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.

 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She frowns. "It has many complications. Of all the issues with a man I thought I would have, this was certainly never one anyone prepared me for!"

[Graf Falke von Falkenhorst]

"Perhaps we crossed paths then. I was assigned as an observer on the staff of your General Grant at that time. A most instructive assignment indeed." The Graf has indeed observed the man's apparent youthfulness and finds it curious, but having seen so many strange things in his travels, he takes it in his stride.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil laughs with a smile and nods to Brielle. "Few things can prepare you for the love of a man such as Felix my dear. Regardless of his age."

Wil thinks for a moment before nodding. "Ah yes! General Grant. I understand he was a great commander. I seen so very few of them in truth. I was a research scientist with Special Tactical Research. Though it has been many years since those days and I understand that they have taken a new name for the division now."

[Graf Falke von Falkenhorst]

"I was honoured to attend President Grant's funeral back in '85. I also did a stint observing your operations in Cuba in '98. I'm getting to old for such adventures now. I suspect your division is well known to our people at the Zerneck Institute. I won't bother you with the full name. German can be so cumbersome to non-speakers. We have cooperated for some time with the United States  on a few endeavors of mutual interest."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She finishes her glass of wine and motions for another one while intently listening to the two men talk of old military stories.

[Graf Falke von Falkenhorst]

"I apologize. I do tend to rattle on and bore people with this nonsense. We have not been properly introduced."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She smiles and dips her head and smiles. "Lady Brielle, pleased to meet you." She smirks a bit. "Although I'm not sure if the title still stands...probably better for me if it doesn't. That would mean my parents finally gave up."

[Graf Falke von Falkenhorst]

"I shall call you M'Lady then, if my understanding of British etiquette is correct."

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

"I fear I was long gone before Grant's funeral. I retired in '81 and by the time Grant passed I was already searching the Himalayas for new ingredients for my formulas. I've been in London actually since about '90 in truth." Wil raises his glass in a salute and takes a sip.

"By the way, I am Wilhelm Heizeltroff, retired Colonel of the Grand American Republic, founder and owner of Heizeltroff Alchemical Labarotory."

[Graf Falke von Falkenhorst]

"I am pleased to make your acquaintance, Herr Oberst," he replies while raising his port to return the salute. "We are, as they say, Brethren of the Sword."

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

"Oberst? That is not a word I'm familiar with sir." Wil laughs a bit as he leans back in his comfortable chair and sips his scotch.

[Graf Falke von Falkenhorst]

"I apologize. A lifetime of habit, Oberst is German for colonel."