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.

 

                         ********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.

 

[Arabella Porter]

  Sounds like a good time *she smiled before David entered* Where the hell have you been? *He asked* Obviously here, captain. *she sassed* Excuse me if I didn't leave a trail of red thread. *David scoffed* You're in trouble. Get back to the ship immediately. I want you in my study. *Ara shot him a stern look but then turned her attention to Lee with a wave* Sounds like I better go. I'll see you around. *She smiled and began walking out with her bag but apparently not fast enough.* You've literally ruined my night. *David said aggressively as they left*

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

Wheels creaking, a closed wagon pulls up before the Gear and out tumbles a trio of short, barrel chested teamsters. The driver drops chocks under a front wheel and heads over to the front door and raps upon the door while the other two shamble around to back of the wagon and proceed to unload a medium-ish crate from the back.

Upon hearing a knock at the door, Sarge sets down a tattered copy of Sun Tzu's Art of Child-rearing and 'gallops' over to answer...*klip-klop, klip-klop, klip-klop* Opening the door, he greets the gent in over-alls standing before him, "Hello there my good man...that's my chair then? Please, bring it in and I'll sign for it." With a quick sketch, he signs the board and directs the pair of movers to place the crate by his old chair and offers a tip to take the tattered one away. After the teamsters have left, the Sarge pries open the crate to reveal his new chair...

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*Silver strides in, soaked through and through, with her arm around a blonde gent who was also soaked to the bone. Both were laughing and even as they giggled trying to catch their breath Silver Pulled an octopus off her coat sleeve..they both got quiet a moment as they stared at the writhing sea creature before falling back int peels of laughter pointing at the octopus and managing half words*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle had been spending the rainy day sipping Irish on Irish Coffee and reading a new book she had been looking forward to. She hears the faint jingle of the bell as the door opens, followed by riotous laughter. She spots the octopus and tilts her head, a bit puzzled, and waits for the pair to calm down to find out what the hullabaloo was about.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*silver opens the door and tosses the octopus out managing to calm most of her laughter though the blonde gent was leaned over at this point holding his sides* ello Brie*she said cracking into a smile*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

The corner of her mouth twitches up and she lets out a little giggle.

"Captain Silver, pleasure to see you in here and not exploding! May I ask what the is going on with your slippery suctiony little friend and whatever is so funny?" She stands up and walks behind the bar, pouring a round of drinks. "Any specific requests?"

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

RUm for the both of us please. Well, since you ask. My little Air ship decided she wanted to be a SEA ship..I accidentally landed her in the bay..Lost pressure too fast, it happens...but my crew had to swim and*chuckles* and....Y-You should've seen their faces*starts laughing again* by the way, this is Jonx, I believe you've met his imposter before. This is the REAL Jonx Hackney.

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

With a quick ratta-tat-tat at the door, a smallish, olive complexioned man struggles a rickety old wheel barrow through the doorway and over to the midpoint of the bar. At a nod from Sarge, he lifted and placed a cask from the barrow to the bar, turned and bowed toward Ian and wheeled the barrow back outside.

The Sarge stands up from his chair, strides over to the cask and announces, "To one and all on this All Hallow's Eve, a Cask of Amontillado. Please do partake." He then with mallet, drives home the tap and fills a goblet for himself.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle wanders in, in a green gossamer gown and delicate chiffon fairy wings.

She sees Ian and smiles.

"I knew I couldn't possibly be the only one in the Halloween spirit! She giggles and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek before looking over to the cask. "Now what is this, exactly, darling?"

[Joelle Karma]

enters the bar sits on a small stool and orders scrambled eggs and chees wraps her tail around one of the stools legs 

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

"In spirit of the holiday, I had a 'Cask of Amontillado' shipped from my cellars in Edinboro dear. Poe would appreciate it...." I answered with a mild flourish.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She smiles and dips down into a slight curtsy before stepping behind the bar and picking up a crystal goblet, which she then fills halfway, taking a dainty sip. She nods to Joelle. "Good evening dear!"