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.

 

[Alexander Baker]

"The archy would be a small fry compared to this ship, it has all the Airmarshall data on board on top of stealth technology and warp drives.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

Oh, she's got some tricks up her sleeves..that airmarshall data would be a goldmine though

[Alexander Baker]

"And that's what I'm allowed to tell you."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle frowns. "I'm not so worried about what they are after so much as I'm worried as to what kind of things you have been through the past few weeks...." She recalls the fresh wounds he had acquired before leaving. "Physically and mentally."

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Smirking with a chuckle* Alright then. I think I'm going to put a few things in place, just to be safe. It was good to see you, mate. * Tipping his hat to Bri* He'll be fine, don't you fret. Goodnight gents *He said to the others in the bar as he took a few steps, entering coordinates from his right forearm device to the left. Flipping a switch, the air began to spin, static sparks in the are accompanied an increasing hum and glow. All growing with intensity, there was a loud thunder clap with a bright flash that collapsed on to his positing, with nothing but a plume of vaper where he stood*

[Alexander Baker]

"I'll be fine and night Oswin, I must also head to bed too, I'm tired." kisses Brielle and heads for his room.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She shakes her head and grabs his hand. "You aren't getting away with not talking so easily..." as she heads back to his room with him.

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

Time for the cog to give me a birthday bash. 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle walks down the staff hallway, looking worn and tired. It had been a very long night since Felix had gotten home, and not in the happy way one would expect of two young lovers. Despite her best efforts, she had gotten very little information from him of his ordeal while he was away-which did not bode well. From experience, she knows that the less he talks the more traumatic the experience had been. She takes a seat by the bar, head in her hands, and Simon takes one look at her and mixes her something both very strong and fruity and hands it to her. She smiles briefly at him. "Thank you, dear."

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil walks into the bar with 3 middle aged men. All of them seem to be looking around and jotting notes on the papers they carry. "Give me a moment sirs and I'll see if the lady of the house is around. She'll be the one giving you your directions of course."

He smiles and goes to the hallway and calls, "Brielle dear. Are you around?"

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle looks up from her place by the bar. "Hello, Wil. Felix got back last night..." She sounds decidedly less cheery than usual. She notices the men. "What is this all about, Wil?"

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Val flits in with a light breeze, noting both Wil and Bri* hello people *smiles and twirls a sword* why all the company Wil?