frustration*

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Looking at her with a small smirk* My sentiments exactly, gorgeous. Knock it off. *Eyeing the beacon in the glass* Interesting....familiar...

*Turning to Abigail* So An....Abigail...Are you new to town?

[Lady Abigail Preston]

I am, sir. Just two days in this fair town.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Squinting while thinking* Well, alright then..

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Squinting back, hiding a smile) Alright, then.

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Giggling coquettishly in a slightly conspiratorial manner) Nothing wrong with a little flirtation....in moderation, of course.