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.

 

[Alexander Baker]

"I don't have one of those for sale, but any assortment of liquor I do have." Felix said as he made eye contact with Brielle and told her to stoke the fire with his eyes.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She smiles an unsure smile towards Felix and heads over to the fireplace quietly, stoking the fire and watching both Felix and the stranger.

[The prince of hearts]

*looking towards the young lass in the doorway a large grin comes to my face.* Hello dearest, come have a drink *motioning towards the seat next to him. his coat falls away from his side revealing a worn in side arm. His eye begins adjusting again and the colors shift in the lens from one to the other until it settles on a bright purple. a canister takes shape under his jacket sleeve. There is a whir of gears as he reaches for a grenade pouch on his belt and produces a gold shilling, tossing it on the table, clearly not paying attention. the human eye closes and the machine extends, grin not wavering for a second.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle very warily walks towards the bar and takes a seat next to the stranger. She nods to him. "How do you do?" Then looks towards Felix with a tiny smile. "A glass of white, if you please." She looks towards the stranger, unsettled by his strange unwavering grin.

"What brings you here this evening, Sir?"

[Alexander Baker]

He pours Brielle's wine, "Yes, what brings you to this part of town?" Downing the rest of his whiskey.

[The prince of hearts]

*opening his eye* "I know not what brings me anywhere when I get there only that I get there."*the grin goes crooked as one side dies down.*" there are many things in this world we only think we know. it is easier to assume you know nothing, fight with vigor and die with honor, as if dying is a possibility."*the color of the lens begins shifting again as he looks about seeing what other's do not until the eye turns green and settles upon the young lady once again, human eye closing and grin dying all together.*

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wilhelm strolls into the bar, moving a bit lighter on his cane today. Though the stick in his hand is a much thicker one then normal and the look of it to any who can tell is that of a solid hickory stick. With his usual smile he moves towards the bar, reaching behind it to pour himself a glass of his scotch. Taking his glass he retires to the comfortable leather chair as his favorite table and settles in.

Pulling out his long stemmed pipe and a tobacco pouch he quickly sets to cutting strips of tobacco flake directly into the bowl of his pipe. Within minutes thick smoke is curling up from the bowl as he relaxes.

[Alexander Baker]

Staring the man down as his eyes flashed from purple to grey then back to hazel. "You keep staring at my lady and haven't ordered a drink what do you want?" Wil's entering the gear took his attention. "Evening Wil." He went to back to watching the stranger across from him.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil smiles and waves as he puffs at his pipe. Normally he'd have stepped in but Alex was here so there was no reason to get involved as of yet. "Evening my friend. Good to see you here."

[The prince of hearts]

* the mechanical eye turns red and narrows to a single point blacking out the rest of the lens around it. it focuses on the bar keep, *expression pulling back into a grin. his hand falls to his waste. he nods at the other dark shadows who have creeped in below the radar. with his other hand he produces  a leather bag, and places it on the counter." Pick a bottle and leave it. *his hand curls and uncurls slowly remaining below the  view of the counter. the gentleness in his voice has left and the human eye's pupil has narrowed until it all but gone.*

[Alexander Baker]

"Whats in the bag? If its a curse like yours I already have my own." Smirking then sitting on the bar next brielle. He discretely flips a switch on his communicator band.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil watches the scene, sipping at his scotch between puffs of his pipe. Using his cane he pulls the other chair out a bit and sets his feet up on it.