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.







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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I have my tools on me if any are needed

you're...*she's staring at you open mouthed* no way...you're not Captain Karma...*wide eyed wonder*

sits at the bar and tightens the gears and processors in her legs


A hooded figure enters the bar and Ara turns to face ze. She breaths heavily as ze sits down. she walks to the bar and pours the figure a drink* I'll take a double shot. *the apparent man says* Of what? *asks Arabella. He then suddenly stands and Ara draws her gun* Come to think of it, I might take a shot myself! *she shouts as she jumps up on the bar to kick the man in the face but he grabs her ankle and pulls her down, hitting the counter with her chin on the way down. They tangle on the floor a bit before Ara pins him and presses the barrel of her revolver into the palm of his hand and shoots. She rolls off of him and scrambles out the door, Jabber following her out after jumping down from the rafters. The man, holding his bleeding hand, moans in pain but stands and runs out after her. A wanted paper is left behind on the floor.


puts her rat Ghost by the blood he sniffs it and points the way they went

wait!*reaches out for you* Joelle! *takes a couple steps and slides to her knees* dang it ...I need to refill my boiler first*frowns*

     * Ara walks in with Dorian Grey following. They were silent until she poured two glasses of Merlot, sliding one to him. They clinked glasses and took a sip.* Your friend, Wilhelm is a most amusing companion. *He said* It's a shame you didn't join that night. *Ara shook her head* Why don't you just leave it alone? *she asked him. He shrugged* alright, if my forwardness offends you... *there was a long silence as they sipped at their wine. Not awkward, but something seemed unnatural*

Brielle walks in the front door, starting to pull the pins out of her hair. She looks up and spots Ara, and right next to him Dorian and quickly starts reversing the undoing process with a hint of a blush. She looks between them and quietly slips behind the bar, pouring herself a glass of white wine and sipping, not wanting to disturb whatever was going on.

I just want to remind you that you weren't so abstinent a week ago or so. *He finally said* Shush *Ara whispered as Bri walked in*

She notices the hushed conversation and gently clears her throat.

"I am here you know...." She awkwardly takes a sip as the blush deepened.

"And whispers carry in this place." She stares at her toes.

*Ara blushes  and dorian stands, bowing to Brielle* so sorry. A lady must never be treated as a ghost. I implore your forgiveness, madame. *Ara remains quiet but Dorian goes on to speak*  Ara was just picking my brain a little but that can wait another night. Would you care for a glass of this fine merlot? Do join us miss. It's been long since we last spoke and I enjoy the sound of your voice. *he winks*

She stiffly raises her glass of white and murmurs, "I'm good on the wine, thank you though. Do continue on with...whatever it is that you were picking her brain about." She gives the faintest ghost of a smile that might have been fake or might have been genuine before nodding to Ara with a questioning look in her eyes.


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