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.

 

[Alexander Baker]

a good reference goes a long ways, glad they could help.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

Not a bad time to clean everything up then. *Tipping his hat* Hey there, Lach.

[Alexander Baker]

just its a pain how we built it

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Hey Tim, hows the day treatin ya?...Oh Felix, just exactly how through are the port patrols? no real reason just curious?

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

That I understand completely. *turning to Lach* Day is going well. Same ole really *puffing on the cigar* Tweaking some of the wireless system on Archy.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

I'm thinking about throwing a party here in the gear, what should be the theme ...dark age debauchery or, royal raunch? I suspect either would throw Simon no end of annoyance.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*Coming to in a stupor*...looking around the room "Wow" , observing a seemingly endless sea of bodies and undergarmets strewn about the place.."Lotta broken fake crowns...musta been royal raunch..." *Looking over and spotting Simon asleep with a tilted crown on his head " Aw, poor blighter must be beat" *Looking around I quickly grab a pair of womens underpants and place them over him like a blanket* "Sleep well your highness" *Stumbling into the kitchen* "Ok, lets make breakfast"

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

After a rousing 8 egg omelette with shrimp, bacon, hot sausage, ham, onions, shredded chicken , and beef I head upstairs to my room to try and remember just exactly who I am....normal after the party morning.

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*drops from the rafters, topless as usual. His hulking frame causing the floorboards to creak as he lands.*

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Awoke from sleep by a loud noise from below, I semi cautiously proceed down stairs shouting as I go" Simon! Oi! , what did you do down there?"

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*startled by the shout, spins and flings a fireball up the stairs, then dives over the bar igniting both hands*

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Screaming at the flames suddenly surrounding me I throw myself the remainder of the way down the stairs ...getting up patting out small patches of flame on my shirt and hair I stare dumbfounded into the barroom" What the HELL was that? and more importantly why me?!"