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.

 

[Arabella Porter]

"Thanks," he smiles but when Bri goes to touch his shoulder, her hand goes through him.Chanter's eyes go wide. "Right." chanter said, "Now I remember..."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle's eyes nearly pop out of her head, not believing what she is seeing and feeling. To confirm her suspicions, she goes to place her hand on his chest, which also goes straight through to the other side.

With a shaky voice, "You remember, what, exactly?"

[Arabella Porter]

"Arabella...shot me..."

[Marshal Sir Jon Marshall]

His eyes widen as he nears the entrance to the Gear. The door had violently kicked in and he heard a commotion from inside. In a split second, his neurologically implanted sensors armed the weapons on his cybernetic arm. He made a dash for the door and took and with ample cover surveyed the inside. 

The place was a wreck, chairs and tables had been overturned and smoke emanated from where it seemed shots had been fired. 

Brielle stood at the bar with two rough looking men one of whom was apparently injured, but whatever calamity had left the Gear in such a state had stormed off to wreak havoc elsewhere. 

He rushed to the bar. "Lady Brielle, what has happened? It looks like a typhoon has been through here. Can I offer you or your...friends any assistance?"

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

-comes runningthrough the burst open doors in gun drawn- what in the greased gears is going on?! Brie these guys better not be giving you trouble-she looked like a frightening person steam and smoke billowing dangerously from her- now y'all better be in yer ways-her pirate accent was thick and heavy. Proving she could fight just as dirty as they could-

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle tilts her head, a bemused expression upon her face at the two who had busted in upon the scene.

"Darlings, these two are actually helping. If you want those responsible, they are out to ransack london...." She points her finger out the door and sighs.

"Ghosty? Manly? Lets get ourselves to Scotland yard...." She sways out the door and the two men follow her. "Silver, Sir Jon, you are also welcome to come...or you can go find them and give them what for." She giggles.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*smirks steam curling through her teeth* any hints as to where they'd be?*she looked in the mood to kill*

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wilhelm walks through the door, his eyes immediately noticing the boot print on the door and the splinters from around latch. He gives a deep sigh and shakes his head before making his way to the bar.

A moment later Simon drops down beside him and hands him an old worn out tome. The monkey makes a few gestures and shakes his head. "Sorry to hear that Simon. I had seriously hoped that you would find what you need in this one. I'll bring over the grimoire of Apollonius later this evening for you. It is one of my most prized possessions but I've no doubt you will treat it with the same respect you have given all the books I've loaned you thus far."

He smiles as he pours himself a healthy glass of scotch before leaning against the bar and waiting. Either Brielle would be here soon or the ruffians who had damaged the door would be. Either way it was sure to be a pleasant evening.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*comes back soaked in blood, oil, and water steam hissing from between her teeth as she grinned* much better*she had a look in her eye. when she notices Wil she shakes the look away returning to normal Silver* oh! hi Wil*smiles mischeviously and sits next to you pouring herself some of your scotch* whatcha doin'?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle wearily comes through the door, looking a tad more ruffled than her usual impeccably put together self. She notices Wil.

"Do you like what those fools did to our newly redone bar?" She sighs heavily and sits down in a chair before leaning back and putting her hand across her forehead.

"Simon, dear, be a darling and get me something strong, would you?" The monkey quickly mixes her a sweet but deadly strong concoction of an unknown name and she gratefully sips.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

-comes over, still soaked in blood, oil, and water; wipes her hands off on her shirt, and fixes your curls back into place- are you alright dear?-she said softly mildt worried for her tired friend-

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She shakes her head.

"I'm fine. I'm alright. But I'm not fantastic.....I want Arabella to not be dead and Felix to come home and make everything run smoothly again..." She gives a little smirk. "It just goes more and more to hell the longer he is away......"