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.

 

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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!!!

 

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.

 

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*Blasting through the doors, half running half waltzing * Brie ! Where are ya, ya beautiful thing you ? She did it and sooo much more ! Brie ? come on I know you're back there * yelling to the hallway * "Come on out so I can kiss ya, mouth or cheek your choice! " YAHOOO !  EVERYBODY DRINKS TONIGHT ! * throws a bag of what sounds like heavy gold coinage on the bar* OI ! monkey ! service , and fix yer self a banana daiquiri on me as well!  

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle comes sleepily and a bit disheveled from down the way of the staff bedrooms. "Lachlan? What is happening?" She giggles as she catches wind that whatever it was must have been very very good.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

She did it ! Rollie had that old fool literally eating out the palm of her hand. We managed to rescue over a million poor helpless gold coins from the hands of that evil man. Here* handing over a bag * you are so worth this and more* Lach burst out laughing *  ,I even saved a gold bust the old fool had commissioned of himself, it'll look great over the bar as a trophy wont it? 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

The sack of gold lands heavy in her hands and she giggles as she nearly drops it.

"Well it certainly sounds like a success! Do tell how in the world this all happened?" She tilts her head with curiosity. "And I daresay that would be a lovely trophy over the bar."

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

She as brilliant, she captivated the junior officers with her knowledge of ships and the senior officers and highborn with her newly learned manners and charm. I tell ya I never would have believed it. I was afraid we were made at one point when a contingent of guards came in and began looking over all the guests ,one of the idiots actually pinched Rollies bum and ya know what she did ..She kept her cool and pretended to faint at the "obscenity" of it She squeaked "How vulgar"and down she went. ... Got us right into the Lord Mayors office that did and from there well the rest was easy.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She nods. "Sounds like she learned well...." She giggles. "Especially that bit with the fainting. I would have expected something like that to push her over and the fellow to get the lights knocked out of him! Absolutely genius!" She smiles and takes a seat beside Lachlan.

[CPT Edward Leviticus H.]

*Very rarely frequents saloons but enters The Rejected Gear, it is always open and often familiar acquaintances are seen here*

Hello? Anybody home? Apparently not. Well I know the owner, I'm sure he won't mine me warming my tired bones by the stoking up a fire.

I don't know why I don't come here more often? Seems I've let myself become too busy. I don't even feel weird talking to myself because I'm sure the haunted disembodied souls of companions are hanging about.

*Finds a glass, pours luke warm water into it, drops two tablets that plop plop fizz fizz*

Here is to the Army and Navy, and the battles they have won. Here's our Nation's colors... the colors that never run. And may the wings of liberty never lose a feather.

*Swallows it down, returns the glass to an empty sink. Scribbles a note for Alexander*

"Edward was here".

* Pulls collar up over his shoulders, and heads for the door*

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

Walking through the doorway into the the Pub and heading straight for the bar, Ian grabs himself a healthy draft of Bugman's Milk Stout, grabs a bucket of peanuts and throws himself into his chair's deep recesses.

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

"Evening all."

[Valarian H. Vol]

*smiles from the library* good evening sir.  What brings you here today?

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

"Not a whole heck of a lot..." I reply. "Find any good books?"

[Valarian H. Vol]

*smiles* not much you would be interested in.  maybe some of the old technical manuals.