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.
Well, since I can't get decent food outside of New Orleans... winks
Guess you'll have to settle for us. *returns the wink*
*leans in close to Ara *Lovely ladies make any food worthwhile
Thanks , now Im wanting dessert.
*smiles mischievously* You flirts. One day i'll have to poison those drinsk of yours. flattery is a threat to the establishment.
*Feigning innocence as I place my hand over my heart* Im hurt my dear,
*sticks her tongue out*
not unless you're on a ship with me for three weeks with nothin. but bread*giggles, falls into the bar, busts her face on the stool, and slides to a comical stop on the floor* I can't handle being this drunk guuuys..*the said slowly from under the bar*
someone help this one up? You hit your head, silver down there? *grabs an ice pack out of the freezer because if it's historically accurate, it isn't steampunks*
steps into the gorgeous room sits her rat on the bed with her duffle bag, before sitting on the bed slowly removes her worn leather pants then the the filthy leather corset with the what use to be whit cap sleeved blouse. now dingy grey color. she looks at herself in the mirror. she frowns looking at her mechanical legs what ma would find a mess like me attractive. She removes her goggle and fills the tub with hot water and and sothing oilsand soaps. She sits on the edge of the tub removes her under garments and her legs and slides in the water. smiles thinking to herself how good it feels to be clean she whistles the Her !st mate rat He drags in a pair of clean undergarments. She thanks by petting his head.
*rolls on her back messing with the chain-mail part of her corset that bullet proofs it* Lee! Lee! This feels wieerd...can someone get me some rum, I think it'll fix the issues...eseseses.*starts making noises*
You're a fresh one. *says to Lee and then peers over the bar at Silver* You need water you clockwork tragedy! *laughs*