The Rejected Gear

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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Permalink Reply by Arabella Porter on June 19, 2013 at 10:52pm

*shakes her head and wipes down the rest of the bar*

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Permalink Reply by Alexander Baker on June 19, 2013 at 11:15pm

Jack starts misxing some drinks. "We need Felix back, simple as that."

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Permalink Reply by Arabella Porter on June 19, 2013 at 11:25pm

*She sighs and sits down* I meant that I would make a drink for you but ok. *she rests her head in her folded arms and kicks back and forth on the bar stool*

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Permalink Reply by Alexander Baker on June 19, 2013 at 11:51pm

"What I'm about to mix could knock out a horse." he said as he mixed some strong liqours. as a loud crash comes from across the room. "Damnit Ellie."

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Permalink Reply by Arabella Porter on June 19, 2013 at 11:54pm

*stands up and leans against the bar* you ok, kid? *not looking behind her to see if Ellie's ok*

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Permalink Reply by Alexander Baker on June 20, 2013 at 12:06am

The metal sphere rolled across the floor, as Ellie stood there and blushed. "Mind grabbing that for me ara?" Jack said as he took a giant swig. "Thats an imprtant piece of equipment."

Permalink Reply by Arabella Porter on June 20, 2013 at 12:15am

*Ara walked toward the rolling sphere and picked it up. She carefully brings it over to Jack* Where should I put it?

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Permalink Reply by Arabella Porter on June 20, 2013 at 12:27am

*she suddenly hears a beep from her bag* I'll be back tomorrow with liquor. We're looting some of the wine merchants tonight. Bye all! *picks up her bag and heads out*

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Permalink Reply by Alexander Baker on June 20, 2013 at 12:45am

"Stay safe Ara." JAck said as she ran out the door. "You little missie." he said looking at Ellie, "You need to listen. This was one of Felix's most useful tools." he said as he put his hand on the sphere.

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Permalink Reply by Rory Uminn on June 20, 2013 at 6:46pm

~Rory stretched a bit walking through the quiet town. His duster fluttering a touch behind him as he moved toward the small building he had been directed too. "The Rejected Gear" on the outside seemed a bit off but still he needed to try and find something to eat, and hell a good drink wouldn't be bad. He dipped his fedora just a bit lower keeping the night wind out of his eyes trudging closer. He pushed against the door testing to make sure they were open. It wasn't that late but one never knew exactly what he would find in the place. With the door jumping forward he stumbled in blushing tripping slightly over the entry way. His blonde hair fell across his ice blue eyes as he tried to hide the blush before trying to find the bar.~

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Permalink Reply by Captain Lachlan Bellraven on June 20, 2013 at 7:51pm

*To himself* I really need to get back to the Morning Glory, no telling what kinda mods that crazy Mechanic of mine has tried to add to my ship while she is in dock.