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.

 

[Arabella Porter]

You smell like licorice. *Ara smirks as she walks in from the cold night air, cloaked in black. she lets her hood down and shakes her braid out tucking a loose strand behind her ear and giggling at the sight* You bring us any of whatever you're cracked on? *nods to the newcomer (aka Lee) and walks behind the bar, taking off her cloak and putting on her black apron. She looks at a note that Simon left her and rolls her eyes before putting on the kettle and setting up her hookah*

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*she waves away the bucket* I run on steam Corporal...You'd best not put out my flames*she said her words slurred before pulling out a bottle of the green liquid and putting it on the counter*

[Arabella Porter]

Is that supposed to be for me or do you want me to put it in a glass? *she giggles*

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

Do with it what you will. But share with Lee will you dear*giggles and slides out of the bar stool into the floor at Lee's feet* I'm sorry, I'm a mess. I'm not..not normally this bad..

[Arabella Porter]

I won't be having any Silver but thanks. *Looks to Lee* who's the new face? *she asks*

[Arabella Porter]

Are you not from here in London? *Ara asks, pouring her tea and taking a sip. She wipes down a spot on the bar*

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*slides over to lay her head on Lee's shoulder* I blew up a shiiiip*hisses steam at the floor as not to burn Lee*

[Arabella Porter]

   I hate blowing up the ship after we loot. I always feel like I forget something when we burn the bitch down. *grimaces, sipping her tea* I'm guessing it was an absinthe ship? *she nods to the bottle*

[Arabella Porter]

*eyes him suspiciously* So what kind of work you do again?

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

I didn't MEAN to blow it up... My steam ignited the gunpowder, that in turn ignited the absinthe...that went KABOOM...*sighs* it was a pretty ship..Until I blew it up.

[Arabella Porter]

*laughs* bet that fire was an interesting color!

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*Walks in the doors looking perplexed nose wrinkled * Ok, Why do I smell ...exploded...well everything?