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.

 

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil walks in, his clothes clean and pressed. The shirt below the leather vest a deep red with a royal blue puff tie. Seeing Brielle rifling through the calendar. "Is something wrong my dear lady? I do hope it's nothing serious."

Wil's easy smile on his face as he settles into his normal chair, the blackened wood of his cane seeming to shimmer from some inner light.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She shakes her head.

"Its nothing really...just...my birthday was over two months ago...and I didn't notice, with everything going on...." Simon pours her a glass of wine which she accepts with a little smile before taking a seat next to Wil, a slight frown etched onto her face.

[Arabella Porter]

*Runs into the Gear and ducks behind the bar, reloading her gun and aiming from over the counter*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle looks up from the table with some shock.

"I have to say, I'll have to get used to this part of you being home...." She stands up and moves behind the chair to gain some cover, while feeling for the pistol in her skirt. "What kind of trouble have you gotten into now?"

[Arabella Porter]

Puppy's home *she says between clenched teeth*

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil hears the commotion and wakes from the nap in his chair. Seeing Ara reloading he sighs and kicks the table over with his good foot and settles behind it. Twisting the head of the black cane the tip opens up revealing a tube of some sort. "Arabella while I'm glad to see you back could you, just once, not bring your work home with you?!"

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*shouting from outside* PORTER!!

WHERE THE HELFIRE ARE YOU!

*kicks open the door and stomps inside*

I know youre in here woman!

[Arabella Porter]

*rolls her eyes and pulls the trigger* 

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*dives out of the way and dashes on all fours across the room and drives himself into the front of the bar, his huge physique causing it to crack and splinter*

You still have no honor? fight me! or are you a coward?

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil recognizes the voice and looks confused for a moment. He hollers out a moment later "Octavius? Is that you?"

Looking disconcerted he twists the head back shutting the valve. "Arabella what did you do to Octavius?"

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle cringes behind the chair. "We just redid this place for the the second time this year! Would you take this outside? Or at least don't destroy EVERYTHING!" she yells with an exasperated tone to her voice.

[Arabella Porter]

I guess dogs just don't like me! *she calls over, turning on the tap water as she shoves the barrel of her hun into his shoulder* I think he's thirsty.