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.
If you, *looks expectantly, leaning on the bar and raising her eyebrows with her mouth slightly open, waiting for some crack remark.*
-sits and sips his coffee- Cha know, but is an old friend, if the lass remembers me.
Of course I remember you, Mora. *pours herself a glass of ice water and takes a sip* I remember those who are kind to me. They are hard to forget.
-smiles- And I am good with coffee luv. -drops the accent-
*laughs* alright, then. *sips her water*
* Strolling in, usual garb, heavily armed but concealed, smirking with a glint in his eye* Good morning you two *walking over to his stool and setting his hat on the bar and sitting*
*smirks and takes the pack of cigars out of the compartment before placing it on the bar in front of him.* There's more where what came from in the back actually. *giggles* They didn't put up much of a fight.
*Smiling and shaking his head with a chuckle* Well, look at you *opening the box and taking a sniff* Mmmm. Thank you dear. These look amazing. Now, maybe you'll let me cook you dinner *winking and pulling out a teardrop shaped cigar cutter and cutting one of the sticks at the shoulder and putting it in his mouth* How is a good looking woman such as yourself doing this fine day?
-Chuckles and waves hello to Tim before sipping more of hi coffee as a small yellow / black cat like eyes look out from the bag around his shoulder.-
*sees the eyes from his bag and laughs* What kind of creature are you hiding, Inmora?
Creature, what creature?? -looks confused-
That's no apparition I see in your bag. *sits up on the bar and smiles with a gleam in her eye before leaning forward and mock whispering* Not to be nosy or anything.