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.

 

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Just sitting and watching, letting out a sigh. Lifting his pant leg to expose the silver cigar case in his boot, taking one out be puts it in his mouth and lights it, takes a few puffs, shakes his head and takes a sip of his scotch*

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Val lifts up the trinket, says something in Latin, and the shimering around him fades.  He lets out a sigh, and slumps to the floor, crawling over to  a chair and pulling himself into it* Oz...my good man...I need a drink...

[Rick hunter]

Steel walks into the bar, and sees the ash on the floor, "Can we go two days without someone dying in here?" He looked at Valarian.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*smiles and weakly waves* Steel...good to see you...Have a seat...*looks at him* If I told you something crazy...would you believe me...?

[Rick hunter]

"You do remember who I am right?" Steel said as he sat down at the bar, "in my world nothing is impossible, improbable maybe, but never impossible."

[Valarian H. Vol]

*slowly takes off his jacket, revealing a pair of mechanically augmented angel wings underneath* yeah.  "Bow unto me" and all that nonsense *slowly takes a drink and chuckles, regaining strength*

[Rick hunter]

"Clockwork angle," Steel chuckled as he shook his head, "so, should I call you chicken wings now?"

[Valarian H. Vol]

*laughs* I suppose I deserve it.  Long, long story behind that...Short version: woke up in purgatory, was given the choice to survive there or serve a "higher power" for the next 250 years.  When that ended, I was dumped on Earth.  The rest is history.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Reaching behind the bar and grabbing his bottle of MaCallan 18, refilling his glass before tossing it over and seeing the new face walk in..noticing something odd about him* Have at it, Val. *Turning to the new face* I don't believe we have met.

[Rick hunter]

"No," Steel said as he looked at the man, "I am called Steel by most."

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Extending his hand and hearing a familiar clockwork noise* Oswin but Oz will do..*pausing for a moment* Would.. you mind? If I took a look.......it's the engineer in me...it never stops..

[Rick hunter]

"I don't mind at all," Steel said, he held his arm out and rolled up his sleeves. The clockwork that made his arm was incredibly complex, and some of the gears that made it up were no bigger than a thumb nail.