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.

 

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Howdy, Sir John, names Lachlan , Lachlan Bellraven  and I am captain of an aggressive high altitude cargo transport vessel.

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

well hello sir. Nice to taste your flesh and blood.

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

     Smoke seeping from under a door clearly marked as 'utilities' giving the appearance of something at the very least just a wee bit fishy and a clear triple tattoo as upon solid oak sounding out thru the vaporous din and a seeming waiting presence hanging upon the air...

[Marshal Sir Jon Marshall]

It is good to meet someone with a cargo ship. My ship went down along with my partner in the Black Sea. I had to travel aboard a commercial vessel bank from Ankara. I'm retired from her majesties service in the far east; I search the world for bits of archana these days, but my airship navigator is dead and my stalwart old ship the Daedalus is an aquarium.

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Well, I travel far and wide to transfer differing cargoes myself. So I understand the allure of the sky way.

[Dusten "The Reaper"]

My name is Dusten Blake Barefoot. I run the Triple 6 Express between, Heaven, Purgatory and Hell. I am a grim reaper you know.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil nods to her. "I will come back tomorrow possibly and see what information I can get out of him. I would prefer you weren't here at that time my dear. It would be best if perhaps the bar was closed for that time in fact."

Wil slowly calms himself and sits. As much as he wanted to go down immediately he realized it would be best to wait.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*shoves both doors open in typical Silver style but trudges in looking tired. walking behind the bar she makes a pitcher of water, drinks it, and does this about sixteen times..then sighs and sits at the bar pulling out her pipe and lighting it*

[Marshal Sir Jon Marshall]

A pleasure making your acquaintance gentlemen and lady. It's been a perfectly awful week. I'm in the mood for some good cheer and idle chatter. Serious proposals can wait for more less serious moments. 

[Madame Erzebet Sedwick]

*A hooded woman enters, approaches the bar and stands silintly for a moment*

................ I'd like a Bourbon. Now, please.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

A chattering monkey pops up from behind the bar. Giving her a suspicious glance, he pours the ordered bourbon and then runs down the staff hallway. A few moments later, he brings back an elegantly dressed raven haired girl.

She dips into a curtsey out of habit and tilts her head, silently questioning why this woman needed the illusion of secrecy.

"How do you do, and what brings you here today?"

[Madame Erzebet Sedwick]

"Well aren't  you lovely today dear."

The woman lowers her hood revealing a short cropped head of hair wrapped in a black kerchief with round green tinted spectacles on her nose.

"I've been here once or twice before, dear. You may remember me."