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.

 

[Rick hunter]

"Well, I don't know her, and I doubt she was made by Kyle Walter," Steel shrugged, "though it is nice to see someone who is adept enough to understand the complexity of my own body, especially when I barely understand it."

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Chuckling and and taking a few puffs on his cigar* Oh, it comes with the territory.  I find horology relaxing. It can be so simple or so complex, it's absolutely fantastic. As for Phoebe, I'm not sure who made her, but I know Alex has made some modifications and upgrades. She is a unique one, that's for sure. 

[Rick hunter]

"I'll take your word for it Oz," Steel said as he nodded. "So, what is your story?"

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Smiling at the comment, looking in his glass, swirling the scotch a little before taking a sip* What's my story....*leaning back and taking a puff with a chuckle* Now that's a fun question. Scientist, inventor, I have a formidable about of bounty hunting under my belt and I'm on contract with an air fleet providing scouting and security services in my bird...In a nut shell...

[Rick hunter]

"I see," Steel  rolled his neck, "I have traveled a bit, and in most places I've become an urban myth. But that's usually because I deal with their troubles then fade away."

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Raising his glass* I'll drink to that* Taking a sip then a few puffs on his cigar* I know the live on the move, quite well.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*stands up and stretches his wings out, a good fifteen feet from tip to tip, before folding them back up* sorry.  Haven't done that in about fifteen years.  Cramps, you know?

[Rick hunter]

"No, I don't. My body is constantly moving, even when I'm perfectly still. If it didn't I would die."

[Valarian H. Vol]

True...I just wish I still had my sword *sighs* very reminiscent of yours, with the clockwork on the back.  Less complicated though.  Made kind of a hissing sound when swung.  If you don't mind, I'll be right back with it...*The gears on his wings spin faster and faster, before he apears to blink out of existence, a single feather and a fading breeze being all that remains*

[Rick hunter]

"I should try and get him to teach me how to do that," Steel said absentmindedly, "Or try and figure out how to create a device that will do it for me.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Watching Val fly off, taking a drink, shaking his head* Huh....

[Valarian H. Vol]

*smiles as he reappears, accompanied again by a light breeze, and holding a sword reminiscent of Steel's, only smaller and cleaner*