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]

Her brow knits with concern at the direction the conversation is going.

"I assure you....those that surround me are my family." She states very firmly. "I feel protected. I feel loved." She hesitates before the next statement, for there is one person she left behind whom she misses very much. "I have no one that I miss, because this little bar here and those who live in and around it....is my home."

She holds her breath, hoping he will take the bait and move along to another target, for despite his comforting words, she could read between the lines. There was something innately untrustworthy about this man.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*notices Bri's unease and walks u beside her, his wrist blade sliding out a small amount*

[Kepi The Grin]

Kepi's nose twitches as he breathes in a long sigh.

"That...is something very special you have, Miss Brielle. It would be a true shame if you were ever to lose that. Dear me, perish the thought..."

He gives his lips a petulant smack before continuing. "You know, this reminds me of the most interesting story, about a man who lost someone he loved...he and his wife-they were willing to go to the most extraordinary pains to once again be graced by this loved one, it was all so very sad..."

He glances into the distance, pointing his finger to the ceiling as though to begin, then dropping back down face to face with her, just the slightest bit too close for comfort.

"Would you like to hear my story, Miss Brielle? It's very enlightening, I promise. And you can take my very good word, that I always keep my promises." His grin couldn't possibly have been wider, as he tilted his head forward.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

Kepi *nods* long time no see you creepy son of a-*sneezes* ...you get what I mean..I like this place to but, probably not for the same reasons...

[Kepi The Grin]

"Ah, Silver. Dearest Silver. Been far too long, all my fault of course." *He spins on his heel to bow at her with a flourish*

"But a man has his reasons for absence, I'm sure you're well aware. I trust that little problem with the cartel was resolved to your satisfaction, yes? I hate to disappoint a valuable client..."

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*takes a drink of the Tireiron no. 7 making a contented sound* Hey, Anyone want that body in the middle of the floor?

[Valarian H. Vol]

*smiles at Silver sweetly, almost longingly, before addressing the newcomer* Try not to trip over all the bodies on your way in. *in a slightly darker tone* and don't make me add yours...

[Kepi The Grin]

Kepi regards the veiled threat, smile growing crooked. He stared for a long, charged moment, before his grin broke friendly again.

"Wouldn't dream of it, sir!" he shouted. "No worries, never a worry, not for oyu or anyone...not with me, I assure you..."

His voice tapered off like a dying record layer, evne as he kept his inverted "poker face".

[Valarian H. Vol]

*chuckles* I see.  Never the less, as long as there's not rouble, you're more than welcome here

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Turns toward the people of the bar.)  Good night to all. 

[Rick hunter]

"Good night miss Abigail," Steel said as he nodded at her. He grabbed the keg barrel of water that the bartender got for him, and started drinking it.

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(patting Steel's shoulder)  Take it easy, yes?