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.

 

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

I know right?*winks back and sits next to Brie*

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Well ladies, since it  now appears I have all the time I need what say we spend a pleasant evening trading stories. I have this great one about an insane scientist  who almost got me killed in an unholy forgotten city in the middle of a jungle.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

A gentleman in a finely made suit walks in and smiles to himself as he looks around. The cane in his left hand clearly helping him walk with its burnished red wood capped with a silver ball. He makes his way over to a table in the corner and lowers himself into a seat with a smile. Pulling out a small notebook he makes a few notations in it and sits to watch the people already there.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

...So then we had to fight an amassed army of mutated creatures that wanted nothing more than to rip us apart as an offering to their foul master. The stench was horrible and the sounds, screams of agony wails of bestial delight as they savaged away at my crew with tooth and claw. To say it would drive a sane man mad is quite an understatement.*Takes a drink and pauses for effect* Then, the crazy old man joined in and it got even worse.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

The gentleman listens to the story and can't help but grin. The man was a good storyteller of that there was little doubt. But the idea of making creatures so bestial yet controlled was still intriguing to him. Pulling out his notebook he scratches a few more lines into it.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

..Now this was the worst of it all , the mad man who paid us to unknowingly be sacrifices to some unremembered horror of the before time was also a thief who stole the gold he paid me with from a certain other unnatural madman in Russia who had been skimming it of the royal treasury for years. I can tell you, after losing crewmen,sanity and damage to the ship I barely made enough to cover six months in Singapore to recover properly.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

He chuckles quietly and nods. His voice deep but not overly so. "Singapore is wonderful place to recover. It's done me good several times."

He looks around then walks over to the bar, punches a code into a small safe under the bar and pulls out a bottle of Balvenie 21yr old portwood and pours himself a small glass before replacing it.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*Ears perking up and glancing over to the gentleman who has been listening in* Too true good Sir, Singapore is quite a "hospitable" environment.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

"I have found its hospitality to be quite enjoyable. Though it's been several years since I have returned." He smiles as he pulls a long stemmed churchwarden from an inner pocket of his vest, taps some tobacco into the bowl and lights it with a few quick puffs off a match.

 

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*A roar of unusual steam props approaches from the distance. When on top of the bar, steam exhaust bellows in through the door of the pub. Through the mist appears a cherry glow followed by Tim in his full bounty hunting garb, black boots, canvas pants, mk2 rig, doble breasted pinstripe vest, grey houndstooth top coat, shoulder holsters, leather gloves and top hat and the transporter and remote for the Archimedes, looking up after hitting a few buttons on the right remote as the roar fades way, he sees Wil and stops in his tracks with a big grin on his face* Well, I'll be damned... I know I'm not drunk.. well, I'm pretty sure I'm not drunk...

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wilhelm grins broadly and raises his glass of scotch towards Tim. "I see you're still using the mk2 rig huh? Guess it worked out well since it was still exploding fairly often last time I seen it."

Wil comes around the bar and grabs Tim's hand in a hearty shake. "Good to see you again Tim."

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Laugh and shaking his hand* It's good to see you too, mate. *Chuckling* Yes, most of the kinfs have been worked out of the AER. She's been purring quite nicely. I almost blew up London a few months ago but you've got to keep things exciting, right? *Winking with a smirk and pulling up a chair* How have you been?