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.

 

[J. Deacon Monroe]

*A surprised smile appears on his face, and for a second his arms hang in mid-air. He carefully positions his cigar as to not ignite his new friend and graciously returns the hug*

Well, it is certainly good to see you again Silver!

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

You offhandedly commented that black aether cleans steam build up. well~ I gave it a shot and i haven't moved this fast in monthes!-grins her eyes a brighter green than normal-

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*looks from Deacon to Silver and giggles* Silver, it is nice to see you in such fine form! Black aether hmmm? I'll have to remember that for any future automaton or cyborg patients....*she smiles* How are you?

[J. Deacon Monroe]

*He steps back and holds the good Captain by the shoulders*

Let me take a look at you. My dear Silver, how marvelous to see you functioning so smoothly. I had forgotten our conversation on black aether, but am simply tickled to see it has worked so well for you. 

[Madame Erzebet Sedwick]

This is all quite lovely I'm sure, but who owns this establishment?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*she looks over to Erz and blushes a tiny bit* Felix does. I'm sure you will meet him sometime soon if you stay around, but currently he is deployed on some very nasty business....

[Arabella Porter]

*she steps in looking around and sighing before leaving a note on the bar and pouring herself a glass of water. She sips it, staring at the note with an adventurous gleam in her eye*.

Dear Tim, Felix, Wil, and Brielle.
I'm leaving now for eight months with the widow to venture into the Middle East. We want to see what we can loot out of the silk trades and jewel merchants. Tim, we had talked about this trip but I'm sorry that I didn't get too muh of a chance to say goodbye. You'll be the first to know when I get back though and I'll be writing constant letters. Wil, stick around awhile longer this time. We missed you and were pretty damn worried when you didn't return. Brielle, I'll be bringing you back something shiny. Avoid Scotland Yard while I'm away and if you do get into a scrape, I have one hint, " anything that can't fit through the bars" everyone around here has their ;) first time in jail.
Felix, Brielle could make a good barmaid. I recommend teaching her the ropes and getting her to it. :) you know what I mean. In the mean time, I'll be kicking it back with mt. Masada and the stations of the cross where they'll probably burn me at the stake cause they won't know what to do with me. So, I'll write, I'll call (but you won't hear me,) and I'll be right back.

See you in the sky,
Arabella, ara , bells, whatever you people call me.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

*Strolling into the Gear after a slight altercation earlier in the day* Hmm, what have we here.*Seeing the note on the bar* I really shouldn't .....but then again, secrets are terrible to bear and really should be shared to relieve the strain. But, then then again it might be a simple shopping list ...how dull, but,*Pacing back and forth talking to himself* then then then again it could be something all manner of fascinating. Very well, the fate of the world may well hang in the balance ...I shall indeed read it *reads the note quietly to himself* well, not Earth shaking but perhaps worth remembering. *replaces the note back on the bar fetches himself a drink and a cigar from the bar and retires to the overstuffed chair by the fireplace for a quick nap*

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil walks in and goes to the bar to pour his scotch. The cane in his hand clearly taking most of his weight today. Seeing the note he glances quickly at it and see's his name. Picking it up he reads it over and gives a long sigh. His voice soft as he murmurs. "Be safe Arabella. The Gear will not be the same until you return."

Pouring his scotch he moves to his table and settles into his chair to smoke and watch and watch for his friends.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

*Brielle walks in and sits down on a bar stool, and slumps, holding her head in her hands, before seeing a note directly under her. She sighs and reads the note* Darnit Ara!!! *she is sad to see her only other lady friend in the gear to go, and also a tad bit miffed that her jail secret has now been blown, and she groans slightly* Felix is going to killll me.....*she says softly*

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

-steps in shoving the doors open but not with her normal vigor. she sits in the corner and sighs messing with a pocket watch her green eyes only faintly glowing with aether-

[J. Deacon Monroe]

*slowly approaches Silver with a look of concern and interest*

"What is the matter my friend, you do not appear to be as jovial as when we last met?"