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]

As soon as Brie is in the vault as well Wil slams the door. A quick twist of his wrist and it locks shut. "Give it a few minutes. He can't really destroy the bar but it will leave the whole place smokey." 

He laughs and settles into a chair.

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*the skin on his arms has now burned away, his eyes are now coals burning white hot*

I̶͆̔͐̈́͏̣̙̜̩ ̵͕̭͙͖̺͔̑͑ͧ̓̍́́̚̚A͚̫̰ͣ͆̃̌̈̑ͣͯ͡M̗͍̖̊ ̵̳̝̑̎N̴̗̟̺̻̙̯͇̠̉́̏͛͡Ọ̲̬̦͍ͤͫ̍͐ͯ́͝Ẅ̥̰̟̪̙̩́ͯ̈́̑̾̇̀͘͜ͅ ̶̜̬̙̋͒ͮ̾͜͡I̟̣͔͚̝̓ͧ̎̎̾N̡͉͉̺̭̯̣̖̞̦ͪ͗ͣ̉ ̳̫͙̄̃ͨ̏͊̍̃͜C͉̫̼̪̪̤͕ͯ̍ͮͩO̗̪̙̯̩͊ͫ̄̿͊̄͟N̡̼̺̖̟̝͚͚͉ͫ̽ͮͪ̌͌̋̀T̶͙͔̦̖̖̮̣ͧ͊͛͠R̎͗̔ͥ̆ͧ͝҉̙̗O͎̠ͦ͝L̻̫͚̝̈́̆̑̌́̀͘,̷̸̺̼͈ͭ͊̓̐͠ ͊̐͊͢҉̩̤̙͔̥̮̲̻Y̠͈͕̼̏̇ͧ̀O̙͓̝̼̫͓͕ͤ̓̄͒́́̑͑ͅÙ̴̸̙̠̙̯̫̭̜̟ͫ͒ͭ̋ͬ ̷̷̳̘͉̙͖ͨ̆̒́İ̟̳̦̥͖͗̈́̿͞N̴̛͓̮͙̔ͥ̀̽͗̈̂ͥ͜S̸̪̱̙̆̍̍̈͝Ư͚̗̠̮̙̘̣͖̿̆ͬ͐ͣ̾ͮͨ̀F̶̜͉̣̠̠͗̒͐̒͝F̩̠̤ͨͣ̓ͩ͆͒̈́͢ͅE̢̘̳̳͉̹̗͌̒́ͭ̆R̵ͭͬ̔̔̐ͯ͊͝͏͙̲Å̞̣̠͎̯̩̼͂́͟͟B̶̯̺̠̰̐ͮ͆ͫ̓ͅL̪̫̬̙̥̲̥̼̯̈́ͨ̏ͧ͌̚͟͡Eͬ͑͆͂̂͏̡̜̗̣͍ͅ ̆ͫ҉̸͈̰M̸͕͎̹̅̏̆̀ͭͯ̔̃͠Ŏ̸͎̭͈ͦ̏̂̅͟R̥̳̼̝̜̮̉ͣT̛̳̠͗̌ͥͣ̎ͮͪͯ́A̝̰̟̫ͩͧ̕͟͡L̗̜̖̗̝̝͚̰͐ͧ̿ͣͤ̐S͍̦͚̬̩̖͎̤̉̓̇͆̇̒

[Arabella Porter]

O.O….

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She hears a slightly demonic voice coming from outside the vault. She wrenches the lock open, and takes in the scene. From the doorway, Brielle sighs.

"I guess I have to do it all myself tonight!"! She grabs the bucket of water from a shellshocked Ara, walks over to Octavius, and unceremoniously tosses the water such that it douses him from head to toe.

[Arabella Porter]

OwO

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*steam erupts around Oct and when it disipates he is gone*

[Arabella Porter]

*smiles at Brielle* You bloody damn well know what you're doing, now, don't ya? *her thick east london accent coming on*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She frowns, then sets the pitcher on the counter and dusts off her hands.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She turns around and gives Ara a little smirk.

"I don't know what you are talking about." She flounces over to the bar and pours herself a large glass of wine and takes a little sip. "I was damned if I was going to let that puppy explode this place and have to redo it yet again..." She lets out a little giggle.

[Arabella Porter]

Wha? *Ara asked with wide eyes like a spouse in trouble* oh fine, sorry! I'm sorry! 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She shakes her head.

"Its fine, but someone has to keep you crazy people in line..." She arches an eyebrow and smirks with just a hint of self satisfaction.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*strolls in whistling a hearty tune hissing steam. stretches steam rolling off her joints* ooooh, it's been such a long ship ride, i'm almost glad to be on the ground.*sits at the bar*