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]

*Val walks into the bar carrying a briefcase* hello sir, lady. Hello steel. *Val walks over to his customary corner table and opens the briefcase, peering at the contents*

[Lady Abigail Preston]

*bright smile as she sees Valarian enter*  Well, hello there!

[Valarian H. Vol]

*looks up as if startled* hello. It appears I have made a fan. Someone with resources. They sent me a copper plated pistol, and their name *looks slightly concerned* I looked them up. Big wig rich do-gooder. Azariel Charleston?

[Lady Abigail Preston]

You have many fans, Valarian ... but it's wonderful that you have one with resources.  I don't believe I've heard of Azariel Charleston. 

[Valarian H. Vol]

From what I could dig up, not being a computer expert by any means, he appears to be your standard "I just want to give something back" more money than he knows what to do with type.  Not sure what his goals are, but He was wondering if I would be available as a *puts on an official voice* "Private Street-side guard" *looks up* As far as I can tell, that roughly translates to *Paid Vigilante"

[Lady Abigail Preston]

*giggles*  That sounds vaguely wicked.  I'm intrigued! 

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil smiles and gives her a nod. "Well I truly appreciate that comment from you. I have no doubt you are a lady of the finest degree good lady."

He gives her a sudden grin. "Would you perhaps be willing to have a glass of wine?"

[Lady Abigail Preston]

*smiles as she pushes away her tea cup*  I believe I will, sir.  Thank you. 

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil smiles and goes to the bar and gets two wine glasses. Going over to a small side door he pulls one of the keys and unlocks it. Going in he retrieves a dusty bottle.

Returning to the table he sets the glasses down and settles the bottle down. The dust on it he wipes away to show the label with the year. "I hope you enjoy this.  It's the 1869 Chateau Lafite. It's a rich sweet red wine with a bit of a spice to it as well. It's considered a great vintage by those who know more than I."

Opening the bottle he allows it to breath for a minute before gently pouring a glass for each of them.

[Lady Abigail Preston]

*moving closer and breathing in the scent*  mmmm ... it smells lovely.  I know very little about wine.  I tend to not drink very much, as a little can go to my head very quickly.  *smiling*  But I'm safe here.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

You are quite safe indeed my good lady." He smiles and raises his glass. "To new friends."

[Lady Abigail Preston]

*raising her glass and clinking*  And to old memories ... and new.  *sipping the wine, looking from under her lashes*  Oh, my ... it's quite delicious!