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.

 

[Valarian H. Vol]

*smiles* retired, actually.  Still keep a watch though, just in case.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Smiling and turning to Zeke* No need to fret, mate. I have some pull with the yard. You'll be alright. *Chuckling and turning to Bri for a moment* I'd grab another MaCallan dear *turning back* I'm afraid I know your name but we haven't been introduced, Oswin Bernerd McGuinness *extending his hand* Always good to meet a friend of Niks

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle pours Oswin his drink and hands it to him with a smile, and then pours herself a glass of wine. She takes a seat on the counter of the bar with her legs crossed and gets lost in her thoughts for a moment.

[James Breen]

*Takes the offered hand*  "Pleasure to meet you.  Any friend of Uncle Niki's and all that."  *Turns as the door opens, admitting a young man who stops and salutes Zeke* 'Sir, the Comm Officer sent me to inform you that Captain Whittaker of the Isabella is on the aether for you.'  Zeke returns the young man's salute.*  "Thank you Midshipman Ulath.  Return to the Vendetta and tell the Comm officer that I will be there in about 15 minutes, and to let Captain Whittaker know as well...the last time she didn't tell him and he was a bit upset over the wait."  *Ulath salutes again.  'Aye aye Sir!'  Turning to the others, Zeke tips his hat*  "Well neighbors, duty calls.  I'm certain I'll be back soon."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle snaps out of her reverie and looks around the bar. Standing up, "Good evening gentlemen...its off to bed for me. I am hoping to catch Felix before he falls asleep..." She smiles wistfully and walks down the hallway to the bedroom.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Flipping a casual , finger and a half salute from the forehead* Night, mate *Turning to Bri* Get some rest, miss.

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Walking in gracefully and smiling to all). Good evening to all. What a day! (Placing some coins on the bar). Perhaps a spot of tea before bed?

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil smiles from his chair and stands up slowly. Leaning on his cane he walks to the bar and gets some hot water to make her a cup of tea. "What type of tea would you like my Lady?"

He looks at her, feeling that same wrenching on his heart.

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Smiling softly as she sits properly at a table, smoothing her sapphire colored skirt) Why thank you, sir. Jasmine, if it's available. Camomile, if not. You are too kind.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

He smiles at her and prepares a cup of jasmine tea for her. Once it's prepared he delivers it to her table. "Would you mind if I join you Lady Abigail?"

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Stirs the tea and inhales the steam). Please do. How are you, sir?

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil smiles and sits in the chair opposite hers. "I am doing good. Still having a hard time seeing you and not hugging you honestly but I've learned control in my life."

He settles for a moment, trying to think. "Would you be willing to tell me of yourself?"