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.

 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle walks in, sniffing the air. "Smells like something is scorched...." She looks to Silver and spots the coat, raising her eyebrow. "Should I even ask?" She giggles a bit and then picks up the note from Ara, reading it, her face falling. "Oh dear, I do hope she comes back home safe..."

[Valarian H. Vol]

*trots in with yet another box* what's going on Brielle?

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She puts the note in a small bag and turns to Val. "Oh, just Ara isn't going to be around for a while...she has some...business...to attend to." She puts on a smile. "I'm not sure what is going on with Silver over there, but something caught on fire at some point..." She tilts her head with some curiosity.

[Valarian H. Vol]

*smiles* seems like that kind of day *opens the box* I have a present.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She giggles. "Do you, now? Who for and what, pray tell, what is the happy occasion?"

[The Raven]

Walks, jeez someone open the windows.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She nods to Jacob. "Right you are. Simon will take care of your drink..." She goes around the perimeter of the bar, cracking the windows open, as Simon pops down from the rafters chattering away, stopping in front of Jacob and waiting for a drink order.

[The Raven]

UV blue vodka with lemonade please

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Simon mixes the drink and hands it to the Dr. Brielle takes a seat. "So, good doctor, do tell me what brings you in today!" She smiles slightly at him.

[The Raven]

Been working over time at my
office

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She pours herself a glass of white wine and sips. "So you need to unwind a bit then?" She takes her hair and twists it up into a bun on the back of her head. "I can understand that..."

[The Raven]

My assistant surgeon doesn't understand the responsibility I have with running a hospital, and the stress that comes with it.