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.
Grim nods and sighs as he settles back onto his own stool. "It's not going to be easy finding someone. Hopefully this new engine isn't going to be to hard to deal with. I've never even heard of this company he wants to buy it from! Some Harrison Development I think."
Harrison? *She remembers Tim's name change* The guy who runs that comes in here often. and as for a first mate...*do..it. "you know why Meiling is a pirate lord?" She heard charlotte's voice say. She shook her head again. "because she's strong, not safe." Ara slammed her hand down*
I can be your first mate. *she stared Grim in the eye* I'll take on your crew.
Grim looks at her rather shocked for a second then slowly smiles and nods. "You're right. She's strong but not safe. She just thinks she is cause she hides on that damned island behind a fleet of dogs who rush to her whistle. Wonder how safe she'd feel if those dogs kept falling over?"
He grinned and held out the massive paw of a hand. "I'm glad Heizeltroff was right. He told me to see if you were around actually. Said you were crazy enough to take it on. I'd be happy to have you on as first mate. Just need to get those engines put in and the supplies we need. Just so you know, this boat has personal cabins for everyone. Apparently it started life as a personal craft for Heizeltroff."
Once she shakes he stands up slowly. "I have to run though. Need to get started if I want to be ready to leave."
*Her smile was barely noticeable through her gaped mouth, breathing coarsely as he left. She felt something right...something correct about all of this but at the same time....she was terrified, and she liked it. She liked being terrified. Maybe that was what kept her in piracy in the first place.*
Casey picks up her rum and walks over to the piano. She touches it lightly with her fingertips then pulls out the stool. She sits down to play closing her eyes.
"I was forced to learn when I was little. I cant remember if Brielle was forced to play too. But now I love it. Great way to relax.... and Brielle will have me playing Christmas carols soon."
She plays a intricate classical piece... her hair down her back and her eyes closed....
Casey stops playing and stands up and turns to face Arabella.
"Why'd you stop?" Ara asked, turning away from the door, the adrenaline still running* I feel like dancing!
"But you just...." She points to the door.
"And you said...." She spins in a circle.
"You are going to...." She screams. THEN GRABS HER and starts flouncing....
*flounces with her* I'm...*was it so exciting? as she flounced with Casey she thought* Yeah....yeah....sure! why not? *she screams too and they scream and flounce together....into the night*
Casey July tip toes into The Gear. She turns around at the door and waves into the room a few dirty, small boys carrying packages, fresh holly, mistletoe, and huge Christmas tree and all kinds of shiny things.
She looks around the bar to see if anyone is there...when she realizes she is alone she has the boys drop all of the holiday cheer on the floor and presses gold coins into their hands. Kissing them on the heads and telling them "Blessed be" and swishing them out of the door...
Then she turns and throws her boots into the corner. She starts by pressing the large tree into the corner next to the piano. She grabs the little tin bucket and fills it with water to set the tree in. The whole room is filled with the smell of fresh pin and cinnamon.
She then sets to work trimming the tree and hanging mistletoe and holly everywhere...she lights candles that smell like spices and starts roping gold and silver fabric around the room...
"When Brielle gets here...she is going to think Holiday CHEER!"
She sings to herself...as she sets to work finishing the decorations....
Brielle wanders in, bundled in a long red wool coat with shiny gold buttons and a black fur hand muff. As she slowly takes the outer garments off, she first notices the smell of Christmas-spicy sweet with a hint of fresh pine. After placing her coat securely on the coat rack, she spins and a bright smile lights up her face as she sees the Rejected Gear transformed for the holidays.
Holly up the bannister, on the edges of the bar and interspersed with beatiful fabric in Christmas colors....upon closer inspection, mistletoe hung in semi private nooks and corners.....and the centerpiece, the huge beautifully decorated tree, trimmed with the same silver and gold fabric, and delicate blown glass ornaments, translucent but for the swirls and streaks of metallic shimmer.
She takes a deep breath in, and satisfied, takes a seat by the bar. Simon brings her a mug of mulled cider and she wraps her hands around it, grateful for the warmth. She sits back, sipping the cider and taking in the beauty around her, enjoying her own company for the moment.
Wilhelm steps in and is immediately assailed by the scents of all the decorations. The sight catching his eyes mere seconds later. He shakes his head with a small laugh and hangs his coat and hat on their normal peg. Using his cane he taps the snow from his shoes before moving to his normal table and sitting down. "Ahhh the holidays. A time of cheer and pleasure and small fortunes being spent on making every damn inch of the city as festive as possible!"