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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*Wil makes his way in slowly and goes to the table. Settling into his chair he leans back and sighs heavily* Simon. Scotch. Don't care which my furred friend

 

*walks in before feeling ...different....she sees a dark figure in the corner, as he slowly goes for his holster she comes in behind him with a knife and giggles* Practice could have made perfect. *she stabs him in the back with a knife and lets him fall off his stool* no manners, really. *she gives him the usual head shot and drags him to the back before cleaning up the blood spatter and wiping down the bar.*

*Walking in, in the usual, screwdriver in hand,  making some adjustments to gear on his left forearm and looking up at almost to the bar, seeing some red spatter, looking at Ara*  Again? *sitting down and taking his hat and coat off, continuing the adjustments*

*she smiles and shrugs* I didn't give him a chance to draw. What are you up to, handsome? *pulls out a bottle of scotch and holds it up for his approval*

*Smiling with a quick nod* Well....I was actually, going to draw....If I could have the chance *winking pulling out his note pad and a pencil*  How are you, good lookin?

I'm alright. *pours the scotch and sets it on the bar in front of him before hopping up and sitting on the counter* Captain's been having me do the weirdest missions. How about you?

*Smiling and taking the glass* Thank you, dear.  I'm alright. A little of this and a little of that on my mind. Tuning up some equipment and such.  Probably a low key week

*rolls her eyes, smiling* for once.

*Looking up and raising a brow* Look who's talking. Don't make me come over there

*sticks her tongue out* Why shouldn't I? *grins mischievously*

*grinning and taking a sip* You know, you have a good point there

*winks and pours herself a glass of Jim Bean* Maybe I'm luring you in. careful.

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