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.

 

                         ********IMPORTANT********

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.

 

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*eyes go wide*...you wouldnt dare.....

[Arabella Porter]

*shoves the pitcher underneath, it begins filling slowly*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle blinks with confusion.

"A pitcher of water is more feared than a bullet from a gun?"

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*whimpers and dashes toward a pillar, jumping at it and up into the rafters*

kepp that away from me!

[Arabella Porter]

come on down, Octavius. Isn't that dog in you tired and thirsty? He did a lot of playing today I imagine. *with a wink and a smirk, holding the pitcher of water, she leans against the pillar* i have all bloody night, really. *shrugs and takes a sip* 

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*growls* fine

*leaps down and goes into a combat stance*

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Ara, you aren't seriously threatening to throw water on Octavius are you?!" Wil looks a bit concerned and peaks out over the top of the table and lowers back down. 

"Great. The whole damn bar is going to explode. Again."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle takes in what Wil is saying and then jumps out from behind the chair.

"Get OUT! NOW! Or else you will BOTH be paying for or doing the repair work yourselves!" she glares at the two who are busy deciding their next moves.

[Arabella Porter]

*takes another sip* fine by me. Looks like we're fine now cause doggy's acting like a scared little kitten

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*snorts a firey plume*

just do it...

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil's eyes go wide as he hears Brielle's orders. Looking over the table again he looks shocked as he sees it really is her. Muttering softly, "Well I'll be damned. I didn't think she had that in her."

[Arabella Porter]

You really want it? *she asked loudly with a chuckle then looks to Brielle* wait…you.. you just gave orders…real orders...