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.

 

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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!!!

 

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]

*The young man looks himself over* Guess not. *He says sitting at a table and propping his legs up* you said Bells isn't here yet, yeah? I'll wait. I need to talk to her bout' somfthing.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil shrugs and sighs. "It may be a long wait. We have no idea when she'll be back. Or if."

[Arabella Porter]

*The kid removes his feet from the table, one by one, stands and walks up to Wil, sitting cross legged in front of him and staring at him* So it's true that she travels around a lot. She didn't just leave and plant herself in another place?

[Arabella Porter]

*He looks Wil up and down* who are you anyways?

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*both doors swing wide as silver tromps in*hey wil! Good evening m'lady. Hello there good-*notices the "ghost " * holy aetheric brass! What are you?!*eyes glowing with curiosity *

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle flicks open her fan, composing herself behind it. Slowly lowering it, she looks to the kid. "She is currently traveling, yes but this is her home. Would you mind telling us who you might be and from whence you came? Please?" She tries her best to smile sweetly even though she is in all reality terrified.

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

Startled into wakefulness by the sudden drop in temperature, the stuffed bear in the corner; ie, Ian Mac, jumps to his feet, half asleep, and heads over to the fireplace to stoke the already well stoked fire. 'Hmmm...wha..wait a moment," I muse while looking toward Wil, hoping for a reasonable explanation.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle looks at Ian and shrugs her shoulders nervously, then looks back to the boy. "What do you want?"

[Arabella Porter]

I just, wanted to see a friend of mine. *looks up at Brielle* Who are you?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She automatically dips into a curtsy, and as she pops back up quietly states, "My name is Brielle. Are you looking for Arabella?"

[Arabella Porter]

*The kid shrugs and looks down at the floor* kind of. But if she's not coming back then I'm alright talking to you people. *He stands up and walks to the bar* I'm Leander by the way. Stone dead and cold in the ground. *He grins and attempts to lift a whiskey bottle off a shelf but it only smashes to the floor next to the other smashed bottle of liquor. Leander shrugs and walks around the side of the bar to sit on a stool* Brielle, yeah? Sounds like a princess's name. You some kind' o royalty?

*The door swings open and Aurelian appears, staring at Leander. The burn mark on his face, red from running* What in the shite you doin'? *Aurelian asks, looking at Brielle who's looking at Leander* You out of your foukin' mind? *Leander scoffs at his brother* You told me where she would be, Aury. I came looking. What did you think I'd be doing for that information? *He mocked him with wide eyes and a fake smile.* 

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

"Cripes Wil...two of them...and rude to boot...Wil...Wil...Damn!," Ian cries out in ever increasing volume.