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.

 

[Alexander Baker]

*pulls an eleastic band with throwing knives out of his other boot.* The gear doesnt pay for itself.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

You said you aren't a pirate!!! *Looks confused and a bit angry*

[Alexander Baker]

I'm not a pirate. I sell to pirates but I am no pirate.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Just great!!! *whispers to herself* How do you keep getting in these situations??? *downs her glass of wine*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*Gets up and starts pacing back and forth*

[Alexander Baker]

Why are you freaking out? Munition dealingg is a safe job. *Pours a glass of whiskey*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Safe?*laughs* So safe that you need weapons in every article of clothing and a mask to conceal your identity so you don't get arrested?????

[Alexander Baker]

Yes I do. Outside of the walls of nobility and in the underbelly of london, a good gun and a good knife will get you far.*Sips his whiskey* And the mask is for flair. *sips his whiskey*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*Gasps at his affront* *Pulls out the small knife she bought today and pokes him in the chest, tearing his shirt but just short of drawing blood* That it will, Captain. Looks like I'm learning already. *Glares at him*

[Alexander Baker]

*grabs your wrist* Careful with that. You try playing with millions of pounds. And how much did you pay for a cheap knife like that?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*glares and tries to snatch her wrist away to no avail* Let me go! This knife is pointy enough....*tugs wrist again* millions of pounds????? *yanks wrist* Really you can let me go I don't actually want to stab you....

[Alexander Baker]

Careful about trying to stab your boss.*lets go* yes. Massive amounts of money.