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.

 

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Nod's back* Are ya'll two watching from the sidelines? Want to play some drinking games?

My dear Sir, I fear I am a bit too old for drinking games. If you had caught me in my youth, when I was a bold young Hussar, perhaps then. He gives a slight smile and sips his drink with enjoyment, savoring the heavy flavor.

Wil gives a soft chuckle and shakes his head. "I'm afraid I'm not up to drinking games tonight good sir. I've been up for days finalizing a rather lucrative deal with a less than pleasant Maharaja."

The Gear's front door slams open with the weight of a rather bedraggled middle-aged man in some rather tatted-up clothing, both of which look to have seen better days. "Ahhhh..damn. Never again..." I expel heavily through bruised and battered lips. "Simon, a pint of Bugman's and just keep 'em coming."

Stares at Ian, with wondering eyes* Are you alright buddy?

"No trouble, Dust. Just a disagreement with a bouncer over property rights and a long, tall drink of lovely."

*peers at Ian* you don't appear overly bruised, so I presume either there was little violence, or it was in your favor.

"I heal kind of quickly and the bouncer was off his game. Thanks for noticing Val," I reply with after another draft of beer, emptying said glass. "So sad..."

alrighty then, how about a discussion of steam engines or play a game of poker?

Thank you. I haven't played poker in quite some time, not since I was last in America. I fear my skills are rather rusty. I think I'll watch instead.

I'm hardly qualified to discuss steam engines. In truth I know so little about them that I've been told it should be a crime!" Wil laughs and half closes his eyes. 

He reached inside his vest and pulled out his pipe. Quickly he fills it and lights it, letting the heavy smoke settle around him with a smile.

*val peeks out from the library, noticing everyone* quite the crowd tonight!

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