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]

*Lachlan approaches in a conspiratorial fashion* Forgive me for simply butting in as it were * reaches over the bar and snags his favorite bottle* but I couldn't help but over hear you might be in need a a ship for some fun filled adventure holiday in a possibly exotic and "interesting"  airspace ? * Lach takes a swig out of the bottle looking at Sir John*  I mean , well this being a free port and all ya don't want to run in with the wrong sort ya know* he gazes shiftily about the room* I even hear tales of ....pirates about.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle smiles towards the men. "While merrymaking might be a bit for me to manage tonight...a drink would be nice. And Ara would never want us to pass up a good party....." She pours herself a glass of champagne and spikes it with peach liquor, taking a rather hearty gulp.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*Lach reaches over and throws an arm around Bries waist* Dear Brie , might I have this dance....?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She smiles a bit sadly. "Why the hell not? Ara wouldn't have wanted me to sit here, moping about....she would have wanted a brilliant party to send her out!"She takes Lachlan's hand and mutters, "I just wish that murderous fool would tell me where she might have ended up..."

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Lach grabs up Brie and begins a dignified waltz appropriate for any ball room of Europe....Bet ya thought I didnt have it in me?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She perks up a tad and smiles. "Everyone around here has numerous tricks up their sleeves, it seems!" She quietly giggles as he twirls her.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

My Dear, you have no Idea....*Lach smiles a truely wolfy grin

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She blushes a bit, forgetting for a moment all of her problems-namely, Arabella Porter's possible death.

"Thank God for you guys. I would surely go crazy without all of you to keep me distracted...." She smiles at her friends all around her.

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

Walks into the zee bar, twirling skull cane, and placing top hat on the hat rack*  Hey ya'll. I just got off the Triple 6 express. How're ya'll doing

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Her expression sobering up, she turns to Dusten.

"Not all that good, honestly...there was a mutiny on Ara's ship, and when it crashed....she was drugged and locked into her room..." she tears up a bit, quickly dabbing at her eyes to hide the tears.

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

well damn. I wish there was something I could do. *giggles a bit* 

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Lach, waves to Dusten as he walks in , still twirling Brie about * My Dear Brie , might you consider taking a seat with me I have a proposition to put to you ?