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.

 

[Casey July]

"Please sir, join us!" She sits back down next to Brielle.

"So, little sis, do you want to see what I have brought you?" She starts to open her bag and then stops for dramatic flair....

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil shrugs and settles into the chair opposite them. "You know I'm aware quite well of the secrets of the aristocracy my dear."

He settles down before reaching back and grabbing his glass of scotch and takes a sip before getting comfortable.

[Casey July]

"And what secrets are those, my dear?" She takes a long drink from her whiskey bottle and sets it on the table. She leans close to him on her arm and smiles as she looks him in the eyes.

"I do love to have someone I have never met tell me tales."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She scoots a bit closer, eyes sparkling.

"You know you shouldn't have..." her face cracking into a smile despite herself.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil laughs softly and sips his scotch. "My own family was quite wealthy when I was a young man. The obedience and manners of the noble were pushed on myself and my siblings. Our lives were detailed out for us. Until the day I began studying the human form and noticed certain undeniable physical characteristics of the maid's son with myself or my father. It took me three months to get absolute evidence that my father was the father of the maid's son as well. Announcing that fact caused me to be beaten quite badly." 

He laughs and sips his scotch again. "The aristocracy has often hidden it's indiscretions albeit quite badly."

[Casey July]

Casey July winks at Wilhelm , then she grabs her bag and pulls out a crunchy brown package tied with a twin bow.

"When I saw this I knew that you needed it." She has Brielle the package.

She turns back to Wilhelm and sticks a cigar in her mouth. She stands and pushes herself away from the table, "Sir, do you have a light?"

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She smiles as the package is placed into her hands, the paper crinkling as she gently undoes the ribbon and then unfolds the paper. She lets out a little sigh of happiness upon seeing the contents within.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil smiles and pulls a box of matches from his inner pocket. Striking one he holds it out for her to light from. "Always amazes me to see a lady who enjoys a good cigar. So few do."

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

A fezz wearing blue macaque pokes it's head out from the infirmary and chitters at Simon while pointing at the Turkish tabak then the bourbon at the far end of the bar.

[Casey July]

She leans in and lights her cigar with the match Wilhelm offers taking in a deep breath. She then gently blows out the match, pursing her lips and blowing the smoke in his face. The expensive smell swirls around them both.

She starts to talk, quickly turning to Brielle, "Well, bright blue taffeta always makes you squeal. I never understood why. But I guess now you can have a Christmas dress made."

She continues to stand, watching Brielle as she gently touched the taffeta. "You won't even believe where I sold THAT from!"

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil smiles than hears a particular sound from his vest pocket. Pulling out his pocket watch he opens it to check the time and sighs. "Well I'm afraid I must run. My meeting with Grim was only the first of the night."

Standing he smiles and bows to both of them. "Ladies. I must bid you both good evening. Brielle I'm sure I will see you soon. Miss July I hope to see you as well."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She shakes her head and stands, giving Casey a hug and a sincere thank you.

"I will and I won't. Do tell!" She smirks a little, hands drifting over the beautiful fabric.