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]

Besides, even if you don't have a capable man, in what world would I ever let anyone hurt you without getting through me first? *She pours herself a glass of bourbon*

[The Raven]

while taking one last gulp of vodka i notice a strange figure standing outside the door peeking into the gear, Ara are you sure those garments a legit?

[Arabella Porter]

No, of course not, I stole them from a draper in Kensington. *She scoffed* I never actually....PAY. What's the point of being a pirate if you can't take the unimportant stuff for free? *she notices the figure and looks to Jacob* out of all the things I've been hunted for, Jacob, dresses is not one of them.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle looks to the door and shrugs. 

"If they cause trouble, we have enough guns in here to fend them off. They might just want a drink."

[The Raven]

(Getting up from the bar giving Ara money for the drink) it was delicious grabbing my coat off the coat rack and my derby walks out the door and confronts the mysterious person who kept peeking inside.

[Arabella Porter]

*shrugs* Ok, *looks to Bri with a snicker* I'm glad we have such a manly man to fend of mean people for us poor fema- *she can't finish her sentence because she's cracking herself up.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle flicks out her fan, fluttering it and smiling.

"It seems odd, now, but at one point I would have expected it, if not been relying on it..."

[Arabella Porter]

you know, dear, *her laughter dies down* A long time ago, I would have expected it too if anything.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She sits, reflecting for a moment before standing up and walking behind the bar, reaching up on tip toe to grab a bottle of her favorite wine and then pouring a glass. She looks pointedly at Ara's feet.

"So...how are the heels treating you now?"

[Arabella Porter]

*Ara walks around a little without the bar to help her and smiles* Comfy. although I won't be able to wear them much. I could still keep them and when I need a makeshift weapon, crack the heel off and tie it to a stick. *She shrugs* But they're cute, aren't they? they make me feel like one of them posh little peacocks on the good end of town. *A figure walks in and aims but she draws and shoots without looking, sipping her drink as the body falls to the ground* Can't wear heels with a bounty on your head though.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

The body falls to the ground with a thunk and a shadow of blood oozes out beneath. Brielle goes a bit pale.

"You know...I don't think I'll ever get quite used to the casual death though..."

[Arabella Porter]

hm? oh! *Ara looks to the body* Well I'm sure you will at one point. It took me awhile to get used to it when I was first pressganged. I also had to get used to people trying to kill me but honestly, they turned into being one in the same. If I can get used to it, I'm sure you can too. It'd be worse if you were not used to the sight of blood to be honest. *she laughs* Thank goodness for medical experience.