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.

 

[Valarian H. Vol]

*watches the newcomer, his weapon already drawn, he calls out* We're having a bit of a...situation at the moment.  Sorry about the mess.  What can I get for you?

[James Breen]

*Looks over at the man speaking* "Mead if you have it, single malt scotch if not."

[Valarian H. Vol]

Stands up with a bottle just in time to get hit by a flying piece of wood, knocking him unconscious*

[Arabella Porter]

* A man passes through the door, past Ara on her way out to check on Oz. She scans him like he's a strange spectacle and walks out* Oz?!

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*The ship begins to reclaim horizontal stability as the thrust blows out the windows to the bar. The ship is hovering about a foot off the ground as Oz is seen running back in to view focusing on his right wrist, manipulating the device. The envelope on the ship shrinks back to normal size as the noise and light quickly dissipate. The gondola retracts from to it's normal configuration as the propulsion pods glow fades to darkness, rotating and extend from the balloon, returning to their home position. The cores extend, allowing the props to release the retract in to, the now seemingly normal looking, steam prop propulsion system. Steam hisses and escapes the pods, causing a slow rotation to the props as the primary propulsion system engages. Flipping another switch, the prop rotation reverses as the pods rotate to a vertical position, and increase, pulling the ship in to the air, bellowing steam exhaust. Tim turned, adjusting his coat, shaking his head with a mild smirk on his face, moving his goggles to his hat, revealing clean circles surrounded by a dirt ridden face and heads in to the bar.*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle stands, sipping some wine, and shaking her head. "what a crazy few days....I wonder what is next..." She nods to the new gentleman. "You picked quite the time to walk in here!"

[James Breen]

*Returns her nod* "Pretty tame compared to what we just finished with.  What happened?  Did some deckhand decide to take an airship for a spin?"

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She giggles. "I'm actually not exactly sure what happened yet, other than our resident mad scientist got up to some mischief..." She shakes her head. "Things like this happen all the time around here. Are you up for it?"

[James Breen]

*Chuckles* "How well I know how THAT goes.  Our mad scientist almost blew up the airship, hence the reason it's in skydock here getting repairs.  As far as being "up for it", well, it can't be any worse than some of the things I've done recently...and not so recently as well I suppose."  *Removing his hat and setting it on the table, he turns back to the woman.*  "I'm Ezekial Wallace by the way, First Officer of the airship Tesla's Vendetta."  *Berates himself silently for not only mentioning his name, but the name of the airship as well 'Ah well...I suppose if anyone here knows about the bounty, I can handle it and make my way back to the Vendetta safely'*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle dips into a curtsy. "Lady Brielle...although at this point, you can probably just call me Brielle. I'm a bit far from home, as you can guess..." She smiles sweetly.

"What brings you here?"

[James Breen]

*Shrugs* Repairs mainly.  Like I said, our mad scientist nearly blew up the ship...and we had a slight misunderstanding with a military ship a couple of days ago.  Between the two, I'm a little surprised we were able to make our way here."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She tilts her head, sure there is more to the story, as there usually is for most patrons of the Rejected Gear. "Well, let us know if you need anything at all...we have quite the unusual clientele and so probably have anything you need!" She takes a seat and sips her wine.