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.

 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She bites her lip so hard it bleeds. "You try leveraging any situation when you are both much smaller and younger than anyone around you. I was only thirteen when they announced the engagement, and they had their ways of keeping me in line, even when I quite literally would run away.." she tugs at her corset laces as if to loosen them and her breathing speeds up.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Val walks in with an unfamiliar girl under his arm* Everyone, meet Anna *The woman looked shy, but something was...off about her.  Val didn't seem to notice*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle dips into a curtsy, " Nice to meet you miss!" She comes out of the curtsy, smiling, and the girl smiles back. It is a near human smile, and but brielle notes a very slight mechanical movement to her face, much like phoebe. Subtle, but there. "You didn't tell me Anna was an automoton! She is very well done, just like Felix's girl! Perhaps they should meet? It is so lovely to see someone not care about the mechanics and find love anyways..."

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Val smiles* indeed she is.  The original Anna, unfortunately, is dead...*looks sad for a second, but cheers back up* We had a little time to talk.  She escaped from god knows where, and has been searching for me for a year *smiles at Anna, who responds to Bri* pleasure to meet you ma'am.  Any friend of Val's is a friend of mine *extends a hand to shake*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle returns the gesture. "Well that is lovely dear, I do suppose it grants you some closure?" She smiles sweetly. "Does she have Anna's memories?"

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Anna places a hand on Bri's shoulder* please, don't anger.  I do not like people angry *holds onto Val, who speaks up* he's trying to push your buttons Bri.  Be the better person...

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She looks up at them from where she sits. "I am sorry...some rather...traumatic memories...have been brought up..." She looks down at her feet.

[Kepi The Grin]

Kepi smacks his lips, noticing the newcomers at last.

"Yes, Miss...Anna is it? Good advice, anger benefits no one. You are most correct, sir, I should be kinder to Miss Brielle, she's under so much stress, these days." He fidgets with his spectacles. "Allow me one more private word, I fear I'm too embarrassed to say my penance aloud."

He leans in to whisper in her ear, softer than goose down yet sharper than a knife to a lamb. "I just want you to know," he mutters under his breath towards Brielle. "I have my own ways of keeping you 'in line'...and I promise no amount of running will save you from my ways, my dear...just wait and see."

He lifts himself back up and grins broadly at the present company. "Ah, much better, I feel a better man for it. So pleased to meet friendly faces all around!"

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She blanches, a shiver running up her spine, fear from the old ways her family used to keep her from misbehaving running through her head. They never left a mark on her, but the tactics were effective nonetheless. She puts on a poker face and stands up slowly. Softly, her aristocratic inflections exaggerated, she says, "Would anyone here care for a drink? I know I'm parched.." Before smiling a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Val and Anna look to each other, knowing something's wrong, but not what* I'd love a drink *Anna says, eyeing Kepi* As I'm sure Val here would...*she elbows Val, who is glaring.  He starts and responds* I'd love a drink.

[Kepi The Grin]

Kepi nods vigorously. "A drink sounds lovely, just lovely. I'll have whatever the fine fellow over there is having," he says, nodding toward Val.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

"Valarian, what would you like?" He continues glaring, a little louder, "Valarian?" snapping him out of it.