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.

 

[Arabella Porter]

You been at work again, eh? *she pours the cherry phosphate and slides it on the bar in front of Joelle*

[Joelle Karma]

Yeh. trying to figure out how to get smoother rod action to the drive wheels 

[Arabella Porter]

*Walks downstairs and pauses with her breath caught in her throat as she locks eyes with the grey skinned man sitting at the bar, in front of him, a piece of parchment with an inky black spot* I'm looking for a pretty thing to give this to. *he growled low. Did she recognize him? No. However she knew exactly what he was here for.* Flowers usually work better. *The man chuckled when Ara said this and stood* Flowers are for ladies. *He said, flashing a gun. She drew and fired* OH well, never mind then.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wilhelm walks in just as the man hits the floor and grins at Ara. "Here I was worried about you taking up with Grim and his band of miscreants. It seems my mind slipped the fact you are no wilting lily Arabella!" 

He laughs and walks to the bar, quite literally stepping on the still bleeding corpse as if it were not there and settles on to a bar stool. "How are you my dear?"

[Arabella Porter]

*She giggles as the shot man coughs up blood from Wil's step, She fires again at the head and sighs, holstering her revolver and joining him from the other side of the bar* I'm alright, Wil. Just entertaining the gentlemanly suitors who come to take my head instead of my hand. Although I like this social style better. *pours him a drink* Diamond rings don't do anything but get lost or stolen and red is my favorite color. *pours herself a bourbon on the rocks* How about you? Holding up?

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

He laughs a bit and uses his cane to poke the corpse on the floor. "If he's dead you wouldn't mind if I borrowed him for a bit would you? I may have some use for it for some time." 

He takes a sip of his drink and smiles. "I am doing quite well it seems. Sales are going up as of late due to some complications with an american counterpart. I suspect that the Republic's investigators discovered his illicit trade and he's being 'reeducated' concerning such things." 

[Arabella Porter]

Yeah! I don't even know the bastard. Do what you want with him as long as you don't mind that weird discoloration on his skin. *takes a gulp of bourbon and draws her pistol as a shadow passes the window but takes a deep breath when it's just a common man. She moves toward the window and draws the curtains closed.*  Reeducated? You mean they're giving him a warning or what?

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil sighs and shakes his head. "The Grand Republic of America has reduced the freedoms of those who use and manipulate the super natural such as alchemists or magicians. Only those who work for the government are tolerated essentially. The rest are closely watched at all times namely by members of the DSS. The Department of Specialized Services. Only the most upper echelons of the department even know who all their agents are. No agent knows another either. If anyone under the eye of the DSS gets out of line and starts creating things that are illegal they are taken into custody and sent to facilities where they are basically brainwashed into obeying the laws."

[Arabella Porter]

So, your American counterpart is going to be brainwashed into submission.....so much for the point of science! *She scoffs as she returns to the bar for another gulp of bourbon* I can't imagine them doing that to you. although who knows what sorts of things you conjur in that lab of yours. One day, after you die, we're going to figure out that it was all a trick and you weren't as mysterious as we thought you were. We'll go into that lab of yours preparing ourselves for things beyond imagination, we'll open the doors and.....well....it'll all be alcohol and cherry phosphate.

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil just laughs and shakes his head. "Actually that is one of the reasons I'm living here instead of in America. They do want to do that to me. They also believe that I stole quite a lot of research from them."

[Arabella Porter]

And did you? *she leans on the bar, curious* I never knew that the great Wilhelm Heizeltroff had something to hide from. *she moves her glass between her hands and watches the dark amber liquid swish in the glass*

[Wilhelm A. Heizeltroff]

Wil laughs and takes a swig of his drink before looking out the window for a second before turning back. "Yes. I did. Dozens of projects that I created for them during the war. Projects that have become my life's work. When I retired I went back to clean out my desk. I gassed the entire compound and stole every file there. Took off and traveled the world for over a decade before I ended here. I had plenty of resources to start with and more than a few contacts thanks to my days with the military."

He pulls out a pipe and packs it while he continues. "I am a fugitive from my home land. In fact I have it on good authority I am one of the top five most sought after by the DSS. Though I have not hidden my location they can not seem to find a way to apprehend me. I suspect they are concerned with trying to attack my home. As you've seen it is an imposing structure and, rightfully so, they suspect it is far better defended than it looks."