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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He rises and gives a half bow. With some effort he manages not to click his heels. "Yes, Christian. It's a rather old family name I fear. Most just call me Graffle. Hmm. 1906." He pauses slightly with a half smile on his face. "Old Zerneck really outdid himself," he mumbles.

Time Travler? *she didn't seem surprised.* Graffle...you are a bit familiar in the face...Could just be my sanity leaving me though..*she brushed off a chair making a face at the dust before sitting down*

"I suppose my clothing is a bit out of date. But still...," his voice trails off. He rather hopes she will not connect his face with his older self who could be still around somewhere. "There is a meeting that better not happen. Gott in Himmel, I would seventy-three now. Maybe I'm dead," he thought to himself.

but still?*she looked back up at you and frowned steam hissing from between her lips* that is bothering me! I can't quiet put me finger on it..

Trying to change the subject, "So how is Queen Victoria these days?"

He takes the flask from silvers hand, downing it as he wandered back to his old quarters. "God Damnit!" could be heard from the hallway. All that was left was a bedframe and an overturned dresser.  He slumped in a corner and started to doze off

AH-HA!*she stood up steam billowing from her and she stepped close covering the bottom half of your face with cold brass hands* Graf! Graf himself! *grins looking proud of herself* the face threw me off..but those eyes*hers gleamed an eerie green* I don't forget eyes.

"I'm afraid you've figured me out. I am... well I was... or is I will be... the Graf Falke von Falkenhorst, but please don't tell anyone I'm here, especially don't tell ME that I'm here. This could be quite awkward."

wait..But time stuff..if you traveled here when you were younger...wouldn't you already know about it?*looks confused* I mess with Aether fog..not time.

Yes, I suppose that is true. This is all rather new to me. Good old Graf Zerneck and his infernal tinkering. One minute I'm in 1863 enjoying a quiet visit home from observing the war in America and next thing I'm in London in 1906. This is London, I presume?

*she nodded*you are indeed in London. *looks around the bar* in one of Old Graf's favorite places I would think *smiles a little* it usually looks much better. 

It is a bit... disheveled, but it has a certain charm. I can see why I will like it someday.

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