The Rejected Gear
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.
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Permalink Reply by Arabella Porter on
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Suddenly in a spur of the moment kind of deal, Santiago throws up a bunch of color powder and disappears out the door yelling ariba!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (To be continued)
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Permalink Reply by Graf Falke von Falkenhorst on
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Puts his hat over his food so the powder doesn't spoil it. Muttering in German to himself about "Really, foreigners!"
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Permalink Reply by Lady Brielle Serra on
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As he leaves her, she is caught in a tailspin, twirling. "Well, I never!" She sputters, then giggles as the oddness of the situation sinks in.
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Permalink Reply by The Raven on
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Tomorrow I head back to my native land of Illinois in the united states
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She nods. "That is quite exciting!"
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Been busy writing a book on my medical service during the American civil war and I had to take a break and have a drink with my friends here
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Brielle walks into the rejected gear wearing a new plum colored skirt with a matching jacket with oriental gold overlay, holding three other shopping bags. She sits down with a sigh and kicks off her new shoes, having been bought today and therefore not worn in quite yet. She gestures to Simon and tosses him a banana.
"Hello, Simon. A glass of white with some peach liqueur? Thank you..." She settles into a chair and pulls out a new novel from one of the bags.
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Permalink Reply by Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff on
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Wil wanders in through the door. His clothing as immaculate as ever before. His entire suit black but with a lavender shirt. He sets his top hat on the hook before waving to Brielle. "Good evening Brielle. How are you tonight?"
Though he looks in good spirit he is clearly letting the bloodwood shaft in his left hand take his weight as he moves to his chair. Settling down gently he smiles but he looks tired, as if he had not slept in days.
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She looks up from her book and smiles at Wil. "I am ok, I had some retail therapy today as you can see..." She gestures to her new outfit. "Waiting for some word from Felix, as always..."
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Permalink Reply by Alexander Baker on
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Felix entered the gear in his bombed out leather jacket, "Simon whiskey, on the rocks."
"Really Felix? Drinking already." The female voice said from outside the door.
"Yeah, you limit how much I can drink on the damn ship. And I never get shore leave, so yes. I am drinking a whole bottle by myself," Taking the bottle from Simon and starting to chug it.
"God damnit," She said again as Felix belched a ball of fire. "That shit will kill you someday."
"So what?" Tossing the bottle aside, "Hey Brielle," Looking at Brie sitting with her shopping bags.
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