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.

 

[Captain Silver SteamAether]

Ah! It's a handshake fest in here! I shall break this cycle! *Hugs Max* there!

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Chuckling* How is the Wyvern? I need to get out more often.  I haven't traveled too far from town in a while.

[Arabella Porter]

Nous voyagerons au Provence en Juin. *Ara told Dominique as they walked in with a giant crate and set it down. Chanter walked in behind them,* Chanter, do I need to get out a cat of nine tails for you to move your bloody arse out of the way? *Chanter backs up* Why am I here anyways? *there was a drunken yell and gun fire from down the street. Ara raises her eyebrows expectantly at the native American A.B.S. He sighs obnoxiously loud and you can hear a loud click as the barrel of his gun flips up into its rightful place. There's two shots, a woman's scream, and then silence before he walks back in* peace and quiet, miss, *He smiles and sits down. Ara and Dominique laugh before Ara takes a crowbar out of her bag. Dominique shoots her a strange look* Quoi? *says Ara* Esce-que tu pense que je veux l'ouvrir avec mes ongles ou quelque choses? *Dominique shakes her head and Ara opens the crate to reaveal a giant box of Tea cans* jackpot *she says and then Chanter comes over with a hammer and nails. They reseal the crate and then Dominique and Chanter push it outside. After a few minutes, Ara can hear laughter and a thud as the crate is loaded into the back of a cart. She waves as it drives off and Chanter walks back in* Dominique didn't want to stick around? *she asks* I don't know. *Ara nods* right.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*The air by the door starts crackling and swirling about, with a loud thunder crack and a flash of light, Tm appears in his usual dress, goggle adorned face with his coat emanating smoke for a brief second. He fiddles with a dial and looks up and smiled* Hey there

[Arabella Porter]

you're a handsome face that I haven't seen in awhile. *she smirks and looks to chanter who's walking upstairs* where are you going? *Chanter calls behind him* just...up! *Ara looks back to Tim* He hasn't been off ship in awhile. *she walks up to him* now, where did those green eyes go? *pretends to be looking for them* I could of sworn that you had them. You didn't lose any, did you? *laughs and taps on one of the goggle lenses*

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Grinning and moving his goggles to his hat and grabbing her by the waist, smiling* Better? You're right. I haven't seen you in a while. I lose track of time. How are you, gorgeous?

[Arabella Porter]

 ugh, busy in the hometown. winds have been rough and there's been a lot of storms. Storms mean that the trade ships are delayed and delay means rough business so we're doing some black market work on the east side and that means dealing with the gangs which means I have to see people I used to know which means..*she shakes her head* it goes on and on *wraps her warms over his shoulders* What have you been up to? Not trying to be one with any stone walls I hope.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Chuckling and squeezing her sides* I've been good since I had that run in with the stool, fortunately.  Just been working out some kinks and tweaking a few things with Archy. Also installed a power regulator adjuster on the GSRMD so I don't have to adjust it the hard way, so been playing with that. You know, same ole *Wrapping his arms around her back and kissing her*

[Arabella Porter]

*giggles and then sighs into the kiss* I missed that, you know. Hey, *kisses him* I was wondering how the security systems on the Archimedes are. I could probably test their strength for you if you wanted.

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

I've missed that to...and you *winking*  Well, as you know, there is just the single dorr and after all that fun on testing day, I installed a remote locking security latch on the main hatch and also on engineering. I've got a nice little control module for everything and tweaking some remote piloting options. So, there is that and the open glass front, and well, the weapon hatches.

[Arabella Porter]

*she flashes a mischievous grin* aww, no surprises. What a pity. *laughs* Well, at least it's safe to say that no one's going to hijack her and you won't end up with a bullet in your head or walking the plank. It's different from the ocean, no waves to catch you. *sticks her tongue out*

[Oswin Bernerd McGuinness]

*Grinning* The ground is a little tougher, won't not bode well for inertial dispersion.  So what's new pretty lady? *Letting her go and taking of his hat, walking to a stool and sitting, throwing the hat on the bar*