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.

 

[Arabella Porter]

*looks at Brielle and then sighs to the audience (whoever the fuck that is) and says*. MAMACITA is playing with my love. I must pull the ultimate trick. *pulls out a rose* may I have this tango!!!????

[The Raven]

How are you miss Brielle?

[Arabella Porter]

A rrrrrival!!!!!!!!!!

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

Evenin' ya'll

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*looks up to Dusten and Jacob*

"Good evening gentlemen" She then looks to the strange new fellow.

"Er...excuse me?"

[The Raven]

Hello!!!

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*The doors burst open as the man walks in, clean shaven, cigar in mouth with the smoke bellowing up and around the brim of his leather topper, his grey hounds tooth coat flowing behind him. He looks up with a smile and it quickly fades seeing the obnoxious bandito at the bar. Letting out a sigh, he casually flipped the switch on the power module on his hand and stealthily readied his weapon, walking over.* Afternoon folks.

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

how are ya'll, and random mr. beaner

[Arabella Porter]

*looks to Oz* señor, señor! Hola hola! My heart is broke !! MAMACITA is playing with my viva loca!! (This is getting racist)

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle sighs heavily and looks to Oswin, an expression of annoyance clear on her face.

"Oswin, do you have any idea what this lovesick fool is speaking of? Or where he came from? I just was sitting here reading my book and he wandered in...."

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

boo!

[Graf Falke von Falkenhorst]

The door slowly opens, as an older man wearing a dusty and unidentifiable military uniform walks in. He is dressed for riding and has a belt with a pistol and cartridge boxes attached. Surveying the room, he finally settles at a corner table with his back to the wall and waits for service.