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.

 

[Marshal Sir Jon Marshall]

"Well, the service seems to be lacking today." *He grabs several snifters from behind the bar, and uncorks the cask himself. He pulls a tap out of his satchel, twists in on and pours a snifter for Captain Lachlan and another for himself*

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Dont mind if I do Thank ya Sir

[Marshal Sir Jon Marshall]

Hugs captain Steameather. "Good to see you've come out of it alright, you look like you could use a drink. I forget, do you drink?

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*Looking back to Sir Jon* , Sil and alcohol are an interesting combination. Besides the walls were just redone in here.

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

A putrid smoke with a sickly, purple cast preceding and following him out of one of the myriad dark spaces within the Gear, Sgt. Ian Mac stumbles over the walrus-skin throw-rug before his chair and heads to the bar for a talk with Simon and a pint of Bugman's Best. "How is it monkey-man? Get all that latin-speaking stuff sorted out?"

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Val walks in with a rifle case, smelling the smoke* Dear Heavens, did something die in here...?

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

"Oh, that...surprise fumigation at the Obtuse Hog down the road Val."

[Valarian H. Vol]

Ah, I see *waving the smoke away* I brought a present *sets the case down and opens it, revealing a combat rifle

[Give me a minute to post a picture, but think M4 Style]

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

"Oh my...to what do I owe this particular gift, lovely though it is?" I ask.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

-strides in singing a pirates song. A man follows her in with a gun to the back of her head and she stop- there. Now we're out of the public eye. No one know us- winks at val and Ian- no one to help-pretends to look nervous- you aren't really going to kill me.. Are you?- she waved her hand at her side like "a little help?"-

[Valarian H. Vol]

*val walks over, carrying his rifle, looking relaxed, as if to say hello*

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

Hand slipping unobtrusively into pouch at his side, the Sarge turns toward Silver and her 'escort' and asks, "How now, brown cow...."