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.

 

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

-as you spoke she slung the watch at the wall shattering it- DAMN HIM!-she took a deep breath- I'm sorry Deacon..I am a airpirate.. and i've been stuck on land for three weeks abd the dock leader just screwed up my ship again..i'm about to ask Felix just to fix it...and..some other things- glares at the shattered watch-

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil walks in the door just in time to see the watch go flying past his face. Hearing what Silver has to say he gets an irritated look.

"Pardon me for interrupting, but you don't mean the dock leader at pier 3 for airships do you?"

Wil walks over, his cane making a solid thump to show that even mentioning this man has left him quite irritated.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

What other bloke would I be referencing to? The others at least have half a brain-sighs- my aplogies Wil...my ship is my love and ..i can't stand to see her abused...yes peir three's dock leader..busted two more of the gear caps in my second boiler..

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil makes a growling sound deep in his chest. "That incompetent fool should be used for target practice for a squad of half blind infantry with dart guns. I bought a small airship and hired a crew. They work as my delivery team for those orders that require large shipments. Much cheaper then shipping through another company. That damnable fool quite nearly destroyed my ship after three days by trying to land another ship directly beside it."

He sits down at the table and grins. "How would you like to use a private dock with a damned good crew of mechanics? It costs me a small fortune to get it set up but it has allowed me to ensure that my ship is running in tip top fashion at all times. They also don't ask questions. I see no reason that my good friends here at the Gear shouldn't be able to dock without dealing with the hassle of moron dock workers or nasty things like custom agents."

He quickly jots down an address on a piece of his notebook paper and hands it to her. "The address is for my private warehouse. Because I own the facility and it is on the Thames I was able to get permission for the dock. My status with the government being what it is I've managed to get special dispensation allowing any craft landing there to not be subject to customs or government inspection."

He chuckles and winks at them while he fills his pipe. "I guess holding poker games where certain officials like to play has more advantages then I thought!"

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Chuckling after walking in towards the end of Wil's rant* And that, my friend, is why you build a lab with a retractable roof. I have no time to deal with that docking nonsense. *Walking to the bar and setting his hat down and taking off his coat before sitting on his usual stool* How are you fi....*Seeing the note Ara left and going silent for a second as he reads it* Ah...well then...

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*Brielle watches as Tim spots the note and sees his face fall. She walks up and gives Tim a hug* I know. We all will miss her.....but you know that you could never have stopped her, and she will most definitely be fine. She's an adventurer at heart and that's what we all love about her. *she smiles and pours Tim a large whiskey* It will go by sooner than you think.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Smiling as he sets down the note and turns* I know dear, thank you. She is as stubborn as I am. She'll be ok. *Taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh* Anyway, how are you fine people?

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil smiles and waves from the table before excusing himself quietly and tells Silver to think about his offer. "Some of us don't need roofs that retract Tim. Mine has never had me blown through it at any time."

He winks as he claps his friend's shoulder. "Don't worry bud. If anyone can tame the middle east it's Arabella. Though I do worry whether she'll leave anyone alive...."

He laughs and smiles again.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Chuckling and shaking his head* Yes, the retracting roof has nothing to do with the airship storage....just me continually blowing my self up *Smiling and taking a sip of the whiskey.* She'll be fine. It'll just be a waiting game. I may do some wandering about to pass the time.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil laughs and nods. "Of course. The airship being able to land is just a happy coincidence. Actually I just don't have room with all the labs and the production facility in my building. Plus my private areas. My warehouse is where large orders are stored anyway and when I get orders for them I really don't want to ship from my warehouse to the lab to load up. Not to mention I don't really want an airship crew having access to my lab even for loading up orders."

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

This is true *Smiling as he took another sip* It is nice having the ability to fly her off and hide her in the skies when i need the room. 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*she shrugs her shoulders* Still worried about Felix, but you know...life goes on. He'll return when he feels it is right....nothing can keep him here when he's on a mission. *she pours herself a glass of wine* Too many stubborn people around these parts. *she giggles, somewhere between amused and annoyed* Yet, the one time I strike out on my own, I get in trouble for leaving here without him!!