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]

My apologies.  I merely meant that she was, from what I hear, a good person.  If you share that quality, I believe you will be right at home *bows in apology*

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Smiles sweetly) No apologies necessary, sir. Be at ease...I look forward to a developing friendship.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil smiles at her and gives a soft but genuine laugh. "My good Lady I think attempting to love you as anything other than yourself would be inviting heartache to the one who tried it."

He sips his tea and shrugs. "If any powerful family member of her father's ever came to see me they likely never made it past Shankar. I swear he was even more defensive of Anna than I was!"

[Lady Abigail Preston]

Shankar? (Stifles a delicate yawn with the back of her hand.) What an exotic name. She was a lucky woman, it seems.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

He looks at his watch and shakes his head. "Shankar is my man servant. A good man but he can be frightening to those who don't know him. But enough about a silly old man and the woman he lost. I should have let you find your bed some time ago! The hour is quite late my dear Lady and I have no right to your time. If you weary you should find your bed."

[Valarian H. Vol]

*returns to his seat and begins emptying his pockets, producing many strange gadgets and trinkets*

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Smiles) Don't be shy, Valarian.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*looks up* sorry, I was merely doing inventory, as I do some nights.  I tend to keep a large number of...peculiar items on my person.  Some of which could be quite dangerous if used incorrectly *pulls out a small metal rose, partially closed* here, I designed this for my love, using spare parts from the shop.  I know you're not my love, but I figured you two could share this.  It doesn't do anything anymore, unfortunately.

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Taking the rose). How sweet of you. I shall treasure it!

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Smiles sweetly) It has been a long day. I had to see my things moved to here and send notice to Preston Manor that I would be staying here for a bit....then have funds transferred to the bank nearest here. (Sighs softly) I suppose I should away to bed. I hope to speak with you again.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

He smiles gently and nods. "My lady I am almost always found here of an evening. I find it is far more hospitable than my rooms."

He laughs and winks. "Living above the rooms of my own laboratory seems less fun now that I wish to sleep through the night! Until next we meet my good Lady."

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(Stands and smiles). Good night, then. (Smiling at both men) To you both. (Slight curtesy)