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.

 

[Arabella Porter]

  *Walks in to see a bounty hunter and shoots him in the head before she looks into the back room where the but of a cigarette falls to the floor. She squints before seeing who it is and runs out of the bar to be gone for two days. she leaves a note tacked to the door*

   Alex, i'll be back in a bit, Anna I miss you, Wil happy....experimenting, Tim, I'M FINE.

 

Her laughter rings out through the streets as she fades out into the foggy London air.

[Arabella Porter]

*pops up behind the bar and wipes it down before hearing a beep from the talk box* Yes, *she says into it* We're looting a tobacco ship tomorrow. *Ara giggles* alright, captain. I'll reel her in for you. *she presses the red button again before a bounty hunter walks in* Not in the mood. *she giggles again before shooting him in the head. she stands and goes through his pockets, taking out three pounds and a nice pocket watch. *she smiles* I'll be selling you. *she takes out a few knives and puts them in her bag as well as a ray gun* no way. *she takes it outside and aims it at a plank in the street. After shooting it three times, there are three holes in the plank* hell yea! *she walks back in and puts it in her bag*

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*bursts through the door and slams it behind him* Ara!! if anyone asks, i was here the last few hours! *dives under a table*

[Dr. Lazarus von Hawthorn]

he walks through the door adjusting the harness around his weist that runs down the tops of his thighs covered in various tools and items, and a pair of suspenders disappearing under his long black great coat. he slings the leather back pack off and glances about. "a bit smaller then i expected."

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*comes out from under the table, towering over the Dr* who might you be?

[Arabella Porter]

*she looks to Octavius* What did you do now? *she scolds and then looks to the newcomer* Do I know you from somewhere?

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*blushes* I didnt kill a guy because he wouldnt give me free food and get chased by the police.....

[Arabella Porter]

*she raises an eyebrow* You have a hellhound inside you, you've lived through heaven and hell, and you're excited and terrified because you're being chased by the police. *she crosses her arms* What'll you have?

[Dr. Lazarus von Hawthorn]

he looked up at octavius and smiled up at him. "i am doctor Lazarus von Hawthorn. monstermologist, and clock works expert." there is the whisper of steal against steal and octavius feels something pressed against the inside of his thigh. without moving anything but his head he turns to bella. "i don't believe so dear. i wouldn't forget such a beauty as yours so simply." he stepped away from oct the blade on his wrist retracting back into his coat as he takes bella's hand and gently kissing her knuckle

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*smirks* A hidden blade? thats cute....*raises a hand and causes it to ignite in bright blue and green flames*

[Arabella Porter]

   *she rolls her eyes* You flatter me, sir. *she says with pretend innocence* what can I get you? *she says walking behind the bar giving Octavius a look that says "behave" very strictly*

[Dr. Lazarus von Hawthorn]

he glances at the fire. "i've seen better magic from a drunk goblin without a tounge or hands. funny part is he lost all three to the same boar."