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]

*Ara walks in and sits at the bar, staring at the broom in the corner* To sweep or not to sweep? That is the question. *She walks over to the broom and looks around the empty bar as she takes the long wooden handle in her hands and twirls the cleaning device like a baton. Bored and by herself, she starts speaking to the broom.* I hate your existence because you force me to clean. However, my hatred is out of line because if you were anything else, cleaning this place would be harder. You can sweep a floor with other things but there's nothing like a good. solid. broom. *she says, turning the head right side up and tapping the floor like it's a staff. she looks it over* Maybe you don't even want to be a broom. *she tosses the broom up repeatedly and catches it* You could be a sword, *she says excitedly and makes the handle stick out into the air as she holds it just above the head and swishes it around like a sword.* I'm sure one could kill a man with a broom though, sharp edge or no sharp edge.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Val walks in as Ara is swinging the broom* careful there.  It may not kill, but it'll certainly leave a hell of a bruise.

[Arabella Porter]

*Ara jumps and drops the broom in embarrassment before picking it up and leaning on the handle like a cane* a little bruise doesn't scare me.*She smiles and goes to put on her apron* Being a pirate leaves all kinds of bumps and bruises at the end of the day.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*smiles* very true indeed.  I can relate *thinks back to old times*

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

Bare keep! I need a pot of coffee please

[Arabella Porter]

yeah,yeah *she waves him off and puts the kettle on*

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

thank you ma'am

[Arabella Porter]

*She smiles at dusten and sets up a mug of coffee* how do you take it? sugar and milk?

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

just give me the sugar bowel and some milk

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*The roar of odd steam engines approaches from out of town, as it sounds as if it's on top of the pub, steam bellows in the front door soon followed by a man in a leather topper and houndstooth top coat. Looks he sees Ara and Dusten, hitting a button, the steam and sound fall back in to the distance.*

Afternoon all *Setting his hat and coat on the bar, taking a seat*

[Lady Abigail Preston]

(walking from her room into the main area, smiling softly to all)  Hello, all.  (moving toward the bar)  May I have some jasmine tea, please? 

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Turning as she heads down the stairs* Well, after noon, dear. Hope you missed most of the commotion yesterday *chuckling, shaking his head*