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.
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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.
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Permalink Reply by Lady Brielle Serra on
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Well, I am not used to having more than a glass of wine. Its not your fault, you didn't know! *grins*
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Permalink Reply by Alexander Baker on
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Still it was strong stuff. Last time I had absinthe I felt that hangover for days*grimaces a little*
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Well, I was fortunate that my parents sent me to university. I studied nursing and steam-biology instead of domestic arts and then ran away! No one has found me yet. All of you people are so much nicer to be associated with! *smiles and giggles, has had a wee bit too much rum*
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Permalink Reply by Casey July on
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Well dear * she stands and pushes her chair under and unlevel table* If you have any inclination to make a life out of running, then you need to learn how to hold your rum down.
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I am working on it *giggles* practice makes perfect, right?
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*She pulls her boots back on and slings her bag over her shoulder * I have to get back to my ship. I have a pretty boy and a nice bunk waiting for me back on the ship. *she winks* Goodnight all. I will be back tomorrow.
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It was nice to see you Miss July, dont be so rough on him though*Winks and chuckles*
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O, I am a good mistress. I assure you. *she steps out the door and turns back and waves before it closes*
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*gets annoyed with the lack of forthcoming alcohol* I am going on a walk!
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*While on her late night walk, a large man is stalking behind her*"Well well, Lady Brielle. I didn't expect to find you so easily!"*She whirls around, a look of horrified shock on her face*Gaston! How in the world did you find me??*He smirks* People talk. You are rather distinctive- a highborn lady on the run trying to be a traveling ship medic? I have been searching all of the airport towns for your home base...what luck it is that I ran into you while you are alone!*She stiffens in alarm* I'm never going back!*He Smirks* Like you have a choice!*He goes to grab her as she runs away, tearing her dress, then grabs her by the shoulders so she is facing him**She knees him in the groin and he throws her to the ground and crumples up* You little bitch!*. *Brielle, thinking quickly, digs through her medic bag looking for a syringe, the largest needle she can find**Gaston grabs her again and she sinks the needle into him, he backhands her as she plunges the depressor down. He throws her over his shoulder and makes it five steps before going unconscious**She clambers off his body, before looking to see exactly what she had injected him with*
…Damn it!
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*Walks into the bar, disheveled, hair everywhere, clothes torn, face bruised* Can I get some ice? *touches her cheek and winces*
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*Runs over* What the Hell happened!*Simon starts chipping Ice into a pouch*
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