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.
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!!!
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! Don't you dare! If he blows this place up...." She dashes right in front of her and goes to knock the pitcher out of her hands.
*raises the pitcher* he won't blow it up as long as I have this water! Don't get your knickers in a twist! *it spills to the floor* well fuck.
you can throw it, but it wont hit me...
*his body begins to smoke and his skin crackles and smoulders in places*
She watches at the pitcher crashes and then looks over to see Octavius smouldering.
"Oh no...oh no oh no...oh no!" She frowns and then looks up and glares at him.
"Get out. Now! There is no need to blow this place up, and if you do...you'll have to answer to Felix!"
*by now most of Octavius control of the Fire is now gone*
*laughter made more devilish by the flames that now begin to ignite across his body*
*looks up to Octavius* well, we're screwed.
Brielle drags a hand across her face in exasperation. "God dammit. Is there any way to get him out of here at this point?"
*laughs and rushes for the sink again*
Wil sees the flames going up and shakes his head. "Brielle! Come with me." He hurries quickly towards the meeting room with the vault in it.
"If Ara wants to burn her own backside she can stay but we shouldn't pay for it!" Shoving into the room he quickly opens the vault and waits to see if she joins him.
*calls to Wil* oh come now! it'll be like a sauna with all the steam.
She looks from Wil to Octavius and then nods at Ara.
"You got yourself into this...you can get yourself out of it. I"ll patch you up after if you can't do enough damage control on him...." She watches as the flames grow, engulfing Octavius. She quickly scampers towards Wil and safe cover.
*smiles and fills a whole bucket with water* come now! I need to steam my pores out. I've been working all damn say. *says to Octavius*