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.

 

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

"Quite horrible that," replying to Bellraven in return. Still, wouldn't mind knowing what exactly brought this about. Perhaps Alex needs another source of revenue as it appears the Gear doesn't really seem to keeping in the black, what with 'all the custom' these days...

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

Step's off the Triple 6 express, shaking off the brimstone and cold, as he lay's his top hat on the rack*

Hey ya'll, Just got back from hell. I need a drink now. I tell you what. Satan hates the wicked just as much as we do. Believe it or not. It was poker night and I was cut in on a game between God, Satan and few angels 

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

Head comes up, takes a look and greets the Reaper with a wave of his hand. "Pull one up and take break from all that standing around over there. Simon ought to have something you'd enjoy."

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

Alrighty buddy, I appreciate it. *sit's beside Ian* 

So Ian, how are you doing today my friend. 

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

"Not so horrible bub. Always can be better, but who am I to complain."

[Marshal Sir Jon Marshall]

"Welcome back to this plain of existence Dusten! Good evening Ian! How's life in the Service these days?Care to join this old Hussar for a drink?" Holding up the empty bottle, he signals to the bartender that he requires another. "One glass or three gentlemen?"

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

Yep it's good to be back. Been a long long day lol. How are you my good sir Jon. Anything interesting to share? *Sips on his flask with a cheerful smile*

[Marshal Sir Jon Marshall]

Getting knackered my good man, quite, quite knackered! It's been a long week.

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

"Simon, get us a plate of smoked kippers and rough mustard will you?" I call out to the barkeep.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*Lachlan walks through the doors, sporting a new charm on his hat* Good day to you all Gents, ..Tell me what do you think is it too much ?  * He removes his hat and makes a grand gesture of waving his hand around the new charm as if it was a piece of fine jewelry on display*  I just had it finished, *attached to his hatband along side his tiny voodoo doll and cross of bones is a polished skeletal hand* I recently had the opportunity to collect it. *As if this was completely normal he turns to the bar* "Oi ! monkey, my bottle if you please.

[Arabella Porter]

 David kicked open the door to the bar as pirates raided themselves in, stampeding towards the bar and grabbing at the liquer. David jumped up on the table,

     "Let us drink till the dead rise from their graves!!!" He shouted and the australians laughed. Chanter stood by the doorway, staring down at the floor.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Hearing the commotion, Brielle comes running out from the kitchen. Dumbstruck, she stands and stares for a moment, trying to think of what to do before the men notice one tiny girl lost in the sea of confusion.