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.

 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle stiffens up, a shiver running down her spine yet again that something wasn't quite right. She thought to herself that Molly needed to be watched, as charming as she might be.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

"Well, as fun as this is Im afraid I will have to drag my cousin away for dinner" Mollys fun loving speaking seeming completely innocent "It was lovely meeting you all come along Dear Lachlan you promised me bloody rare roast and that is my favorite."* Her toothy grin and eyes flashing at the thought* Lachlan takes Molly by the arm actually seemingly happy  say "Shall we? " he asks in a falsified tone of gentility and they exit the gear into the night.

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

so who here's up for some.......drinking? hell what else do we end up doing here lol

[Rick hunter]

"Hello Abigail," Steel said as he nodded towards her, "it seems that something is going on at the moment..."

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*kicks the door open glaring at anyone who makes eye contact* that conniving witch! *she growled steam leaking from between her bared teeth. she stomped to the bar and sat on the stool glaring a hole in the wall seething in seeming anger*

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Val goes up to her* whatever is the matter my dear?

[Lady Abigail Preston]

Hello, captain.  May I ask what is the matter this evening?

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*rambles on about something about someone being a backstabbing with and only seems to get angrier before punching the bar and standing up knocking to stool over and stomping to Brie* hug me...*looks rather upset and dejected* (sorry my computer is acting weird so I can only post with the main post box, I can't "reply")

[Valarian H. Vol]

*follows the captain* what's wrong?  Talk to me...?

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(giving the woman a sweet, sympathetic look)

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil drinks the tomato juice trying not to give a sour face but if drinking it will help him he'd drink a litre of it.

He moves back to his chair and smiles into the fire. Looking over quickly to Abigail he pulls out the small tin of flavored tobacco and packs his pipe. Soon enough the aromatic smoke is wafting up and around him.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*turns away from Brie to look at Val..pauses a moment like she may say somethign but instead settles for throwing herself into your arms tears and aether running down her cheeks...The captain has never been known to cry...ever*