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.

 

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

He laughs and takes the glass and bottle from Simon as he hangs down. Taking the cork out he pours himself a glass. "He does that every few months or so. He also considers it my responsibility to, and I quote 'find your own damned clothes!'"

Wil just chuckles and takes a sip of the wine.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Taking her finished cocoa, she sits back down beside Wil and tucks her feet under her as she sips. "He seems like a peculiar fellow." Settling in, "I heard there might be a rather large snowstorm coming. I need to talk to Felix about proper supplies in case we all get snowed in..."

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Shankar is a unique fellow. I know very little about him really other than that he was a Gurkha and is trying to live a life with as little chance of violence as he can. He is the best man I could ask for though. His ability to organize, clean, and decorate is second only to a woman trained to do those things." He laughs as he sips his wine and chuckles as she mentions the storm.

"I suspect there is more than enough supplies on hand to keep you all quite comfortable if snowed in my dear. Felix seems like the kind of man who is never caught unawares."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She smiles. "You are right. But like your clothes, it is a mystery as to where he has put all of it. Likely hiding in the basement somewhere..." She sips and stares into the fire for a moment. "Perhaps Shankar and I shall have to get together and discuss decorating sometime."

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil laughs and raises his glass. "Good luck. I can barely get him to talk most days unless he's irritated with me."

Wil closes his eyes for a moment than grins. "You know if I were Felix I'd probably keep the emergency supplies down in one of the storage rooms by the firing range."

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*comes running in throwing both doors open as she went* Guys! I need to tell you something important! it's crucial that you know this* she was holding her chest the green aether matter which powered her leaking from between her fingers* I'm not in pain just leaking, however, this isn't about me it's about Jo-*a gunshot rings through the bar and Silver hits the floor unmoving...the gunman is no where to be seen.*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle lets out a breathless curse as she runs to Silver. "No...no, no no!" She feels for a pulse on whatever human bits of Silver she can find. "What in the world is going on?" She nervously looks around, trying to spot the gunman.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*she's still alive, and even awake but she staring wide eyed out at nothing her mouth half moving like she was trying to speak and it just wasn't working*

[Jonx Hackney]

*Comes Walking In Happily Then Sees Silver* SILVER!*He Ran To Her Scooping Her Up* What Happened?!*He Looked To You*

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*Tears roll down her face as she stared up at Jonx*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle looks up at Jonx. "Do you know how to fix this? If she could talk we could figure out who did this.."

[Jonx Hackney]

*Shakes His Head* The Bullet Went Straight Through The Vocal Box Of Her. Who Ever Did This Has Good Aim And Doesn't Want Her To Talk*Frowns Petting Her* You Poor Thing...