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.

 

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*The odd hum still oscillating in the background* Stress testing secondary propulsion and some new heavier duty wiring...she's still going...as you can hear...All the air dried up and ionized..*smirking* I'm just going to watch her from here for a little..

[Arabella Porter]

Alright, well, how about a hellish ton of water or some tea? *she says blankly*

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

"Aaahhaaa...found the peanuts," cried out Ian Mac in celebratory fashion.

[Valarian H. Vol]

I'd kill every one of those thugs if I could.  But he wouldn't have wanted that.  He always said "to kill in revenge, in anger, or in lust.  That is the sign of a true barbarian"

[Arabella Porter]

oops. *Ara stifles a giggle out of respect and chokes it down* Well, we don't want to be barbaric, do we?

[Valarian H. Vol]

*looks at her, then smiles* it's alright.  I do it too.  But I won't go after his killers without good reason.  It would...tarnish his memory.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil walks into the bar and looks around, trying to see if the lady had come from her rooms yet. Not seeing her he hangs his coat and hat on their normal pegs and gives a friendly wave to those in the bar.

Grabbing a glass he fills it with the hidden bottle of Balvenie 21yr old portwood before moving to his normal table. Settling down into his chair he pulls out his pipe, fills it from a leather pouch and lights it. As he watches the crowd and listens to the conversation a small cloud of smoke surrounds him.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Smiling and raising his glass, with a slight shake* Oh, I'm good love *Pouring a glass and sliding it towards Val* Here you go mate and afternoon Wil.  Ian, I have a feeling Simon hid those damn things. I wouldn't count on them being in the same place tomorrow.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*accepts the glass* thanks mate.  I'll stop ruining your fun now with my downed emotions *goes and sits in a dark corner*

[Arabella Porter]

You're ruining my fun by not having fun. *Ara pouts and walks over to Val's dark corner* listen, would your buddy want you to pout all night? I don't know him but I doubt it. *she whirls around* we need music in here. And where is Brielle, if anyone knows how to party...

[Valarian H. Vol]

*smiles a little, then reaches into his coat, pulling out a small music box* if you's join me for a dance, this has a few tunes on it...

[Arabella Porter]

Alright, set that thing up and we'll dance. *shrugs and walks moves a bunch of tables*