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 Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff on January 17, 2014 at 5:07pm

Wil smiles a bit, seeming to look old once again. "Oh. I'm doing ok today I think. Just having another day where I seem to be feeling my age more than normal."

He looks into the fire and reaches over and tosses a fair sized chunk of wood into the fire.

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Permalink Reply by Arabella Porter on January 17, 2014 at 5:04pm

*the tick of a clock and a gust of wind so strong that when it sweeps through the foggy London streets, the door bursts open to reveal....nothing. not a sound not a hint of presence and certainly not the breath of the dying wind that catches into the bar and fades away.* Bells? *there was a whisper. No, it was just the squeak of the rafters as Simon runs along them* Bells *Again, there's no one else there. It was just the creaking of the door as it slams shut*

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Permalink Reply by Lady Brielle Serra on January 17, 2014 at 5:05pm

Brielle jumps. "Did you hear that, Wil??"

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Permalink Reply by Arabella Porter on January 17, 2014 at 5:10pm

*there's a louder whisper* Dammit, Bells! *and a bottle of whiskey smashes to the floor off the shelf.*

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Permalink Reply by Lady Brielle Serra on January 17, 2014 at 5:12pm

Brielle's eyes go wide. "Um...excuse me...I don't know who you are...or where you are..." She looks around the room, met with nothing. "But.....Ar...Bells....isn't here right now...." she stands up, searching around the room with concern.

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Permalink Reply by Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff on January 17, 2014 at 5:12pm

Well I heard that!" Wil looks around concerned. Reaching into his vest he pulls a pistol and sets it on the table.

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Permalink Reply by Arabella Porter on January 17, 2014 at 5:21pm

*there's an echo, it's a grunt of effort before a transparent figure sort of appears behind the bar, staring at Brielle and Wil. You can make out the body and his head, male, with shaggy short brown hair and mischievous green eyes. He has sort of a boxy chin. but it's hard to tell.*

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Permalink Reply by Lady Brielle Serra on January 17, 2014 at 5:23pm

Brielle goes very white. She steps closer to Wil and whispers, "Don't look now. But I think we are seeing a ghost..." She looks up and accidentally makes eye contact with the boy.