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.
*gets a strange look on her face* you mean…*looks down* but he…he seems damn strong it's just…his temper seems more…
Wil stops and takes a more serious look. "Tell me your concerns and I'll try and explain what I can of him. I have hired Grim many times over the past several years and have learned a fair amount about him."
*looks at him for a moment and goes to open her mouth but then stuffs it with the bottle of bourbon and downs the last drop* I'm not scared of this guy. I haven't seen *hic* his temper yet but he hired me and *remembers their deal about Meiling* I've taken this job. Death is an occupational hazard. I don't need you playing dad. *laughs* although if you talk to him, don't forget to add in that you want me home by midnight or else you'll crack his 50 pound balls off *cackles*
I've seen normal people walk through solid walls
My dear Ara, I am quite certain of the existence of dijinn and many other spiritual powers. I owe my extended youth to an amulet given to me by a Himalayan monk. The existence of the Old Ones is perfectly within reason, though it boggles the mind why anyone would pray for their arrival.
*looks back from the table8 djiin, shayteen, spirits, ghosts, sure. Again, I've been on a haunted ship but I don't believe in any bat winged squid. *gives a wide eyed look to Wil*
I'm going to investigate this bat winged squid
I say Doctor, that must be quite the startling sight.
Indeed, but it needs to be investigated
tricky business there Doctor. The priests of said cult are a knot of nasty wankers; and I would hope any attempt to cross into their plane of existence, if it exists, would fail for your sake my good man.
I'm very resourceful and I have a lot of my inventions at my disposal.
Well thank you for the drinks, sets the money on the counter. Ara keep the change. Have a great night "Walks out the door"