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.
*Ara takes a sip and giggles at Casey* Hong Kong? Must be big. Are you allowed to give details?
Casey finishes her beer and signals to Arabella for another one. She sits down on her stool and puts her face in her hands feasting her elbows on the bar. She almost starts giggling,
"Yes Grim Dear, details." She smiles wide as she swings her legs under the bar, "We LOVE details."
Grim shrugs and takes another swig of the whiskey. "Not much to tell really. There is a competitor in Hong Kong who has been making rip offs of some of his formulas. My job is to disable the factory and make the formulas go away. But I got a small ship as part of the payment. Now I just need a crew for it. I've got a couple of blokes I'm confident I can get but that's just the start. Apparently Wil wants to have some kind of weird engine installed in the thing before I leave. Say's it'll make it faster than anything."
*can't suppress her laughter at Casey's comment and slides another beer towards her* Grim, Casey, do either of you enjoy a nice bit of shisha? I have my hookah with me tonight *she says, filling the base of it to a proper point* and as for making formulas go away I mean, thank the devil for copies.
Casey scoots closer to Arabella. " I would like a little. I don't have any good cigars tonight."
"I would be happy to go with you Grim. It would be wonderful. I have a way with men, and tight places." She winks at Grim and flirts her long blonde hair again, "But I promised Brielle that I would stay around for the holidays. And if I go trapsing off she would kill me!"
Grim gives a deep throated chuckle and shakes his head. The points of his beard waving back and forth. "Miss I'm not sure you'd want to be on this boat. Though I know the boys would definitely enjoy your company. I'm just concerned they'll try to enjoy it even when you don't. Of course given Two-Slice that concern is just as likely without a woman aboard!"
He drinks the rest of the whiskey in a single gulp and grins. "To be honest though what I need to find last for the crew is someone who can keep those bastards in line when I have to either sleep or work on the items I'll need to finish the job."
*Ara perks up and then thinks* no...I wouldn't dare. Wil would never allow it. *She lights a coal and places it on top oof the foil via tongs before sucking in the sweet smoke and releasing it in a slow exhale. she passes it to Casey* I have a few suggestions. *she says*
*Casey sees the glint in Arabella's eyes. She feels the excitement run through her veins with the alcohol and then melt away as she sucks in the sweet smoke.*
"I work alone so much, it is easier to slip away from trouble. But, Arabella knows a lot more trouble makers, I mean good ship mates then I do." She realize how that sounds and stammers, "I mean, she knows more people that work well together then I do."
Casey laughs and turns to Grim.... she tickles his beard... "You like to slip into trouble?"
Grim grins a bit but gently extracts Casey's hand from the thick mass of his beard. "I prefer to walk into trouble and see if it can stay standing when it meets Hjalmfluga. So far it can't."
He looks to Ara and chuckles. "Who do you know that you think could handle the likes of those who would travel with me? The list of available first mates who have the reputation and personality to deal with them is pretty damned short."
I...no...no I don't... *she shook her head and poured herself another glass of rum as Jabber jumped behind the counter* If I think of anyone I'll let you know. *she takes another puff from her hookah*
Casey slowly sits down and untangles her legs from the stool she was holding herself up on to reach Grim's beard.....
"I don't mind doing it standing..." She musters to herself and she sets down. "Can I have a small glass of rum? I want to play the piano!"
*Ara pours her the glass of rum and looks up to Simon* Do we even have a piano? *Simon climbs down from the rafters and presses a button under the bar. Suddenly, the floor shakes and the fireplace turns around. A piano appears and Ara shakes her head* pffffft what don't we have?