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.

 

[Valarian H. Vol]

*looks over* Probably better than that stuff I drink. Tireiron no. 7.  Finest rot-gut money can buy *laughs and downs some*

[Lady Abigail Preston]

*another quizzical look*  Tireion no. 7? 

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Laughs* Off-brand of an Off-brand, if you believe the stories.  Scotch.  Completely disgusting, but I love the stuff.  Learned to drink it back durring training.  Something about "Drink this and nothing worse can happen to you the rest of the day" *laughs*

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

He clinks against her glass before taking a sip and smiling at the taste. It truly was as lovely as he had hoped it would be.

"I think this is, quite likely, the best wine I have ever tasted. I'm glad I got to share it with such a lovely companion." He grins and takes another sip.

[Lady Abigail Preston]

*blushing prettily*  Well, aren't you kind.  I am honored that you chose to share it with me.  *lashes lowering a bit*  I know it's difficult to be around me.  I truly am sorry for that and I appreciate your kindness.  *sipping more and smiling*

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

He smiles at her blush softly and nods. "Abigail, if I may be so forward as to call you such, you do remind me of my wife this is true. But I am learning that getting to know you is well worth it. You are a smart and lovely young lady and it is my honor and pleasure to spend time with you."

He smiles and takes another sip of the lovely wine.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*Leaning over from the bar* Go easy on her Wil I think the good stuff might knock her over...

[Lady Abigail Preston]

*chuckles at the captain's words*  I believe anything could.  I have very little tolerance, I'm afraid.

[Valarian H. Vol]

Don't worry ma'am, we have quite a selection here.  From water to cleaning alcohol.  Just gotta know to ask *smiles and nods at Lac*

[Rick hunter]

Steel watched them drink, he chuckled internally. Drinking,  he never got why people do it, but seeing the others drink made him wish he could drink anything other than water.

[Lady Abigail Preston]

*smiling sweetly toward Steel* 

[Valarian H. Vol]

*looks at Steel* Steel, I believe I may have, while not a solution, a help to your memory issues.  My friend is a very prolific inventor.  He claims this device...*sets a strange looking helmet on the table* could, in theory, unlock exactly seventy-two seconds of memory, from the time of your choosing.  He's marketing them to Amnesia patients, but he loaned me one when I mentioned you.  Care to take it for a spin?