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.

 

                         ********IMPORTANT********

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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*Strolling in with his head buried in his notepad, usual garb and armaments hidden away.  After a few steps in he pauses for a moment, bounces on the floor a few times and looks up and around for a moment* Huh...the place seems......different *With an inquisitive squint and a few more looks around, he heads to where his stool loomed, seeming slightly out of place but sitting and taking off his hat and coat, laying them over the bar* Simon??? Old fashioned?? * Cautiously setting his bag and notepad down, the cheeky monkey poops up from behind the bar and mixes the drink* Well, then.  That's normal at least *take a sip and the monkey puts for a ghoulish primate grin* It's good, stop staring you're creeping me out. *Taking another sip and pack to pursuing his notes*

*sitting in the shadows,the glint of his eyes and soft glow of a cigarette just visible* Tim.

*Caught off guard by the noise and popping up from his notes turning and seeing the glow of the butt. Flipping on his reactor and arming his weapon though till keeping it holstered but ready to draw*You know, it's not the best idea to sneak up on a bloke like that. especially with things seeming a little....off *patting his pockets and saying to himself* How how the hell is it that I have all of this and not a damn flashlight?

*smirks* I've been here along..*appears behind the bar, smoke rising from his body briefly*

*Pausing and thinking to himself, listening to the man talk and then seeing the smoke and things clicking* Oh, hahe.  You Irish bastard. *smiling and disarming himself* Things just seem.....different in here so I'm a little on guard.  How are you mate? *Turning to face him and taking a sip*

*shrugs* im alright...you?

You know, I'm alright as well.  One of those days, I suppose. What can ya do?

Yeah...*lowers his head* what can ya do....

Yeap *taking a sip* How has everything been going?

Stepping out from the staff hallway and looking around. he sighed as he knew it was over.

*drops from the rafters and slams into the floor, dust rising and fkoorboards creaking. Octavius looks more rugged and disheveled than before, his bright eyes now deep and void of any glinting, his face unshaven and slightly gaunt.He walks to the bar and grabs a bottle from over the counter and places a small bag of coins on the bar top*

Glad to see a familiar face.*Stretching while sitting at the bar.* Back to square one eh?

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