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.

 

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*nods back at Brie and turns to fully face you. there's blood and oil from the top of her goggles to the soles of her shoes* oh, Evening corporal. I barely noticed y-y-you*she said her vocals glitching a bit. she hissed some steam and took a drink from her glass*

[Lady Brielle Serra]

"SIlver, darling, are you alright? You don't look as though you've had a very fun evening dear...." She tilts her head, her body tense with concern for her friend and what could possibly be coming in after her.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

Yeah.*looks over at Brie not seeming to be all there* h-has anyone one seen my gun?*she brushed her shirt off her belt revealing that not only was her seven shot revolver missing but so was most of her side* oh wait...*she jammed her hand down into the hole in her ribs before pulling out her gun* nevermind. I found it..

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Brielle winces. Pulling herself together she stands and then walked around to Silver's good side, gently laying a hand on her arm.

"Silver, dear...I think you may be in shock....there is a good deal of you that is literally no longer present right now....shall we fix you up?"

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

M'lady don't fret*she stood up suddenly with a flourish* t'was only my left side. I'm all RIGHT now*laughs then stumbles backwards* All right*starts giggling uncontrollably* ya, ya get it Brie? Lee, Lee, you get it?*laughing hysterically now*

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

A loud flushing sound emanates from a door in the back marked Gents followed by the sound of running water. Cursing about the lack of paper towels and those blasted blow dryers recently installed, an older gent in smoking jacket and fez shoves open the door and stalks over the bar grumbling about everything in general. "Simon," he calls out,"if you wouldn't mind another Bugman's Best in a 'dirty pint' and a jar of 'trampled peanuts' as well."

[Lady Brielle Serra]

Simon hops from rafter to rafter and then down a post, chattering all the while. He mixes the drink and then sends it over to the grumbling gent. 

Meanwhile, Brielle is becoming very concerned about the maniacal laughter. She tries to give a reassuring smile and nervous giggle. "Yes dear, I DO get it....She smooths down Silvers shirt and then tries to take her arm. "Well...why don't we get you somewhere more comfortable at least? I know Felix won't mind if we give you a room for the night....and some medical attention...." She mutters the last part under her breath.

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

Wait!*stops moving every gear locking up before she hissed steam* Is that Ian?! *lurches forward half landing on him her coat soaked with oil and blood* my god, how long has it been? I haven't seen you in a bit! *grins Aether and steam escaping her lips*

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

"Why hello dear! Kiss us a smooch and hug!" he says easily carrying Silver over to his chair under the stuffed octopus.

[Lady Brielle Serra]

She gives a little sigh of relief as Ian takes control of the situation, expertly getting her somewhere a bit safer.

"Ian, dear...do let me know if she isn't doing so well and there needs to be further immediate medical attention?"

[Sgt. Ian MacBrooke]

Catching Lee at his sneaky-thievery, Ian calls out, "Simon sees everything that goes on in here lad. That bottle'll go on your tab, just like the rest of us."

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

*looks up at Ian* I um, am missing my side apparently. but i found my gun see?*pushes her shirt back to reveal again, her gun and the giant hold in her side that gave a glimpse into the fine tuned gears that ran an automaton-human (hybrid?) * I-I-I-I think I'll be fine*she vocally glitched again her Aether green eyes starting to darken some and barely reacts to Ian's carrying voice*