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.
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*Dominique shrugs and sips her whiskey. Ara sighs and sets the rag she was holding on the counter before going onto the patio* You want to talk about it? *she asks after knocking on the door frame*
Just don't forget the knife
*looks to dominique then to the door then jumps into the thames*
*Ara smiles and looks back to Dominique* Tu est une pute. *Dominique looks confuse. Ara forgets the term for knife in French* Il te donne un cadeau et tu est impoli. C'est affreaux! *Dominique shrugs* Il sait je blague. *she chuckles* il pense que je suis serieux? *ara rolls eyes and gives an exaggerated nod. Dominique looks down in shame* Desole. *Ara raises an eyebrow* ne donne pas les parole avec moi. Donne les paroles avec Alex. *Dominique nods* oui, mademoiselle.
*Jumping up from his head on the table* What the deuce??? Wha?? Oh.. Well then. *Red lines on the side of his face* I must be more tired than I thought.
*looks back* you must be. *sits down next to him* Losing sleep again?
*Smiling* I'll be fine
*The door kicks open and a large man in a leather duster and wide brimmed hat walks in and takes a seat at the bar*
*Wiping his eyes and looking at Alex, remembering the last time a similar looking fellow walked in*
*smirks but fades when the large man walks in. she stands and moves to the bar where Dominique is before wiping it down* Can I get you something?
*a smell fire and brimstone fills the air* I'm looking for someone
*Dominique looks to Ara* La couteau? *Ara shales her head before looking back at the man and turning on her belt* That was very specific. You must be great at charades *she mocks him* Mind narrowing it down further?
le renard.*the air starts to chill a bit as a orange glow comes from under the brim of the hat*
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