The Rejected Gear
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.
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Permalink Reply by Alexander Baker on
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"Which one? I one that is more recent where I almost lost my arm to the engine of the ship," Shooting one of the bottles. "Or there was the one where I had to kill our first lieutenant, for treason," shooting one of the other bottles while starting to drink another. "Or the time I had jump from ship to ship, as they exploded," shooting another bottle, downing more of the bottle. "But I think the most fun recent one was mid jump, one of my leg's pressure tanks exploded," finishing off the bottle and tossing it above his head, another resounding gunshot shattering it.
Falling back into a chair, "It was pretty fun though, tossing Ara a bag of gems. Just a sample of what we found."
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Permalink Reply by Arabella Porter on
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wow, Little Red Riding hood would do for now *her eyes going a bit wide and then looking over the gems* My captain would bloody well orgasm if she saw these. *She looked at the shattered glass all over the floor* Are you redecorating, mate?
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Permalink Reply by Lady Brielle Serra on
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She quietly listens in horror, but not surprise. Muttering to herself, "I need to get on his level tonight..." She grabs a bottle of absinthe, opens it and plops in several sugar cubes before taking a gulp, wincing delicately. She takes a few more sips over the next 15 minutes, taking in the various activities of the bar and its patrons. As she starts to feel it, she walks up to Felix and gives him a long smooch.
"The mission is over. Lets celebrate, no?"
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Permalink Reply by Marshal Sir Jon Marshall on
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"I lost my arm in a bit of a row with the Punjabs back in 56'." shows off his cybernetic arm. "This one is pretty efficient though and it comes with a smashing number of tricky bits to savage one's enemies" smiles wryly.
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"There are a lot more where these came from Ara,"
"And Jon, good cybernetics are handy, mine have served me well. Heck I'd be dead without them," knocking on his knees.
"TEACHER!"
Felix hopped up out of the chair scanning the bar for Ellie. Like a monkey she was on his back hugging him, "Glad to see the bitch didn't kill you after all? What about Jack and Sarah?"
"They're fine Ellie, better off than me to say the least," chuckling.
Ellie waves to Ara, Brie, and Jon. She grabs felix's guns and runs off with them.
"You little bugger," Felix yelled at her jokingly, attempting to get up but falling back into the chair again.
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She nods and smiles at Ellie, mouthing "Good idea!" She sighs and sits down beside him, drinking more absinthe all the while and becoming increasingly giggly herself.
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"She's a sassy little one running off with your armaments like that. We should take her to Sir Francis Dashwood's parlor give her a good reprimand. Come to think of it, she's more the late Dr. Franklin's type, or so I hear, before my time you know. It's not all science and philosophy among Britain's elite"
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"It's your funeral if you want to try to take them back," Chuckling. "She'd turn your arm into a matching set," Laughing to himself. "She means well, and has a good heart she is just strong willed and takes after me."
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Fancy *ara chuckles* watching Ellie run off and knocking back a shot of absinthe and slowly sucking in the sweet shisha smoke before letting it slither slowly from her mouth and nose* Who are these doctors anyways?
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Ha, ha! Oh, of course. I would never think of it Felix. She appears to be as sly as a mongoose and as tough as warthog" She reminds me Nepalese Sherpa smuggler I used to do business with. Ara, I'm sure I can arrange an introduction for you with the Duke of Burton. He's a good chap, rich as King Solomon, and if you robbed him blind I'd laugh my bollocks off! Ha, ha, ha." Grabs the bottle of absinthe and takes a prodigious pull.
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She curls her legs up under her, watching events unfold with decreasing attachment to reality. She tosses a few more sugar cubes in and sips a few more sips before slowly becoming uncomfortable, feeling as though her corset was suddenly too tight.
"Guys....Ara...Felix..someone? Help..." She tugs at the laces in the back of her corset. "Its like I can't breathe....feels like...." She trails off, trying to loosen the laces.
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Bri? *pulls out knife to cut the laces with* Do you need me to cut it off?
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