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.

 

[Arabella Porter]

Alright, if it's a dare and you don't do it, you take a sShot. If it's truth and you don't want to tell, take a shot. I'll ask first. *she sits next to her on the counter of the bar, swinging her legs back and forth* truth or dare?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She takes a seat beside Ara and thinks for a moment. "Dare me!"

[Arabella Porter]

*Ara grins* I dare you to take a little bit of every kind of drink on the first shelf and put it into one drink. I want you to drink it.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She rolls her eyes. "Challenge accepted." She sways up to the shelf, and pours various amounts of about 6 different kinds of alcohol into a glass. She sips it, and winces. "This is really strong..." She decides to toss it back in one go. Sputtering a bit, she sets the glass down triumphantly.

"Your turn. Truth, or dare?"

[Arabella Porter]

You know the answer to that. *she winks*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She blushes and giggles. "I dare you to write Tim a sappy love letter and leave it under his pillow before you leave back to Israel!"

[Arabella Porter]

*giggles* damn girl. Alright. *she goes into her bag before a gret , furry paw holds up a pen and notepad. Ara takes them and the paw slides slowly down into her bag again* thanks Jabber *she sits down at the bar next to Brielle and laughs* the fuck to I write? hmmm....sappy...*she gets a lightbulb and then begins riting quickly. when finished, she looks it over and bursts out in laughter after a prolonged, stifled giggle. she begins reading it outloud*

You are the cation to my anion

you are the thermal equilibrium to my hot and cold.

*she then slaps the paper down on her knee as she can't stop laughing so she can't read on. she then composes herself and keeps reading.*

You're like the perfect gun, shooting me in all the right places.

*Ara stops again to laugh really really hard*

and I miss you like the deserts miss the rain....oh green eyed one.

*more laughter*

Love, Ara....no..... *she scratches out the end and writes something else in*

Love, your Ara.  *she bursts out laughing again* where the hell do we get off?

   

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle clamps a hand over her mouth, hysterically laughing.

"Well, that's certainly one approach! My turn! Truth me!"

[Arabella Porter]

*Ara, feeling rather silly, mocks a mysterious face that Alex makes and stares at Brielle. There's a silence before Ara mimics in Alex's voice.*

 

                       Have you ever killed a man?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle pauses for a second, then getting it, bursts out laughing.

"Actually...I have....remember when I first got here? My parents or Phillip or someone from back "home" sent someone after me and I jabbed him with my morphine and I accidentally gave him a lethal dose..."

[Arabella Porter]

Yeah you did, *she said, jokingly suggestive.*  Now get some truth out of me.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She blushes. "Not sure what your tone of voice is implying, Ara..." She giggles. "Oh give me a minute.." She taps her foot on the floor.

"Have you had any foreign flings on this trip?" She claps a hand over her mouth, not quite able to believe what she had just asked.