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.
********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.
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Permalink Reply by Arabella Porter on
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I have a feeling he'll be around tonight. *she assures her* I bet he's on his way as we speak.
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Permalink Reply by Oswin Bernerd McGuinness on
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*Standing up with a groan and chuckling at Wil's comment* Wouldn't be any fun changing too much, now would *Winking and bending down picking up his suede john bull topper and brushing it off, standing up and cracking his neck, then rubbing it. Dusting off the frock coat* I'll have to tell you over a drink.. been playing with a few things *flashing a devilish grin and putting on his hat and tipping it to Bri* I'm just glad the belt held up or there would have been a bit more of a mess here for you to clean up * picking up the gsrmd and checking it over* Well.. at least I can fix her..
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Belt *she mumbled, remembering the mutiny* shit. *walks over, sheepishly towards the bar and puts on her black apron over the brown dress*
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Permalink Reply by Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff on
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Wil nods and waves to Oswin. "Of course. I never change no matter how long I'm gone. As evidenced by my little hiatus."
He looks around in the rafters and nods to the familiar face of Simon. The monkey drops down and pulls out a piece of charcoal. Writing on the table in a strange alphabet Simon grins at Wil and winks before scuttling off. Wil stares at the writing in shock and than grins and mutters, "Well I'll be damned."
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Permalink Reply by Valarian H. Vol on
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*Val walks in, surveying the scene* oh dear, what have I missed?
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Permalink Reply by Lady Brielle Serra on
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Brielle giggles and nods to Valarian.
"Oh, you just only missed Oswin returning home after a long journey in the usual way, which is through the roof...." She starts counting to herself trying to figure out how many times this has happened and how much this has costed the bar.
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*silently knocks back her southern comfort.* Val, what can I pour you? Bri you too. I hear I'm not supposed to give you any more absinthe. Wil? drink? *looks to Oz* so where have you been?
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*Chuckling as Bri counts* Don't bother, dear. How ya been Val? *Not paying attention to what Ara said and then it clicking* Oye! *As she's walking away and walks towards the bar, Setting the GSRMD on the bar and taking off his coat, exposing the AER and usual sidearm gun rig and the shoulder holster*
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*smiles to Oz* so, stories. Where were you? *asks nervously, trying to escape the conversation.*
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*Clearing his throat with a raised brow, motioning for her to come over with his finger*
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Not too much my good fellows *nodding to Ara and Oswin* I've just been trying to avoid getting killed by heaven's finest *chuckles*
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As per usual Val *Ara smiles*
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