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.

 

[Rick hunter]

"I see," Steel shrugged, "I've been thinking of ways to display more... emotion, and I've been thinking about using hand signals."

[Valarian H. Vol]

I see.  I'm not entirely sure how one would go about that, but I'm sure you've already thought of something...

[Arabella Porter]

http://www.welcometosteampunk.com/profiles/blogs/dorian-grey-sexual...

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

Walks in the door with in a stuper.** ICH CLANG HABEIN EIN DRINK!

[Valarian H. Vol]

*looks up* all I caught was "drink" *laughs*

[Rick hunter]

"It is all work in progress," Steel said as he shrugged, "but I'll figure something out."

[Valarian H. Vol]

true *Val thought for a second* there's always thumbs-up and -down.  Perhaps a course in sign language?

[Rick hunter]

"Not everyone knows it, and that includes me," Steel replied, "maybe I should try to be expressive with my hand movements."

[Valarian H. Vol]

Perhaps *thins* or, you could merely tell people how you are feeling.  Such as "I'm feeling happy today" or "That lowered my mood slightly*

[Rick hunter]

"All very good ideas," Steel replied as he shrugged.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*Shifting in his chair by the fire as a terrifying scent he had almost forgotten crossed his nostrils, even among all the random scents of the Gear and the outside world, he would never mistake this one. " It's not possible" Lachlan  thinks to himself, a look few ever see on his face appears..genuine worry "She agreed never to cross the pond"  He looks over to the main doors and braces himself knowing by her scent she is close to the door. He swallows deeply and steadies himself for anything just as the door opens and a beautiful alabaster skinned redhead, tall and athletically built in a stunning layered monstrosity of black and scarlet  Victorian high fashion strolls in and collapsing her lace parasol looks directly at Lachlan *attempting to be stonework on the fireplace at this time * " Hello , little brother" Lachlan manages to get some composure back. "I am most certainly NOT your brother "  She calmly replies "Semantics dear,we are all one big family one way or another." Realizing she didnt come to fight, and grateful for it he spoke up "Molly Red, why are you here?

[Valarian H. Vol]

*seeing the worry on Lac's face, Val, sitting in a darker corner, quietly draws a pistol*