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]

*nods back and lowers his weapon* Please excuse my somewhat...sensitive trigger finger.  I used to shoot precision before I joined the USAD

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She smiles. "Did they ban that in the states? I know plenty of people here who have it in one way or another...we even have one Captain around here who is nearly an automaton now! If you ran away because of that...you are safe here." She pats his hand.

[Valarian H. Vol]

They did indeed.  Not that anyone really listens.  But if they knew what I had, they'd lock me up for ten lifetimes.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Smiling and shaking his head* Ara, sit down before I make you and put on your damn belt *taking it and hooking up 2 leads to his reactor, charging it before handing it back to her* I'm afraid I've been out of the world for a spell, Val. I didn't know they put a ban on it. I can understand why but that was some damn fine engineering if I remember correctly.

[Arabella Porter]

I need to hide these damned bodies....OZ. Who names their child Oswin?????

[Arabella Porter]

You're USAD? *Ara perks up with concern* Tell the state of Arizona that i'm still waiting for those clean bars they promised me.* She says after coming out of the back room only to drag the dead woman as well.

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Walking in with a sweet smile) Good evening, all.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle's head perks up at the cultured accent that was so reminiscent of her childhood home. She turns her head and spots someone who was undeniably a lady. She automatically sweeps into a curtsy and smiles. "How do you do?"

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Smiles sweetly as she returns the greeting) Very well, thank you. And yourself?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

"Quite well...do forgive me, it has been such a very long time since I have been in the presence of other ladies....where do you hale from, if I may ask?" She smiles, trying and failing to contain her excitement.

[Lady Abigail Preston]

London, actually. Preston Manor. And you? I detect that you are not from around here?

[Valarian H. Vol]

*looks at Oswin* It was indeed!  Damn fine.  Then some guy goes and gets his leg blown off by a malfunction.  Few more of those, and the states are tired of paying.

*looks at the newer newcomer and salutes* hello ma'am