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 nods. "As you wish..."

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil growls low but still loud enough to be heard. "If I needed someone to cover my bar tab there is a better than even chance you wouldn't be the one to cover it. As for being in business together you can forget that. I have standards and you don't meet them."

Wil turns back to the fire and takes another deep swig from the bottle.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Val walks in alone, making sure to shut the door and checking the windows before sitting down, still looking slightly nervous*

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

"Bugman's Cream Stout, Simon," I order from the monkey suit and nod in appreciation to the grinning stranger.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Looks at Ian* good evening sir.  Don't mind the grin.  You'll get used to it.  It's the attitude you've gotta watch *chuckles*

[Kepi The Grin]

Kepi nods back at Ian. "Well chosen, sir. Be at ease to speak freely, I'm actually a much better listener than talker, as it were."

He glances indifferently at Val, grinning warmly at the acknowledgment before he nods over to Wil.

"Just as well, sir. I have standards too, fraid' I couldn't bear to lower them to...associates of the 'bush legues', just yet, upon further reflection. Even if you'd let me. Higher stakes do tend to be a hard habit to quit." He preened briefly before returning his attention to immediate company.

"Do forgive said attitude, sir. It does so get the best of me."

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

I am in the bush leagues and you have the speech of a drunken cockney. Somehow I think I'll be just fine staying far away. So please keep your comments, gestures, and absurdity well clear of me. I quite prefer the company of those whose idea of class isn't something you skip. Now, do us all a favor and keep quiet. I've had a long enough day without some foolish child making it worse." Wil pulls out his cigar case, cuts the cap off with a snip of his cutter and lights it with a match.

Soon the thick smoke is filling the air around him as he drinks from his bottle of whiskey.

[Kepi The Grin]

Kepi keeps his smile to Val, Ian, and Bri.

"You know, I don't think that man and I get along. I must know more about him!" he says, with gusto.

He takes another long sip of his whiskey, softly laughing for a moment.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "Wil says what he thinks, Kepi..." She smirks at the oddity of the situation.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*smiles despite himself* This hasn't been too bad a night.  Good food, decent company...*smiles*

[Kepi The Grin]

"That's the spirit, sir! It's never as bad as it seems...and sometimes not as good, for that matter...but alas. We are fortunate to be in such a place on a night such as this."

[Valarian H. Vol]

I cartainly hope so *Val stands up and heads to the library*