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.

 

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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!!!

 

Facebook:

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Rejected-Gear/116007448555003

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.

 

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"Oh, but would you not like to warm yourself by the fire before heading out? It's rather cold outside for a summer evening and I fear you will catch cold!" 

In reply, he crams his hat back on, mutters an apology and fumbles with the door until he gets hold of it, then stubs his left shoe as he yanks it open and nearly falls out into the main street, catching his coat in the door as it closes.

She sits in astonishment. "alright then..."

BAH THOOM! the Gears doors go flying open as Lachlan Bursts in yelling over his shoulder  "I don't care Rollie ! just don't the two of  you make a scene...PLEASE !"  *talking out loud to anyone listening or not* NEVER let a magistrix and 1/2 fairy loose together.

It looks like you've already made quite the scene dear.*is sitting in a wheelchair by the fire whittling, steam escaping from between her teeth*

What happened to you? Some one get the drop on ya? *hugs Sils neck*

*laughs* no, I wrecked a scutter into the docks a few months back. something went awry with the steering. 

Ugh, well any wreck ya can make it out of I suppose. Have you seen many other folk around?

It was nearly noon as Wilhelm limped through the door. His red vest unbuttoned and his clothing smudged with what appeared to be soot and dirt. His usual coat and hat were missing and even his cane were nowhere to be seen. It appeared he hadn't even shaved that day.

He made his way to the bar without looking around and with none of his usual charm or grace. He dropped heavily on a stool, reached across the bar and grabbed a glass and the cheapest, strongest liquor he could see. Pouring a full glass he drained it in a single gulp, grimacing at the end.

   Steps are heard from the stairway with none other than Dorian Grey to follow them and of course, a red haired beauty to follow Dorian. She kissed him on the cheek on her way out the door, taking a moment to shoot a rather judgmental look at Wil before leaving. Dorian, still buttoning his shirt and fixing his cravate, followed her stare and raised an eyebrow. 

 "And I thought you were simply shirking last night's engagement." Dorian smiled. "Dare I inquire?"

Wil looks at Dorian with a blank expression, like it took a moment to remember him. "Shirking? Engagement? No. No I was busy. But now I'm not." His eyes growing wide as he continues. "I guess I am not anything now. Just another penniless pauper destined to sleep in the refuse of the alleys."

He poured imself another glass and drained it as well.

"Sleeping in alley ways?" Dorian chuckled as if Wil were kidding, "You have my attention. What sort of squabble has my good friend fallen to? Did an experiment explode? You may always seek shelter in my White Chapel home while the mess is cleaned. It's right next to the theater, a good bit of fun although  they recently hired this dreadful set painter." He ghosted behind the bar counter and plucked out a bottle of wine, pouring himself a glass and setting it on the counter. "Either way, I have all the time in the world so please," He smirked with an eager twinkle in his eye. "Do tell me of your situation." 

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