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 Lady Brielle Serra on
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Brielle giggles so hard at this statement that she nearly falls off her seat before blushing quite profusely and regaining her solemn composure.
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Permalink Reply by Dusten "The Reaper" on
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I'm not naked. she was recalling a time when I was dancing in my underwear
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Permalink Reply by Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff on
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Wil laughs and shakes his head. "I've no doubt there are many memories of you. Personally I hope your underwear never feature in one of my own."
He grins and waves to the others before taking a seat at the bar, pouring himself a glass of scotch.
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well this is a lively bunch today aren't we!?
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I'm sure we'd all appreciate staying that way as well if you don't mind sir." He grin and takes a drink of his scotch.
"How are you today Brielle?"
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Permalink Reply by Madame Erzebet Sedwick on
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Looks up from Bourbon.
"Ah sorry. A new gent. Hello."
Extends hand to Wil.
"Erzebet Sedwick at your service, my dear."
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Wil grins and takes her hand, gently kisses the back of it. "A pleasure to meet you. I am Wilhelm Heizeltroff. Though my friends, and ladies as lovely as yourself, just call me Wil."
He releases her hand and holds up his own scotch in a small salute before taking a sip
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Unmoved by this display, she says simply:
"Quite."
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Wil takes in her response without loosing his grin and chuckles. "So what profession of darkness do you practice kind lady? As I've yet to see a ray of light in this tavern of the odd. Excusing our fine Lady Brielle of course."
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"That's for me to know and for you to pray to any gods you know of that you don't find out, I'm afraid."
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Brielle looks up from the fine glass of wine she had been contemplating. "I am holding up Wil, all things considering." She gives the door to the basement a dark look and a nod.
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Wil laughs and shakes his head. "Another of the mysterious type whose profession deals with death in some form."
He winks at her with a friendly smile. "I just pray you aren't asked to end my life good lady. It is a task that I'm not certain can actually be performed!"
He looks to Brielle and nods. "I was hoping to get down there soon but so little chance to really conduct the investigation."
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