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.

 

[Arabella Porter]

Walks in with a slit shaved into her eyebrow. She pours herself
A glass of rum and yaws. "Hey everyone." Ara falls asleep.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil walks in in the early afternoon to the bar. The front of the building had already been fixed to the specifications set by Brielle. The windows had been fully replaced and he was quite aware that every inch had been covered with his best formulas.

Inside the bar he grinned as he looked around. Every surface shined and was polished to a lovely gleam. Every finish was exactly as Brielle had wished. The tables Wil had stepped in on though, and had every table replaced with a deep mahogany to match the surface of the bar itself.

The back wall though had disappeared though and in it's place was a set of massive carved doors. Through the massive door way was seen the bottom level of a 3 story library with cat walks for each level, with rolling ladders for people to reach the highest shelves of each level. Comfortable furniture had been placed throughout the area as well, including armchairs, chaises, and sofas as well as tables next to them. Of to the side was a good sized door way leading into a private room that required a key, given only at the discretion of the owners. This comfortable room was furnished as well but the key point was a large 18 rod safe door that led into a gigantic safe. Inside this safe were racks and shelves as well as numbered boxes.

Wil couldn't help but smile as he seen that the crew was all but finished already. This was exactly the quality he had hired them for.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Val walked in behind Wil* I am impressed.  I hope you don't mind, though.  I took the liberty of adding some very discreet wards to that safe.  Not ghost nor daemon nor god himself can get in now without your permission *smiles, hopping for approval*

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Magical wards are beyond me so as long as the owners don't mind I won't really care. I'd just be careful to ask them first as some of our regulars in the past have been known to be less than wholly human." Wil smiles and takes to his normal chair and settles in with his pipe.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Smiles* I chose very carefully.  It's kind of like an...extra lock...YOu can give, or take, the key as you see fit.  Just say "introitum sineret", and then their name to let them in.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle walks down the hallway from her bedroom, looking a bit tired and worried. She walks into the main part of the bar, and stops for a minute with wonder.

"Wil, they finished, already?" Her head swivels back and forth and she spots the doors to the Library. "Is that for the..?" She questions, a bit shocked at how well it all turned out.

She slowly walks up to the door and rests each of her hands on one either side of the double doors, smoothing her hands down the polished wood before opening the doors. A glowing smile suffuses her face and she turns back towards Wil and Valarian.

"It could not be more perfect!"

[Valarian H. Vol]

*smiles* I didn't contribute much.  Just some lifting here and there, plus the wards.  Thank Wil *nods at Wil*

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil grins as he sets his pipe down and walks over to the doorway to the library. The doors sliding with ease into their hidden pockets for her. "I was rather glad you liked it. I hired them because they work at speeds that are just inhuman at times."

He smiles and points to the ceiling where she sees part of the roof has been replaced with a gigantic stained glass skylight that shows an intricate pattern that if you pay close attention to you can see it's actually an image of Felix's airship carrying the sign of the Rejected Gear below it.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*walks in* I think I may be spending quite a bit of time here *smiles at Bri* I hope you don't mind me invading your library *chuckles*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She looks up at the beautiful artwork and then around the library, suffused in a warm rainbow of light from the stained glass. She smiles at Valarian. "This library isn't just mine. It is for everybody who might appreciate it..."

She wanders around, hand trailing over leather bound volumes and every so often picking up a book and reading the title or flipping through a few pages. "Wil, where did you come by all of these at such short notice? Some of them are rather rare too.."

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil smiles and winks at her. "I donated a few of them myself and plenty of others I sent out purchasing agents to find. I'm fairly certain there are several book store owners in this city that are retiring today!"

He laughs and moves to the door. "Have you seen the consultation room and safe?"

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She grins. "I have not! Valarian, I believe this part will be of particular interest to you..." She follows Wil, looking behind to Valarian who was a bit lost in the books. "Are you coming to look?"