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.

 

[Valarian H. Vol]

I did.  It's remarkably clean.  Like, pressed and delivered clean...

[Arabella Porter]

Ara nods slowly with an impressed expression on her face.

[Arabella Porter]

Rich? How? *she asks val and looks back to Wil, shalom her head and smiling* you amaze me.

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(walking in with a bounce in her step and bright smile ... dark hair tied back in a loose ponytail.)  Hello, all. 

[Arabella Porter]

"Abigail!" Ara perks up, "how are you?"

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil looks at her as she walks in and his eyes go wide. He knew she would likely find him quite disgusting in his present state and the last thing he wished was to disgust her.

He sinks down into his chair and holds himself quite still as he tries to get his clothing in order. His voice soft as he mutters a quiet curse. "Damn you two and your insufferable need to push me to the next level!"

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(looking around with eyes slightly wide, confused)  Did I .... intrude on something?  (seeing Wil and smiling a bit)  Should I come back at a later time?

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil sighs softly and leans out, his vest and shirt buttoned but his appearance little better. His happy attitude seeming to have slid away into a slight depression. "You need not leave good lady. I was just hiding myself away. I fear I have been quite the fool these past two days and stumbled into the bar looking more a mess than a man should be in public."

He manages to stand slowly, and a bit wobbly, "I fear that my presence may be quite disturbing or upsetting for you and I would never wish such a thing. I shall depart so that you may enjoy your time without looking at a foolish old man who indulges in absurd excesses."

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(charming giggle)  Oh, Posh, Wil.  Are we not all subject to excessive indulgences every once in a while?  Please, stay.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil gives a small smile and nods. Though he takes off his coat and hat and places them over his chair. Making his way to the bar slowly he looks to Ara with a pleading look. "Any chance that you would have some form of fruit juice back there that I could acquire. I think it would help quite a lot in my present state."

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(whispering into Wil's ear.)  I hear tomato juice is just the ticket. 

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil can't suppress the soft shiver as she whispers in her ear but still smiles and nods. "Tomato juice Ara. You don't have any on hand would you?"