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.

 

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

-shrugs-that's what happens when you let a demon monkey help-winks at simon letting him know she was joking- I'm certain Felix will be fine and as for ara...-frowns- she may have become similar to me.. I'd never wish it on anyone but it could happen-looks upset at the idea but hopeful at the same time-

[Alexander Baker]

Felix enters, tossing his rucksack behind the darkened bar. Carrying the small slumped figure in his arms down to the basement. After a few minutes there was the sound of muffled screams.

[Arabella Porter]

 *pushing open the door in the summer heat, Ara gasps in and slams the door behind her, looking around. No one. She sighed, taking a whiff of the air as she remembers the familiar smell of smoke and alcohol. She glances about, still leaning on the door, water sepping into the cracks of the door as she slides down dragging a strand of sopping wet hair out of her eyes and tucking it behiond her ear.* fucking chilly in here, ain't it? *she asks no one as she sighs against the door, a puddle of water forming around her as she falls asleep. soaking jacket, soaking shirt, soaking trousers, soaking head, soaking boots, and all she wants to do is sleep.*

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

**The familiar sound of a not so ordinary steam engine rumbles in from the distance, the noise rumbling through the streets as the steam exhausts coats the ally and flows in to the door. A faint small glow floats through the exhaust and approaches the door. The doors swing open  quickly followed by a quick faint thud and moan as Oswin trips and falls over a damp mass on the floor * Son of a bit....*as he falls, landing with a thud and the cigar rolling in front of him.*

[Arabella Porter]

*ara is awoken by a kik and something falling over we as she jolts when awoken, her head hittin the floor. She puts her head to her hand and groans.* fuck, don't arrest me. I'll kill you. *she shuffles around her soaked jacket for a gun that's in her bag. Her eyes still closed* screw it, just cuff me, she whispers falling back to sleep and letting her self curl into a ball on the floor* Scotland Yard as nice towels anyways and I can't be bothered.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Startled by the voice Oz quickly knocks off his hat, rolls over to his back, draws his disrupter and powering it and the energy protection barrier in a single motion. An ominous hum or the gun fills the air* Good luck with that first part doll, now the second, I can definitely accommodate *Flipping a switch on his right arm, the ship begins to ascend to the distance, starting to clear the air of the exhaust as he has the gun pointed towards the voice. * What the hell is with all this water.....

[Arabella Porter]

 *her eyes shoot open when he says "doll and a warm smile sets slowly on her face as she rolls over and looks him in the eye* you finally getting my bounty? *she says quietly*

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*The air clears a bit more as the person rolls over and looks him in the face. The tension eases and a big smile shows on his face, holstering the gun* It would set me up quite nicely, wouldn't it *Grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her in for a big hug* Christ Ara, you're sopping wet, what did you get yourself in to?? Are you ok?

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Lachlan comes strolling into the Gears front doors careful not to disturb the scene partly blocking the passage *Ah, to be young and in love , well at least in lust. Make a hole please mean old man coming through*

[Arabella Porter]

  I got lost in a sand storm and fell in the Thames. *she sighs into the hug, wrapping her arms around him* I've been kicked around a bit. We had a mutiny, I was welded into my room. We almost crashed out of the sky but it's all good now. Thomas Dunning showed up. He ran away and he joined our crew but he's gone now. If i'm lucky I'll never see his snooping face ever again. I'm good though. Just,….home. *she pressed her cheek against him* Are you still doing what you're doing?

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Lachlans ears perk up "So,you looking for a new ship, a new adventure , a new place to meet new and interesting folks ...and then rob them blind ?"

[Marshal Sir Jon Marshall]

Fresh from his meeting with Professor Olam, Sumerologist non-pareil, at the Adventurers Club, Sir Jon tips the handsome cab driver and walks into the bar. "As touching a scene I haven't seen in years". He surveys the bar, "Well, it hasn't been this lively in weeks. Care for a whiskey to warm you up my dear? And the rest of you too, it has been such a good day". Bartender, whiskey all around, and please don't let the monkey handle the glasses."