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.

 

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Understanding with a nod and a smirk* How have you been Lach? *Taking the drink* Thanks Val, same ole. Cabin fever in the lab

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

I'm alive and better than at least one I know of * he chukles as he says it * I need to run back my ship , I was caught in that very explosion earlier and Val graciously lent me some clothes till I can get back to my wardrobe.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Taken back a little* Glad you're doing alright, mate. I've been caught in my fair share of explosions..I saw that from the lab.. looked like a doosy.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Well, lets just say it definitely rated a "lady killer" to be sure. It literally ripped the clothes off me , just glad I wasn't wearing my favorite jacket and hat , couldn't bear to lose them.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Chuckling* Oh I know what you mean. I almost lost this vest. I was fortunate enough that Wil knew of a fantastic tailor

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

It would kill me to lose my jacket , hunted the gators for it myself, and as to the hat well, it has some special charms from my adopted father and sister. Losing them would be terrible.

[Valarian H. Vol]

I understand.  I've got a charm with mementos from my parents from quite literally the day before they were killed.  If I lost those, I dont know what I'd do...

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Raising a glass and taking a sip* Always the little things that mean the most.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Too true too true , excuse me Gents I need to get to my clothes, Val , I will have these laundered and returned to you.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*suddenly looks panicked* My trinket....where is it...?! *starts to shake and doubles over, as if his soul is being ripped from his body, and looks up weakly* speaking of which...*grins a bloodstained grin* did I ever tell you I used to be different...?

*as he says this, a woman walks in the bar, wearing all black, with a brown fur overcoat* looking for this? *she says, holding up a gear with a skull on one side and a variety of items on the other*

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

* Waving to Lach as he leaves. The Val starts to shake and falls to the floor as he talks. Shaking his head, Oz takes a sip and flips on his reactor, then the belt. A soft shimmer propigates around his body and the protection barrier moves to the nodes. A woman in black walks in and says something to Val* You know, people always ask, Why don't you enchant your work? Why don't you do any work with the occult. *Taking a sip and pointing to val as he talks* Reasons like this are why I don't work with the god damn occult...No offence, mate. It's just not a trade off I'm willing to partake in....Alex for example...jesus...not my cup of tea......Oh, Val....do you need a hand? *Eyeing the woman* Who's the broad?

[Valarian H. Vol]

*val's head snaps back and his eyes flash white and blue, before he stands back up, something straining under his coat.  When he speaks, it's as if ten voices at once* I am an angel of the lord.  Bow unto me *the woman swears and tries to run.  Val lifts a shimmering hand, and the woman drops to her knees* Bow... *turns to Oz* this may be unpleasant *closes his hand, and the woman bursts into flame, burning to a pile of dust with the trinket sitting on top*