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!!!

 

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[Currently Under Renovation]

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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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Wil chuckles and takes the cigar from her and cuts the cap off of one end. Lighting another match he lets the head of the match burn away before slowly turning the cigar about half an inch above the flame till the whole foot has a nice even glow to it before handing it back to her. "Puff slowly. It does not go out quickly. Two or three puffs a minute at most. Nor should you inhale. It would likely make you quite sick."

He smiles as he pulls one of the others and performs the same ritual to light it before he puffs at it lightly.

She looks at it puzzled, for a moment, before putting it to her lips. As she attempts to puff gently, the mechanics of the whole thing escape her and she accidentally inhales, resulting in a coughing and sputtering fit.

"This....is not so fun as it looks. And you are right...I do feel sick...." She has a tinge of green in her complexion. "I think I'll stick to the wine from here on out..." She giggles.

Wil laughs and nods. "Slow puffs. Just hold the smoke in your mouth and then release it. Cigars and pipes are for the flavor of the tobacco itself. It takes practice though."

He grins and puffs happily at the cigar, his pipe now resting on the table.

She giggles and sips at her wine, comfortably settled into her chair. "How has your lab work been going?"

It's been going quite well. I've had a few more successes in my main goal as of late but still a far way from the finished project. I figure another decade or two and I should have finally perfected the formula enough to be able to truly market it as finished." He smiles as he watches the fire. The cigar in his hand glowing with each puff.

"Another decade or two? That seems like an awful long time. As in...as long as I've been alive. How long have you been working on this again?" She bounces one foot, the other tucked up beneath her.

He laughs and smiles as he puffs his cigar. "Well let's see, my first foray into the field of bio enhancement was about four years after I took my commission in the military. I began truly experimenting about a year or so later.... So I'd say I've been working on this since about '57 or so. It's been awhile but it's nearly done now."

He smiles at her broadly before going back to smoking his cigar.

She does the math in her head and then inspects Wil closely.

"Wil....how old ARE you, exactly?"

Wil thinks for a moment then looks at her and laughs as he figures out her issue. "I honestly hadn't thought about the fact I've never mentioned my age around here. It's never been an issue. It's, what, 1903 now isn't it? I rarely even realize the years have passed into the next lately. So I think that would mean my seventieth birthday was a few months ago."

He laughs with another easy smile as he leans back in his chair. "I guess that does seem strange as I don't look much older then I did when I started my projects. It so rarely occurs to me anymore to think about it."

Her jaw drops for a moment. "Wil...you don't look a day over 30!" She pauses and thinks for a moment before pouting. "Its really no fair....Felix is aging slowly...you are....but I am speeding along...I really must figure out a solution to all of this!" She shakes her head and smirks.

He laughs and shrugs as he watches the cigar ash drop away. "I'm sorry my dear. I rarely think about how I look or my age anymore. It stopped being much of an issue close to four decades ago really. Sometimes experiments have unintended benefits. Not really sure how long I have but thus far it's been of little concern."

He takes another heavy puff of the cigar before blowing the thick blue-gray smoke into the air. "I've no idea how Felix does it though."

She pauses. "Felix's are a side effect of some other changes he is going through as well....I wouldn't be able to replicate that. He is becoming quite a warrior although I'm not sure of the exact mechanics..." she shrugs. "I wouldn't worry but the idea of looking like an old woman while he looks like a handsome forty year old doesn't exactly thrill me...call it girlish vanity if you want."

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