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.

 

[Arabella Porter]

"simon's alright," she says, "and I'm not looking for a ship. I'm looking for my captain, my friend, my enemies, and my crew. finding my ship would be cool too since we have a new one."

[Captain Lachlan Bellraven]

Well, Lachlan looks back to Ara , if you should change your mind I may be looking for a buyer for my current ship soon. Just if wanted to start over fresh ship and all.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Sighing and holding the back of her head*What the hell am I going to do with you? Thomas...wasn't he dead?? For the most part, i'm still doing what I'm doing. Been involved working scout and security with a fleet. Theorizing some applications with Archy, the GSRMD, and some chrono shifting.......*Sighing shaking some water off his glove* Hey Lach.....been a while, mate *turning to the other gentleman* I don't believe we have met, if you give me a moment I'll wander over and introduce myself.

[Arabella Porter]

*ara steps back a bit and nods* Yeah, he's alive, but he'll be dead if he ever comes in here again. *she looks to Lachlan* you know…maybe one day. 

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Gently brushing her chin with his had and taking off the GSRMD and then his coat, draping it around her* Lets get you out of this clothes soon, ok?

[Arabella Porter]

 *smiling* sounds like a damn good idea, handsome. *snuggles into the coat* first let me just pour this one a whiskey *pointing to Jon and walking behind the bar, looking around for simon.* Where's that posh little demon monkey? 

[Marshal Sir Jon Marshall]

He laughs, takes out his pipe and lights it. "It's a pleasure to meet you old chap! I'm Sir John. You have some impressive gadgets there sir; you must be quite the engineer." He walks over. "Well hello Lach! How's the aeronautics business, been on any interesting travels of late? More importantly, who is this lovely young lass who seems to have just joined us from Atlantis?" He bows to the soaked to the bone, yet lovely and mysterious young woman. "Please let me buy you three a round or five, there is much I'd like to discuss with you Lachlan."

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Smiling at Ara and walking to Jon, extending his hand* Oz..Oswin McGuinness, it's a pleasure and thanks, mate. They get the job done....ohh..hell, speaking of.. Archy...excuse me a quick second..*Running out the door looking at the right forearm readout..

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil stalks into the Gear. A silver topped red wooden cane in his hand. His clothes a dark charcoal gray though the puff tie at his neck a near shimmering silver fabric. Every inch of him immaculate in his appearance. His short beard neatly trimmed, and the edges looking razor straight. Even his shoes were polished to a high sheen. 

As soon as he looks around he notices Arabella and Oswin. He can't help but smile as he sees them. "Now this is a sight for a tired man's eyes. Arabella Porter it is a pleasure to see you once again! And Oswin, it's been far to long!"

[Marshal Sir Jon Marshall]

He raises his glass to Oswin and to the Mr. Heitzeltroff who has just entered the bar. "Mr. Heitzeltroff, it's delightful to see you again. How goes the quest for alchemical truth my ingenious friend?" He signals to the bartender with a deft swirl of his pointer finger, drinks all around. "Jolly good! Jolly good company.The tales should flow as freely as the taps this evening. Cheers, to old friends and new!" 

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Please. I am just Wil Sir Marshall. The only people who refer to me as Mr. Heizeltroff are clients and those poor souls begging me for mercy before an experiment." He laughs and settles into his normal chair with ease. Looking into the rafters for a moment he chuckles as he sees no sign of Simon. 

"It does seem that the latest grimoire I loaned our demon summoning primate is of some use as I haven't seen him since the night I gave him charge of it." He grins as he pulls out what seems to be a carved wooden ball. Touching the hidden catch it unfolds and opens into a full size pipe. Soon after he has filled it with an aromatic blend from his leather tobacco pouch. and lit it.

[Arabella Porter]

*she smiles at Jon's flattery and rings her hair out in the sink before watching as Oz walks out* don't die, alright? I just got back. *she calls after him and leans on the bar, Wil walking in, she pours him his favorite drink* Wil, how are you?