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.
Wil laughs and shakes his head. "I am hardly a professor kind sir. A professor teaches his art. I prefer to patent my art and sell it to the deepest pocket."
Captain who is after you?
Well, it would seem I may have angered a certain group of fanatical dark alienist cult members. Apparently killing one of their leaders and destroying a profane evil place of dispicable worship is a bad thing
ara enters in a leather vest and black cotton harem pants. She rolls her shoulders back, cracks her knuckles, and makes her way to the bar with a tired sigh, patting Wil's shoulder as she passes him and smiles tiredly to the rest, rubbing a new bruise on the back of her neck and pulling out a bottle of bourbon from behind the bar. "Gents," She raises the bottle and knocks back a gulp. She looks to jon. and scoffs.
Ara, May I have another vodka lemonade?
*pours his drink* Doctor, how you doing?
Ara , my dearest if you wouldn't mind *holds out an empty glass*
*fills his glass* Always for an *puts on fake southern accent* American gentleman.
Thank you Ara, I'm doing well I guess. I did something that I'm trying to forget so I traveled back in time to tonight
If I might ask Doctor, just what manner of temporal conveyance do you have .The last time traveler I saw had a peculiar Blue Box.
I find all of this chatter about alienist cults and time travel rather fascinating. Just in from Java myself.
These particular folk believe in some kind of super primitive alien go figure, um Cthulhu , I think it is.