The Rejected Gear
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!!!
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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.
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Permalink Reply by Lady Brielle Serra on
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She takes her drink and curls up in a chair, continuing to sketch out ideas and every so often calling one of the men over to share her vision.
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Permalink Reply by Kepi The Grin on
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Kepi saunters in, twirling an "air cane". He is grinning as usual, for no apparent reason. He spots Brielle and her companions.
"Well salutations!" he shouts. "Very good to see you in good health, Miss Brielle. What sort of business do you have with these fine fellows?" He leans in to see her sketches. "I'll have you know I'm ever so helpful in matters of business! Very much so."
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Brielle jumps at the unexpected boisterous entrance of this strange, nefarious fellow. As he peers over her shoulder, she snaps her book shut. "Sir....just renovations for this lovely establishment. The business part is already taken care of...." She nods to Wil.
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Permalink Reply by Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff on
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Wil smiles and raises his pipe the gentleman who seems to know Brielle. "I wouldn't say I took care of the business my dear. Just financed it. As is my way."
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She smiles at Wil. "You are right..." She hands her final plans to Otto.
"I trust you will ask if you have any further questions? I am quite excited to see this happen..." She giggles a little and then remembers the strange gentleman and looks towards him. "Sir, what is your business here today? Can I get you a drink?..."
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Otto nods and smiles as they take the final plans. "We will back within the next few hours to begin work."
With that they quickly move out the door to go begin getting their supplies.
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Kepi continues his waltz between Brielle and Wil.
"Oh ho, silly girl. Very, very silly," he mewls. "But business is never truly done, Little Miss Brielle. There's always improvements to be made. Room for new deals. Much better ones."
He casts his grin over to Wil. "I assure you, my good man, I have resources of which you may find most useful and interesting. And I'm very charitable, you know. I'm feeling rather benevolent to this place, the longer I'm around it. It has the most interesting people."
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She bristles at his words. "I am not a Silly girl! I was told that my whole life...I find I have proven to myself otherwise.." she says the last part softly, almost to herself and then looks into her drink as if it were the most fascinating object in the world.
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Wil gives something of a smile though it seemed far less friendly. "Sir I rarely find someone whose resources are of any use beyond what I can gather for myself. I have made myself quite comfortable without the help of others. Nor would I call that delightful young lady 'silly' again. Such disrespect is rarely allowed twice."
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Kepi's grin only widens. "Good thing I specialize in rarities, then! But no worries, I mean no such disrespect. I say it most affectionately." Kepi glances down at Bri, pursing his lips into what would have been a warm look of tenderness on anyone else.
"As for you rarities in useful resources, I might surprise you.l I have friends in places high, low, and in the cracks in between." He barks out one sharp laugh. "But I understand fully. It's nice to be comfortable, on top of the anthill you built for yourself, isn't it? Pity when it falls down. It's so easy to lose..."
He bends his head down toward Wil. "But I'm certain you're a man who takes care of his things. I note that duly, I do indeed." He smiles widely again.
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Wil looks at him and all the emotion and humanity in his face seems to drain away, anyone with any sense would recognize the face they are looking at is the face of a true sociopath. "If you do not back away from me I will believe I need to defend myself, and you do not want to be the one I defend myself against. My anthill is untouchable by all but a select few and I'm quite aware of each of them. So back away before you discover why no animal walks near a colony of fire ants."
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Kepi's nose twitches. His mirrored glasses returned only her own expression, but one could almost mistake an extra glint in the way the light reflected off them.
"Is that a fact, Miss Brielle?" he said, voice sing song in a strangely dangerous way. "Because you shouldn't say things unless you a re positively sure..."
He preened over her, hands clasped behind his back.
"From where I'm standing, I'm not terribly convinced you're telling me the truth. What a pity. Alas! You'll have your chance to prove it to me soon, I've no doubt."
He flashed back to Wil for a moment, keen to not lose a potential business partner for lack of interest.
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