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.

 

Views: 35053

Reply to This

Replies to This Discussion

Kepi's grin stays put as he stares up at Val. "I assure you, sir. I'm here to cause good things, nothing but the best of intentions. Really. Trouble is just...troublesome, wouldn't you say?" His head tilts to the side. "So I think I'm here to stay for a good while, it'll be just the cat's meow."

He nods toward the holster. "Really is a beautiful piece you have there, by the way. I'm quite confident you use it well. Good for you, I mean that very sincerely. Remind you to buy you a drink sometime." His voice sounds honest, but the way his expression remains too cheery makes it impossible to tell for sure.

Kid, I don't know if you're good, bad, or just plain crazy.  So long as you stay civilized, it's not my concern *smiles*

"Very astute of you, good fellow. Agreed in full." Kepi smiles right back, for once his demeanor not seeming out of place.

A horriffic explosion sounds just outside the doors and the whole gear seems to shake.... *As the doors open and the smoke fills the room, Lachlan comes staggering in covered in torn rags of what was recently his shirt, vest and trousers. Bloody wounds paint lines crisscrossing across his body. In a labored breath he whispers   "Medic" and promptly falls face first to the floor.

*Val runs in from the back, and, upon seeing Lac, begins administering limited first aid*

Lachlan looks up weakly.."Get red bottle behind bar....." and then passes out.

*runs behind the bar and fetches the first red bottle he sees, hoping it's right*

Lachlan weakly opens his eyes "Thats...it...now, Im gonna *he grimaces sounding like a wounded animal* "I'm not gonna like this..pour it down my throat ...and *coughes up blood*try to keep me from killing you...

*opens Lac's mouth and pours the liquid down* try not to choke on it friend *looks concerned*

Lachlans eyes flare as the liquid enters his mouth and he begins to shake and froth at the mouth as it begins to take effect. Lachlan in a state of semi panic tries to push Val away screaming he says" GET BACK !" and the involuntary change began to occur.

*falls back and recovers, holding Lac down to the floor*

As the change progresses Lachs body begins its shift. Val could here the sounds of bones and muscles stretching the raw noises of crackling and tearing as Lachlan screams in agony . His body growing and rearranging, mass increasing as he goes from a 198lb man to the 420 lb 9 foot werewolf now jumping up and looking down on Val. 

RSS

© 2024   Created by Alexander Baker.   Powered by

Badges  |  Report an Issue  |  Terms of Service

Listen to this station