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.

 

[Valarian H. Vol]

Oh, just dealing with some restless natives.  Nothing I can't handle...yet *looks concerned*

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil laughs and winks at Silver. "Well I'm sure it's hard to be your favorite Heizeltroff when I'm the last living member of my family." 

He grins and continues smoking his pipe as he leans back in his chair.

[J. Deacon Monroe]

Deacon slowly swings the door open, a low creak echoes through the room. He makes his way to a corner table, heel plates loudly clicking with each step. He motions for a drink, a swirl of smoke rises from the cigar stub clenched between his teeth. By the stiffness of his uniform and the slight odor of salt it is apparent he has just stepped off the latest airship from across the pond.  

"Hello friends, I apologize for my absence. I had business to attend to back home"

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Val walks out of the library, eyeing the man he doesn't recognize* hello sir.  What brings you here? *Brings the man a drink, and sits at the table* I do hope you're here under friendly terms...

[J. Deacon Monroe]

Deacon gladly accepts the drink and tips his head.

"Thank you sir. I was here last reconnecting with a dear old friend, who graciously offered me room and board, as well as his expertise to restore my worn gear. I was called away on a personal matter, but have returned back to my new home at Heizeltroff Laboratories" He extends his hand "Jules Deacon Monroe, but everyone calls me Deacon."

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil walks in, still favoring his left leg more than normal, when he notices Deacon at a corner table. Immediately he breaks into a wide smile and laughs. "Well well! Look whose returned. Deacon I thought for sure you'd went and disappeared again!"

Moving over as quickly as possible he grabs the man's hand and shakes it. "Good to see you my friend."

[J. Deacon Monroe]

"Good to see you too Wil" Deacon mirrors the wide smile "My room still vacant?"

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

"Of course it is. I have more rooms than I know what do with in that building of mine." He grins and takes a seat at the table, motioning to Simon for a glass of scotch.

[J. Deacon Monroe]

"Grand! After that journey I could use a dry place to rest my head, and run some tests on this gear" he taps the optical over his right eye socket with the two barrels attached to his forearm.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

"Finally finished the arm mount upgrade you were talking about than?"

He grins as Simon lowers himself down by one foot and sets the scotch in his hand. He hands the monkey a small paper wrapped package. "There you go. This should be the right set for that experiment of yours." 

Simon gives a nod and a grin and disappears into the rafters.

[J. Deacon Monroe]

"Yes, luckily was able to utilize your serum for the arm mount as well. I only wish I had this capability during the war"

[Valarian H. Vol]

*val shakes the extended hand* Valarian H. vol, or Val. Pleasure