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.

 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She sighs. "I think I can deal with that." She hugs him tight for a moment. "You made it back before christmas." She dares to smile...

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*takes a quick breath like she suddenly remembered something hissing out steam* Felix!

[Alexander Baker]

"Yes Silver?" as the sound of footsteps echo from the basement stairs.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

Felix I brought you something back from a ship I wrecked into the mountain!*starts digging in her belt pouches*

[Alexander Baker]

"Oh?" Watching her rummage through he pockets.

"TEACHER!!!" Ellie yelled as she ran and hugged Felix.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

-pulls out a bottle if what looks like melted brass- one for your collection. It's called the captain's absinthe. It's a mixture of gold absinthe, Rum, and aetheric liquor. Yum-hands it to you-

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*you hear the sound of constant steam coming up the road. it almost sounded like a steam-bike, but eh, too quiet. the doors slam open and here comes silver tearing just as hard as she can through the building. she didn't even touch the bar and hopped over it jumping grabbing a rafter and yanking herself up into the darkness putting a finger to her lips as she disappeared the door was wide open and snow was coming in*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle, who was sitting in the gear having a cup of irish coffee, watches as Silver bursts through the door. Her jaw drops in surprise and she shivers as gusts of wind and snow blast her in the face. "What in the..."

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Walking in the door, bundled in his long coat and scarf. Shaking off the snow and unbuttoning his coat and then taking off his scarf, a look of exhaustion on his face, he takes off his hat and sits at the bar* Morning, ladies.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle closes her mouth and looks over to Tim. "Good morning Tim! How are you?", she says brightly.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Smiling* I'm alright my dear. I'm alright. How have you been?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She turns a tinge pink, eyes bright. "Well...Felix is back...in one piece....at least now he is. He wasn't when he came home....but he's alive, which is all that matters!" She traces the rim of her coffee cup. "Tura'lu is dead...finally!"