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!!!
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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 Arabella Porter on
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*A cloaked figure stands in the doorway, silent ad still*
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Permalink Reply by Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff on
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Wil looks to the figure and smiles while standing. "Arabella? Is that you my friend? If so than stop being all solemn and come share a drink with a lonely old man!"
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*Ara flips off the hood, revealing a mischievous, troublemaking grin and runs over to Wil, hugging him* how are you? crazy ass scientist! *she takes off the cloak and shakes her hair out from being pressed down by the cloak*
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Wil hugs her tight and laughs. "I'm not nearly as crazy as you or as Tim."
He goes to the bar and pours them both a full glass of whiskey. "I am doing well my friend. Though getting lonely in my old age."
He chuckles as he hands her the glass.
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cheers *she raises the glass and then knocks back a gulp* Maybe so but it's still saying something *she jokes* So when's the Christmas party and is my crew allowed to come? *she leans on the bar* I saw Brielle the other day, How's Alex though? How are you? how are the cops?
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If there is a party I know nothing about it. I've been in my lab quite a lot lately and have rarely come in. Something I must make sure to fix of course."
He laughs as he takes his own swig of the whiskey and goes back to his overstuffed chair by the fire. "I haven't seen Alex since his return actually. I know he's back but again my rare visits don't seem to catch his. As for the cops I had a bit of an issue with an inspector from Scotland Yard not to long ago. It seems he is on a personal hunt to get rid of those who have bribed their way to immunity. I was fortunate enough that I was able to show him that my status was not through bribery."
He grinned and chuckled. "He's no longer with Scotland Yard actually. I am funding his little campaign in hopes of eliminating some of my better equipped and financed rivals."
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there's always the ones with the goddamn grudges. fucking coppers. *she takes another swig and smooths out her blue dress* I'll be honest though, I wasn't a fan of anarchy until I got used to piracy so maybe if I were still a normal child, I'd think differently but still....fucking coppers. *She sits on a wooden stool next to him and rests herself on her knees before taking another swig* It sounds like no one's been around much lately. *she stares into the fire* you know, I keep hoping one of these days, that Annabel's going to sway into the bar with her silk red dress and some form of a fancy parasol, twirling around and dancing like she used to. *Ara shoots a nostalgic smirk at the fireplace* Sorry, I just miss her these days around Christmas. I didn't mean to bring her up.
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Wil smiles and nods as he looks at the fireplace as well. "So do I. It seems like she should just be strolling through any minute telling me I'll be late for dinner or something. It's even worse now since she was the driving force behind the parties here."
He takes a deep swig of the whiskey and refills both their glasses. "The coppers with a grudge are the easy ones. It's the ones with righteous purpose I dislike."
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*sighs* I miss her * L'chayim, as they say in Israel *Ara takes a swig of the new glass* I didn't know there was such a thing as a copper with a righteous purpose in Scotland Yard. Corrupt sons of bitches. I mean, *looks to Wil* some of them can be nice but then they always want something in return, you know? either that or we're just the bad guys, you know what I mean?
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Wilhelm laughs loudly and nods. "Honestly I always thought the righteous cop in Scotland Yard a pretty myth. It turns out there are a few of them though. One was bound and determined to destroy the various markets where my less legal serums are sold."
Wil winks at her and chuckles. "It's amazing that a righteous cop can be so easily framed for taking bribes and selling various narcotics. So many of the yard does as much that the idea of someone being clean of these is scarier than any criminal. I had help long before I asked for it."
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So then we're definitely the bad guys. I don't think I mind it as much as I used to. you turned out to be a lot trickier than when I first met you, you know that? I suppose though then, the truly cunning remain gentlemanly and lady like for when the time comes so that their victim won't see it coming. *she sits and thinks for a moment* ha! too late.
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Wil laughs and winks at her as he drinks more of his whiskey. "My dear, at my age and in my profession, one must learn to be calm, collected, and careful in how the darker aspects of the personality are revealed."
He chuckles again and stands, looking to the fire before raising his glass a bit. "A toast. To criminals like us. May we ever thrive and thumb our noses at the laws of those who don't enjoy all the pleasures of life to the fullest!"
He downs the rest of the whiskey in a single gulp and throws the glass into the fireplace shattering it.
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