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.

 

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*speaking with immense pride* The tattoo is a voo doo protection ward ...Ironic I skinned it off the murderous lowlife who killed someone very close to me, course human skin has to be bonded to cowhide to be sturdy enough for a holster. I'm gonna enjoy carring this around.*Grins a toothy grin*

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

With the tang of salt water, old sturgeon and other such odors clinging stubbornly to him, Sgt. MacBrooke pushes his way into the establishment calling itself The Rejected Gear. Hoping the name doesn't denote a certain behavior, I call out, "Barkeep, dandelion and burdock cordial with a lemon twist and a pinch of black pepper."

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*Eying the new comer curiously* Well hello there  good sir.

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

Neglecting to turn around, I grumble,"I work for a living bub. What do you take me for...an academy trained, wet-behind-the-ears desk jockey in dress whites?"

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wilhelm walks in just in time to hear Ian's reply and gives a sigh. "I'll have you know that just because some of us graduate from the academy does not mean that we are desk jockeys my good man. Some of us do quite important work thank you."

He can't help but grin as he finishes and pours himself a glass of Glenrothes Select Reserve 15yr old.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*a monkey hops down and pours Ian's drink, handing it to him. Brielle giggles in the background* Don't mind Simon. Felix is on a deployment and Ara is off in the middle east. He minds the bar and I am learning so I can take Ara's place......*she smiles warmly*

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

"Weren't talkin' to you, cock-robin, but since you seem to want a piece of this..." I growl. A barstool grating across the floor is all the warning you get as I...reach out a hand normally used for crushing granite in an offered handshake.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*nervously flicks her fan in front of her face, peeking over and assessing the situation* Men.....*muttering to herself*

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil grips the man's hand in a firm handshake before taking his normal seat. "Insult me if you will but the odds are good that without the skills I learned in the academy there is a better then good chance that many of the men and ships you've known would be in a worse situation then they are."

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*a little more sarcastic* Why no, you haven't the hips for such finery. But that being said...Welcome to the gear.

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

Reaching over to offer a handshake to the Captain in a way of apology, I return, " No real offense intended sirs. I've had my share of bad officers in all my years. It's a relief to know there's at least a few quick witted enough in the first watering hole I walked into. I'm Sgt. Ian MacBrooke, recently of the Queen Bran's Revenge. Drinks?"

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Trust me sir, I'm no gentlemanly Captain, I'm more of an aggressive high altitude cargo transfer specialist.*Gives a friendly smile and accepts Ians handshake*