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]

She moved like lighting and was suddenly standing not six inches from him,"Im here because my dear you still by covenant law owe me something." Her normally ice green eyes flared bright amber.Lachlan considered running but knew she was probably the only one who actually could catch him if he did.Molly placed her hand on his chest feeling his heartbeat "At least a part of you is happy to see me, your heart is racing " She looked into his eyes teasingly  "Dont flatter yourself darlin, its panic and nothin else." "Panic , have I ever harmed you ? hurt you? many males would literally jump at me " "They dont know you like I do,* he took hold of her hands hoping to calm the situation* besides if there are so many why track me down? The trail I left for you should have had you in Brazil at least another four months."  "Womans intuition, my dear, I knew you would come back here , ..well that and that whole demonic temple in the jungle ordeal* He wined as Molly brought that piece of history back up* You know she said ,* as she took her hands free of his* this is an intresting place you have here maybe I should stay for awhile" *She quickly reached around his waist and pulled him close" We could get acquainted all over again" *Once more her flaring eyes an blatant body language left no misunderstanding in Lachlan ."Why?" he pleaded,"*trying in vain to create space between them* surely if there are as you ,say males in line why follow me here 4000 plus bloody miles away?"  "You already know the answer she said now with a tone of seriousness he hated in her voice ...she was determined he would give her that, but ...this was going to be a long , long day." Lets be civil he said and escorted her to the bar his arm round her waist in what he hoped she would see as a gesture of compliance with her wishes.  "OI ! monkey! your best Irish whiskey ..*Lachlan silently whispered under his breath "and just leave it here Im gonna need it"

[Arabella Porter]

Ara stumbles in from the back and sees Simon leaving a bottle of whiskey on the bar in front of Lachlan and some seriously attracted piece of cake he had his arm around.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Lachlan jumping on the chance to change the mood pipes up"Hey ! Ara "*waving her over*  This is my...cousin Molly, she's visiting from Ireland, aren't ya sweetie?" She eyes him like he's mad and says "Of course it is and as soon as I get the promised bit of "inheritance " I was told would be mine.She smiles at Lachlan and blinks rapidly "Balls are in your court now darlin her accent thickining as she imitated his words from earlier.

[Arabella Porter]

Ara raised her eyebrow with a slightly gaped mouth that only closed in conclusions to a confused, "uh huh." Ara walked behind the bar and poured herself a glass of spiced rum.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Lahlan now truely feeling like he is in hell squirms slightly as he and Molly share a drink "Seriously Mollly ya never were one for tradition ? "  "Aye, true enough," she said a flirtatious tone in her voice but this is a tradition I feel the *she made a pretensive gesture of clearing her throat * ahem , need to endure. "You are completely vulgar my dear , "he told her "Since when does a princess act so?"  He knew this would get her as she was finishing her drink she almost choked "Ya bloody ..."she trailed off "Never call me that "

"And yet ya expect me to agree to an ancient rite of passage we neither seem to agree with?"  She spoke like any business man or worse lawyer Lachlan had ever heard . She eyed him eyes burning once more, "I wanna be queen, there I said it "Molly was steel cold "and YOU are in my way"

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle stumbles out from the back hallway, rubbing her temples. 

"Ara...that was a terrifying experience. Never again." She self consciously tugs her collar up as she notices Lachlan and a new woman. She smiles and curtsies. "Lachlan, Miss, how do you do?"

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Lachlan perks up seeing Brie "Brie, this is my...cousin Molly, she is here for a SHORT visit and wont be here too long.

[Arabella Porter]

Lachlan" Ara says blankly, there's a pause as she takes a gulp of rum, "you're weird." Her voice stripped of any sort of emotion or enthusiasm.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She smiles, sensing something strange in the air. "Oh, well, visiting is lovely...why is she only staying here for a bit? I didn't know you had any irish cousins..."

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Laclan eyes Ara hoping the look he shoots her screams "Help me !" the way he wants it to. "I never claimed to be sane Ara, just me"  He quikly takes another shot and over the rim of the glass looka again to Ara with a paniced look of terror.

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

staggering from the cold, covered in suet from the locomotive tiredly.* I need a drink please. a nice strong one, witha kick

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Simon jumps down and prepares Dusten a drink. Meanwhile, Brielle senses Lachlan's distress. "Molly, have you been around town? Do you like shopping? I know a lovely tea house we could go to..." She smiles brightly and giggles. "It is so very lovely to get out and about.."