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]

*Chuckling* You haven't squashed me yet *winking* And you better survive or you and I are going to have words, Ms Porter. 

[Arabella Porter]

*sitting next to him on the bar she nudges him playfully* Oh I'll be haunting you. It'll be fun cause when you go after me, you'll go right through me. I'll get away with more. *sticks her tongue out* Mr. Harrison

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Smirking and grabbing at her tongue* Oh, I'd find a way to bring you back just to give you hell *Hopping over to the other side of the bar and putting his coat back on*  As much as I don't want to, I need to try to get some sleep tonight, good lookin. *Grabbing his hat and flipping it on to his head* Probably back at the lab...you're always welcome to head out *Winking and leaning over the bar and giving her a kiss* Don't cause too much trouble tonight.  I'll see you tomorrow pretty lady. *Walking out the door*

[Arabella Porter]

*shakes her head smiling and sighs as he walks out* That man. *Jabber crawls out and hands her  room key. She locks up for the night after finishing the dishes and goes upstairs*

[Alexander Baker]

Steampop!!!

[Arabella Porter]

*She pops up from behind the bar and looks up at Simon who's screeching at Jabber in the rafters* Both of you cut it out, will you? *she looks around the empty bar* I wonder where everyone is.

[Alexander Baker]

*looking around the bar and noticing the lack of people* hmmmmmm*walks back to the staff hallway and comes back out with a guitar and begins to play: 

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*drops from the rafters and begins dancing to the music*

[Arabella Porter]

     *twirls and laughs while sweeping the floor* Alex, you always know how to make things interesting.

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*dances towards Ara and knocks the broom from her hands, smirking*

[Arabella Porter]

Hey, that was my dance partner you just knocked over. *she jokes and picks the broom back up* Don't make me give a little color to that eye of yours. *she grins and continues dancing and sweeping before pressing a button on the broom which then grows another broom end. She shrugs and begins sweeping again*

[Octavius B. Firelord of Hibernia]

*shrugs and laughs* Im a way better dancer than that *vanishes and reappears sitting on the bar* May I? *motions to a bottle on the back bar*