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.

 

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

I need Alcohol*she groaned leaning against you* I really need to get my steam back up...ugh, I have so much to do but I don't wanna move..

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Picks up Silver and carries her to a bar stool* there you are my dear *grabs a bottle of Tireiron no. 7. If this doesn't have enough alcohol, then you're just out of luck *chuckes and sits next to her*

[Kepi The Grin]

The gentleman waltzed in quietly, with footsteps that seemed just the slightest bit too well practice. Rehearsed, even, like he'd spent too much time going through the motions of not being heard until the opportune moment. It gave him an odd quirk to his gait-no obvious, grand gesture or tick, but with every motion a few degrees off, every tilt of his head just a little bit...wrong.

It wasn't just the way he moved.

He was long, some would call spindly. He dress was simple but immaculate. He wore black trousers and a white shirt, black vest and tie with a wide knot. Mirrored spectacles kept his eyes hidden, and his hair spilled to the sides in the style of Mr. Wilde.

But the worst part about him was that smile. It never left, from the moment he entered. It just got wider as he breathed in the air of the bar in a long, deep inhalation. He exhaled loudly as he observed the skirmish. 

"Now that," he said to no one in particular, but dramatically to the point of intentionally theatrical, "is why I like this place. Really do! Just lovely."

He continued his saunter, up to the bar. His eyes remained concealed by those mirrors, but his head gazed all throughout the room as he leaned on the bar counter. His body from the neck down was completely still as he did so, still smiling for no obvious reason.

"Now who here can be so very kind as to tell me what's worth drinking round' these parts?"

[Rick hunter]

"Water," Steel replied, before he ordered some in the biggest container the bartender could lift.

[Kepi The Grin]

"Water would do just fine, my good man. You're very kind."

Kepi's grin widened to show his teeth momentarily, as he placed entirely too much on the counter to pay.

"Keep the change, naturally. Good service is golden, I'm sure you know."

[Valarian H. Vol]

*eyes the newcomer* either you just broke loose from the circus, or took a serious blow to the head...

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle turns her head to the newcomer, and is slightly put off for reasons she cannot quite put her finger on. Regardless, she smiles brightly. "Hello, welcome to the Rejected Gear!" A monkey hops down from the rafters. She giggles. "That is Simon...he will take your drink order. May I ask what brings you here, exactly? People that wander in here always have the most fascinating stories..." She hopes he might shed some light on the gut feeling she has.

[Kepi The Grin]

Kepi pivots his head to face the young woman. His grin momentarily collapses, face taut and rigid with fixation. It returns to his face as quickly as it left, bemused more than anything now.

"Why hello, pretty miss. A pleasure, I'm sure," he says, his naturally mewling voice warm in a way a perceptive type might catch as artificial. Or at the very least, less than the sincere truth.

"And you, sir," he says, regarding the monkey as he would any other distinguished acquaintance. "Mister Simon, is it? A bottle of your finest...whatever is your finest. I leave the details to those with good discretion." He looks back upon Brielle. "And the two of you...seem to have excellent discretion."

He bends his head at an odd angle toward her.

"You see, miss...miss...ah, where are my manners? A thousand and a half pardons, but would you please be so very, very kind as to tell me you name?" he asks, cheerful as ever.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She feels very uneasy. He reminds her of the parties she used to have to go to-fake pleasantries only to be followed by the most vicious gossip amongst the ton. She nods her head. "My name is Brielle..." She closely watches his face from under her lashes.

[Kepi The Grin]

His grin grows even wider, teeth now showing.

"Brielle," he says, with apparent gusto. "What an absolutely lovely name that is...so befitting, truly." He raises his free hand in the air, fingers flexing and curling periodically as he rolls his head around his shoulders once.

"Well now, Brielle." He drags her name out when he says it. "I am a very good judge of character, I'll have you know first. And that's why I'm going to tell you the answer to your question about my motivations." He lets out a short, cursory laugh.

"I'm here because...shall we say, I'm on holiday. From work. Work is...very hectic, at the moment. Many problems, I'm sure you know how it is. All of them solvable, I just need...some space. Away."

He leans in with a hushed voice now, only loud enough for her to hear but loud enough to be certain she heard clearly. "I bet a nice girl like you knows all about needing some space, eh? I just have the most striking notion..."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle bites her lip. "As you can imagine...most people here need some space." Her feeling of unease grows. She had thought her family had well and truly given up on her, given that it was very clear they had thought her ruined. Now however....she isn't so sure.

"And what notion would that be , good Sir? Do tell. A notion based on an assumption can be oh so telling of character.."

[Kepi The Grin]

Kepi leans back, evidently enjoying this in spite of his hidden gaze. He clasps his hands together and rests his chin upon them.

"Oh, you needn't worry about my character Miss Brielle. Not a single bit, you keep your pretty little head worry free!"

He pauses with a pensive stare before continuing. "I have the wild notion...that you're not quite like everyone else here. They need their space, oh indeed. Certainly. But you-you understand the need for it o n a special level. Or...am I just a rambling fool, in need of a drink in a most serendipitous bar? Where is that fine hairy gentleman?" He looks around.

"In any case, I suppose this is what happens when one has been away too long...away from their family. I don't imagine you would know much about that, though, would you Miss Brielle? I'll bet you keep yourself just surrounded by loved ones..." He fixes his mirrors on her again. "But I tell you, feeling apart from your dearest ones...it drives people to do the craziest things, really amazing to watch." His brow twitches with some hidden thought.