The Rejected Gear
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.
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Permalink Reply by Captain Silver SteamAether on
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*shakes head still coughing tugging desperately at her shirt fighting with the cravat*
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Permalink Reply by Captain Lachlan Bellraven on
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Um, not exactly how, but might I be of assistance
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*she shook her head and pulled out her book knife cutting off the cravat before managing to get the shirt off standing now in her corset and pants*
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Permalink Reply by Sgt. Ian MacBrooke on
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Across the street from the Gear, a gent in grey houndstooth and plaid keeps watch on the passersby, well-heeled and not so. Hat canted low and wearing an expression of disinterest in his stance, he relights a half-smoked, dark cigar and leans back further into the shadows, the only point of light being the occasional glint from his badge.
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Scurrying from under the refuse prominent along the byways of wharfs and lowlife dwelling dives like the Obtuse Hog, the rat-like creature looks up and chitters in irritation at the gent. In response, 'houndstooth' crouches and beckons to the black-furred rodent and allows it purchase for the climb to his shoulder.
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Permalink Reply by Arabella Porter on
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In a brown dress, Ara enters, in a black cloak, letting the hood down and smoothing out her wavy hair. She walks to the bar. "Christ, this place is getting dusty." She wipes down the bar and sweeps up before pouring herself a glass of southern comfort with a splash of soda and a lemon. "Where the bloody hell is everyone?" Jabber climbs down from the rafters and hangs out behind the counter, tapping on a wine bottle, his face distorted in the reflection.
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*follows Arabella in steam escaping in a excited giggle* oh man, do I have some stories to tell. *see's Ara* Hello m'lady *sweeps into a bow then looks around* my my my, what a dusty gear, I'll help clean some of this up.
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Go for it! *tosses Silver a broom* Long time no see, mate!!
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Permalink Reply by Oswin Bernerd McGuinness on
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**The bar is quiet while Ara dusts the bar. There is a thud on the roof and a faint engine sound in this distance. A scream is heard rapidly approaching as Oz crashed through the roof, through the table, trailed by two small things of steam, bounce a few feet in the air as a bright shimmer travels around his body and his belt buckle sparks, shorts and has a small overload, catching on fire... he groans, as the GSRMD rolls off the roof falls and on to his stomach with a thud. Another groan and he lays there in his dressier outfit*
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*catches the broon and half sweeps up some of the debris sighing* Oswin, really? I can't keep sweeping up your glass, I mean I could but it's more effort than you're worth*she chuckled*
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She ducks behind the bar and as the dust settled and the steam rose, she rose back up and stared, not even going over to help him up. She sighs frusterated with her arms crossed. "Really? Another sun roof?"
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Permalink Reply by Lady Brielle Serra on
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Brielle walks in with a few shopping bags and is dressed in an emerald gown. She walks in and then looks around as the dust is settling, and then up. She mumbles something that sounds vaguely like a curse before scanning the bar and seeing Ara and then Owsin lying on the floor.
"Again?" She shakes her head and kneels down beside him to make sure he was actually only scraped and bruised up.
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