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:
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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 Alexander Baker on
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"Let's" Grabbing her arm and heading to the room
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Permalink Reply by The prince of hearts on
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*for explanation check roleplay under alcatraz* the stranger walks in once again this time his hat is now one of an officer and his mechanical eye sits a calming blue. shades swim about the eye making patterns as he walks, carrying a squirming little bundle in his arms. He doesn't wear a coat but instead a purple shirt with a black breastplate and pink heart button's. Grabbing whiskey and a washcloth from behind the counter he settles the little bundle in the chair and starts cleaning it... The little thing squirm's and fidgits and whimpers, making the well dressed fellow frown. His back is to the door and sidearm was placed on a table and a knife nearby it, however the man is not paying attention to it but trying to calm whatever is in the chair in front of him. " I think I had a sister once." he said, and the rest his voice dropped too low to hear. the young girl from earlier that day comes about at the noise and presses her revolver against the back of his head.
"stand up and turn around." she demands. looking at the fellow with distaste. As he does he flicks his wrist and a bundle of flower's appears in it, flowers of all different colors. he grins putting his hands by his head and waiting, without a word, for the squeeze of the trigger. he steps forward and the young girl steps back.
"you know how well shooting me did the last time it happened." said the young man. "I am the prince young lady." and with a snap of his finger's a gold coin appears in his hand. this one with an image of a young woman, carved onto it by hand. The little girl slightly bemused began to say, "if you are a prince where is your castle?" once again flicking his wrists he pointed up and said, the two trinkets of his vanished.
"in the sky little one, right above your bar." the little girl then walks and picks up the pistol on the table and the knife and continues questioning the prince, he simply chuckles and answers, animating his face and moving his hands to show size and shape. the prince, seeing this girl wasn't intending on killing anyone, steps aside showing the bundle he had put into the chair... a little girl wrapped in his coat and drifting in and out of sleep. "she needs to be taken care of." he spoke softly, " i found her in my castle... he changes the subject before question's could be raised. " I need her to have a good home and all, however I cannot supply it. She is scared and alone... my people are not what a young lady needs. They are rather... eh... scary, you could say." he places his hand on the hole in his cheek. he slides the glove off of his other hand showing patchwork mechanics. any scrap of metal or gear that would keep his hand running and rust was prevalent. he put the glove back on and walks to the bar. the revolver still trained on him. sitting at the bar and opening the vents on the mechanical eye." You will probably want these too." he said, pressing his boot, a number of shotgun shells began to fall out. The child in his coat stood up and walked to the bar and climbed on the bar stool next to him. the coat dragging on the floor along with her.
looking at the little girl he shut the vent for his eye and the lens began to make colors again, this time the prince made the image of a rabbit appear and then a boat and then a princess, trying to entertain this little girl who had yet to speak to him. she looked very small, only about four and a half feet tall. The prince furrowed his brow trying to remember if he had a sister.... Just then a door opened, and out walked...
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"Ellie cut that acting out it, we need you to help us down in the sub bay" Felix said wiping the grease off his face. His coveralls tied around his waist as he tosses his leather gloves on the counter. Looking at the stranger, "oh its you again. What do you want? Another fight?" Glaring at ellie before she takes the strangers gun and heads down to the basement.
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Permalink Reply by Lady Brielle Serra on
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Brielle walks in and notices Felix, Ellie, and the stranger.
"Are you serious? Back already? What do you want from us? Certainly death cannot be all..." She is very tense and nibbles her bottom lip in worry.
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"If I wanted you dead I would rip your heart from your chest." *gestures at the child in the chair beside him." This young lady was in my.... ship.... and needs to be taken care of. I will pay for whatever she needs. Food and room and board. The new crew members i have attained are not yet refined and the old members are too scary for someone like this. however I do not know if she can see or speak." *his tone shifts at this almost to a break in his voice. his mechanic eye opens, showing a human eye underneath.* " I do not harm innocents." he said, looking through the barkeep at and at the door behind him."
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Brielle's face softens at the prospect of an innocent child in need. She crouches down besides the girl so they are eye to eye. "Hello, my name is Brielle. I know you must be far away from home, and no one familliar is here...but we do have very comfy beds, and hot chocolate, and we even have our very own skycaptain to protect us!" She smiles. "I am far away from my first home too. I know how scary it can be."
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"This isn't much of a place for children. Room and board is easy enough though." Simon dropped down as Felix tossed him an apple, the monkey extending his foot as holding it out for payment, "Pay the monkey, he handles most of the day to day things like this." Pouring a whiskey, "So what ship is she from?"
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"alcatraz." he said at as if it were a moot point. the mechanical eye closed and shifted to purple again eyeing brielle once again. the color went black and he turned to the barkeep. "you do not need to ask where I get what I get, it is best you don't. however if you wish to see you are welcome... i have the gold of a hundred empires so money is never an object." * the constant whine of gears stops and he removes his glove, showing the mechanical hand simply held onto his body with nails, flesh formed up over it. after striking the hand on the table a few times the whine continues and the glove is put back on.*
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The little girl remains silent but takes hold of Brielle's hand. At the sound of the stranger's voice she looks up.
"Alcatraz? How did such a very little girl get on what sounds to be such an intimidating ship?"
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"So thats what happened to Old Styles Ship?" Chuckling. "Oddly enough that where I rescued Ellie from about 5 years ago." looking to Brielle, "That ship has some strange tech built into its very core." Taking a sip of whiskey.
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Brielle stands up, the little girl holding tight to her hand.
"What is it with young ladies wandering onto peculiar ships these days?" Looking to Felix, "Felix...what was strange about that ship?"
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"It was the ship that Simon, Ellie, and I were experimented on." Downing his glass of whiskey.
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