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.

 

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil half stumbles into the bar. His cane not just holding his weight but looking to be holding him upright entirely. His normally immaculate appearance looking quite disheveled. His coat covered in dirt and ashes. His top cocked to the side and looking as though it had been run over by a hansom. His shirt unbuttoned at the collar and his silken puff tie missing entirely. His vest completely undone and one suspender hanging down. Even his beard looked like it hadn't seen a brush in quite some time and there was several days worth of growth on his normally clean shaven cheeks.

He smiles at everyone though it is clear he can't focus well on them in his state. He moves to his chair and practically falls into it. His voice a near slur. "Simon! Ya demon-buggerin monkey! I need whiskey!" He laughs as he leans back in the chair, eyes closed.

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

I'll be drinking what he's been drinking......or doing

[Arabella Porter]

Ara looks up at Wil and peers at him... "Wil..." A mischievous grin plays in he face. "Wil, are you....wankered?"

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

sarcastically* no, he's sober as a the day is long lol

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle looks at Wil with some concern. "Wil..are you alright? You don't usually lose control like this...just a glass here or there, never any more..."

[Arabella Porter]

Ara slams her hand on the bar counter excited as a priest meeting God. "This just does nt happen."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle walks up to Wil. "Wil, darling, what is going on? Are you feeling quite ok?"

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

laughing, and srinking at the same time.*** I can be your priest hahaha

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil looks at Ara slowly and gives a slow smile. "My dear Arabella. I have spent the last day and a half with several companions engaging in quite the competition. We tested our minds and our bodies greatly!"

He laughs and attempts to sit up. "The test of the mind was most difficult so one of our number helped us all. A plunge of the needle and within moments our minds were working as best they can without our work to keep us active. Then the drinks began and did not stop until the contest's end less than an hour ago. It was quite the time!"

 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle looks very concerned. "Wil, what was this enhancement, exactly?" She bites her lip, dreading the answer.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil looks at Brielle for a moment than smiles slyly. "Why the only such enhancement that works to speed the mind forward good Lady. Cocaine. What else would we dare use? We are all far to intelligent to trust in the concoctions of most modern men!"

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle groans and puts her head in her hands. "Cocaine? And alcohol? Wil...this is so very unlike you. Why? Now we have to deal with you coming down off of it..." She shakes her head. "I'll be wanting this story later, when you are fully sober."