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. "That makes it quite a bit more reasonable, indeed. I didn't realize you had access to such a thing, talking about horseback and all....but I suppose that your temporal rift manipulator cannot teleport an entire caravan." She takes a leisurely sip.

[The Raven]

Yes yes it can but I can't let the confederates get their hands on such technology.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

"Forgive me good Dr, but the confederates? I thought that war was over years ago....before I was even born..."

[The Raven]

Yes but with my temporal rift realignment machine I can go back in time and help save lives.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

"Well that is lovely!" She giggles. "And think of it, if your numbskull surgeon's assistant isn't ready, you can always push the trip back until he is!" She taps her foot on the ground gently, happily sipping her wine.

[The Raven]

True, very true

[Valarian H. Vol]

*wakes up from dozing off at his table* oh, what did I miss? *chuckles*

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

Rousing from his self-induced sensory deprivation period, Ian wonders aloud,"Isn't that dangerous, messing with the timeline," and taps his pipe clean in prep for another smoke.

[Valarian H. Vol]

Sorry.  It's been a very busy week for me *looks worn out*

[The Raven]

Only if you mess it up from how it should be. As in you can't change certain fixed points like Lincoln getting shot or the sort

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She looks to the doctor. "Who makes these rules? Very interesting.." And then to Val. "I think you might have narcolepsy. One moment you were telling me about some present you had, and the next you were out!" She bites her lip, trying to hide her amusement and not giggle.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*laughs* nah, just been everywhere this week.  So much going on!  Inventions to make, Daemons to kill!  Busy busy busy.