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.

 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

"and booze. or chocolate flavored booze..." She giggles and shakes her head.

"What has happened to my life this past year?"

[Arabella Porter]

"I don't know, you tell me." Ara replies

[Lady Brielle Serra]

"Well. I ran away from a rather crazy home life to an even crazier one....but I find I rather like it. Dead bodies and all." She giggles.

"At least they are actually dead, unlike the zombies my parents insisted we associate with..."

[Arabella Porter]

right, *Ara giggled* at least they're confined to the country. much too civilized to eat the brains of a girl like me. 

[Marshal Sir Jon Marshall]

He was reveling int the midst of a group of fine companions. The drinks and colorful, half true tales were of equally intoxicating value. These we stout hearted survivors indeed, fine drinking mates, quite possibly good friends, and possibly partners and travelling companions. 

All of a sudden there came the distinctive pop of a pistol, and all fell silent. 

[Arabella Porter]

  *Ara walks down in a short, button up, black dress with her hair down and dark red lipstick. she sighs, content and stretches before sitting on the bar counter with a glass of white wine* Feeling good tonight. 

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle wanders up from the basement, pulling a white, blood spattered apron off to reveal an apricot colored day dress. She smiles to see Ara feeling more herself, and takes a seat next to her.

"Simon, amaretto on the rocks?" He mixes and pours her drink as she turns to face Arabella with a tired smile.

"You look lovely tonight. Any particular reason why?"

[Arabella Porter]

    "I'm feeling pretty." *Ara smiled with another contented sigh* You're not looking' bad yourself li'le miss Amaretto.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She stretches a little and takes a sip of her drink.

"I'll be better when I get this in my system. I have no idea what happened with Felix and Ellie but he isn't talking yet and she is still sedated..." She frowns a little before taking a larger sip of her drink. "This stuff will do a good job of making me feel pretty again, I think!" She gives a little smirk.

[Arabella Porter]

*Ara raises an eyebrow* What do you think happened? 

[Valarian H. Vol]

*Val walks in, wearing a loose cloak over a vest and black pants.  Seeing no one inside, he settles into a chair and grabs a drink, looking weary*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle wanders out of the staff hallway and dusts off the bar, before pulling out some record keeping books from the office. She flips through the pages on the calender, frowning as an unfortunate realization hits her.

"No..no...this can't possibly be right...."