[OPEN] Leave that old record spinning~

[robintohood]

Who: Jason Todd robintohood and you!
What: Grand Opening Week of Descendant Karaoke Bar and Lounge
When: Week of November 28th
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: N/A for now. Will edit if needed.

[Throughout November, you may have seen posts across all the major social media platforms about a new Central City karaoke bar opening up. They even include some nice professional photos of the interior taken by Mark Bryant. Or maybe you’ve heard vague rumors in the criminal underworld about a new safe haven for discussing and doing some illicit business.

Meanwhile in Central City, the renovations of a two-storied building with a basement and an attic were being done swifter than any legally permitted construction project. The owner made sure it was good work done too.

And now at the tail end of the month, there’s a newly opened karaoke bar and lounge known as Descendant. Everyone is welcomed, regardless of their meta status or if they’re part of any guild.


Descendant’s entrance door is relatively innocuous. As soon as you step into the building though, you’re in the security check area and met with bouncers holding metal detector wands. No one’s allowed further in until they get checked. Once you check your weapons, you’ll receive a key labeled with the number of the locker your weapon(s) are in.

In a nod to Ascendant, the previous bar that attracted some of Central’s criminals, much of Descendant’s interior basic layout is similar but now with a speakeasy-esque decor. Once you walk through weapons check, you’re greeted with the first floor being an open space for mingling, drinking, and eating. The walls are visibly brick and the tables and chairs aren’t too fancy. The first floor is also where the bar is.


Further towards the back of the first floor are private rooms for guests to enjoy if they reserve ahead of time and pay extra. The cheapest karaoke rooms are simple and while the most expensive are more luxurious.


One room that makes Descendant unique is the reading room everyone is welcome to use. You're free to drink and enjoy some quiet reading time. Take a book for keeps or donate a book! Quiet conversation is welcome, but overly noisy patrons will be kicked out.


On the second floor are a couple of arcade machines, pool tables, and a stage for live performances. There are plush lounges for people to sit and enjoy the shows, or to take a break between rounds of pool.

With the exception of the reading room and the employee-only areas, you’ll hear music throughout most of the building. It’s either coming from the karaoke machines or from a separate playlist.

Whatever you decide to do, the owner and other attentive employees hope you enjoy your time at their establishment.]

((OOC: Mingle post! Enjoy yourselves. More information about Descendant is here and here, including an opt-in form for the BatFamily to spy on your character.))

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Jason Todd | DCAU | OTA

[robintohood]

[Dressed in a green button-down shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black slacks, and black dress boots, Jason’s making his public presence that of a business owner who’s not afraid to work. He also comes off a little older than he actually is as he walks around the place to check if customers are satisfied. He’s especially attentive to any VIPs and any criminals he knows of. He’s also bouncing between roles like barbacking and waitering, depending on what’s needed.

Or he’s in the reading room, looking quite relaxed. It’s his favorite part of the building after all. In any case, come bug him.]

Attic Safehouse

[codicies]

[ When Jason leads Dylan to the secret passageway, Dylan doesn't care what's behind it; It's the coolest thing he's ever seen.

When the stairway leads up to a furnished room in the attic, Dylan's eyes light up and his jaw drops as he looks around. ]

Oh my god. Secret speakeasy tunnel. Oh my god. This is incredible.

[welcome_summer]

[Mayuko spends some time at the bar before looking around the first floor. Mainly for the the reading room. As usual, she's not obviously carrying anything but her drink with her.

It takes her a moment to recognize Jason when she comes across the room. She's so used to his jacket and jeans!]

Oh, there you are! Soaking it in for a moment?

Reading room

[qualityfriend]

[Dana's coming off one of her first shifts, and she's... rather worn out. She gives a tired wave to the boss as she flops into the nearest soft-looking chair.]

[torchbearer]

[ kyle spots him, looking unimpressed. ]

A bar?

Attic safehouse

[demigoth]

[ In hindsight, Jason may come to regret telling a pack of wild teenagers where this place is or that he struck a fool’s bargain with Nico, trading the occasional teleportation for a fake guardian.

Nico is trying to keep it as fake as possible. He doesn’t want or need oversight, and it’s not like Jason wants a kid. But Nico’s realized that he needs more details than he has to manage casual conversations.

So he shadow travels over to Jason’s apartment, arriving with a soft thump of sneakers on the floor in a pitch black room. Did he miss and land in another storage locker? Better check.

Demigods don’t carry flashlights when they have magic weapons. Nico pulls out his sword to see by the faint purple light it casts. ]

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

[ Doreen pops up behind Jason while he's doing his rounds on the first floor, nursing a Shirley Temple and grinning hugely. ]

Dude! This place is legit amazing, talk about a career shift! I can see why Mark was so hyped about it!

Sleeper [OTA]

[definecat]

While a cat might not be part of the normal crowd in a bar, this one totally makes themself at home. Whether it's on the bar, curled up with a book in the reading room, or in some other space, Sleeper totally acts like they belong.

What some might not know is they also act as part of security, perfectly willing to use their chemokinesis to stop trouble before it starts, although they prefer not to gas the whole place when a more focused tactile transfer can do. It also helps make petting the cat a very pleasant experience if you're inclined to. They're good people like that.

And always willing to have an interesting conversation with intelligent company.

[qualityfriend]

[Every time Dana passes the bar while making her rounds, she gives Sleeper a quick pat. When things have slowed down and she has a minute, she'll settle next to them for a longer petting session and possibly conversation.]

[robintohood]

It's during one of the quieter parts of Jason's shift that he sits with Sleeper at the reading room. He reaches to pet him.

"You're starting to become a good indicator if someone's had too much," Jason says, amused.

[greatairplane]

"Oh! A cat!" Airplane said to himself as he maneuvered through the reading room. It was his third time in during the week, the first time had been for karaoke, the second for the live show, and now to explore the reading room. He's been dressed like a perfectly modern kid in his mid-20s, so nothing immediately keys off that he's anything but a normal human. His path took a detour towards Sleeper but paused about an arms-length out as he realized the strange coloration was not a trick of the light, nor were the multiple set of eyes.

He frowned in thought and tilted his head before taking a more cautious step forward, "I'm gonna guess you're intelligent?" It was as much a question as it was a statement. "Um... is it okay to pet you?"

[eggplanting]

Having received an explanation about the alien cat, Steph had politely introduced herself before her first shift, and has said a quick hi to Sleeper whenever they're in the same room.

This time, though, she's approaching for work purposes. She makes a show of coming around the bar to wash glasses, when she's really addressing the cat curled up on the bartop.

"Table nine is starting to get a bit rowdy, the guy in the bomber jacket is the worst offender. Would you mind helping to settle them down?" While almost all of them are perfectly capable of handling a fight, should it break out, she'd rather handle things quietly.

It's opening week, no need for things to get out of hand just yet.

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

[ Doreen's sitting at the bar and nursing a Shirley Temple when she notices Sleeper. She hasn't heard them speak yet, and they've never been introduced, but Doreen is exactly the type of person who will talk to the cat at a party, regardless of whether or not it's actually a sentient alien. She gives them a sidelong grin. ]

Cool place, huh?

Tim Drake [OTA]

[mostdangerousbird]

One of the nicer private rooms

[ If you're here, you're family. Or, you know, you've paid to book the room, but arrived either early or late. Or maybe you're just lost. The Descendant does have a lot of rooms for one little old speakeasy.

Whatever it is, Tim will stop arranging the furniture and straighten up when he hears someone coming. Black jeans, black t-shirt, black accessories. He almost looks like he's breaking into the place, but everything's a little too shiny and tight. There's a quick flash of a smile, but no one expects bubbly warmth at this sort of place anyway. ]

Oh, hey. Do you need anything...?

Second floor

[ "Somehow", Tim keeps being the one who's tasked with running trays of drinks upstairs. This is the fourth time he's picked his way between tables, customers, and pool players in the past half hour, dropping off glasses and picking up orders. He never writes anything down, but you're not going to get the wrong order no matter how complicated you make it.

This time, there's a crack as someone scratches so hard that he has to catch the cue ball to keep tonight's concussion tally at zero. ]

It's pool, not baseball. Anybody goes to the hospital, and the tables get replaced with Pac-Man.

Main Bar

[ What did you do? Who did you punch? Who did you pinch? Whatever's going on, Tim's staring you down across the bar with a calm, almost pleasant expression. ]

Start talking or start walking.

[ You're not thrown out yet, but it's so close that this better be a real good explanation. ]

Private Rooms

[helpdesk_hero]

[In the case of this particular wanderer, it's absolutely that he's lost. Descendant hadn't been on his list of plans for the week, especially not with house sitting. But Little Love was not a place he had wanted to wander around just around a serious blizzard, not for picking up some supplies to supplement him before heading back to Bart's place.

Granted one of those supplies was a fortifying mixed drink, which he was supposed to be carrying to the reading room where he could mentally compose his list for the evening shopping before heading back.

And then there he was, looking at Tim, distracted. Yes he was lost, but he was also smiling now.]

Yeah, reading room? And to say I get why Loki would hit on you, once I see you in those pants. Which isn't me flirting, by the way. It's observing that the look is definitely in his taste.

Private Room

[greatairplane]

[For all that it was more expensive, Airplane had no reservations reserving it. He had a limitless credit card burning a hole in his wallet and he was going to use it to its fullest while he could. Which meant he had an entire room that was something a mafia boss in a movie might rent out all to himself and tonight he was going to get shitfaced doing karaoke.

When the attendant opened the door he was in the middle of belting out a song that had been going around the radio recently but was entirely new to him. His English had a thick accent to it but he was enthusiastically shaking his ass and spinning to the beat of 'numb numb numb numb'.

He spotted Tim on one of the spins and lit up. Dressed in a light t-shirt and jeans, with his hair up in a bun, he didn't look that different than most guys in their mid-20s. He waved and made an exaggerated 'come here' gesture.]

I need more of whatever the fuck this shit is. At least five more and make them jumbo. I want to feel it in the morning.

[He pointed to three glasses that all looked like the remainders of the apple cider manhattan]

And help me pick a song! I don't know the western artists very well!

Main Bar

[effiomsfavorite]

He tried to grab my wings. More than once.

[It's deadpan, said with a very controlled expression. This isn't Huvrye's first time answering to authority. It is, however, the first time in a long time that he's actually cared about the outcome, so he's trying to keep it level.]

[A very drunk patron had gone after his wings. It hadn't hurt - they're made of aura, not bone and feather - but Huvrye had still told him off, several times when the guy wouldn't take no for an answer, and finally flared them in irritation.]

[Which the guy then took as an attack and came in swinging, at which point Huvrye - who had not wanted to deal with any of this - had knocked him down, out, and through a table.]

[Entirely on accident.]

[He hadn't even been modding for strength - the human had just gone down. He doesn't know much about humans yet, but evidently they're not nearly as hardy as homunculi, or even your average adult fairy. Good to know.]

I can get you a new table.

[Huvrye. Huvrye that is not the issue here.]

Second Floor-ish

[qualityfriend]

[Dana's noticed that he takes orders upstairs a lot. When they have a lull, she gets his attention.]

Are you sure you don't want me to handle the upstairs orders? As I can just- [She teleports to his other side to illustrate.]

kyle rayner | dc | ota

[torchbearer]

( i. drinks )

[ he's not fooled. jason's name was front and center when it came to this bar, so there's probably more to it than it appears. though, it fits him to a T. he cradles his beer in his hand, watching people come in and out. it's no fun on his own and he misses wally and connor.

get used to it, rayner, he thinks to himself, being on your own is something you should be able to handle.

he sighs. bars are a weird place for him. kyle asks whoever is nearby. ]

What do you think? Out of ten.

( ii. reading room )

[ kyle is notable in any section that involves drawings and art. maybe a bunch of manga because he knows what he likes. he mutters to himself. ]

I'm real behind on my Shounen Jumps. What even is this new stuff? Dr Stone? What?

[ catch him being a weeb. ]

( iii. wildcard )

[ got a prompt in mind? hit me up @ timmtams or pm. otherwise feel free to spot him wandering around. ]

i

[eggplanting]

[After several months of only being able to pick up odd jobs here and there, it's weird to have a set schedule again, but it is sort of nice, too. The work is easy enough, especially knowing that Jason will have her back if she needs to reprimand anyone for misbehaving.

So despite being at work — dressed in black jeans and a black button down, a black apron tied around her waist — she's in a good enough mood most nights.

And while she doesn't recognize Kyle immediately, since she rarely deals with Lanterns, she can be nice when asked a question.

(He probably wasn't meaning to ask her, but she happened to be slipping by and can't help herself, really.)]

Oh, one outta ten. No one should come here.

[It's said with a grin, so she's probably joking.]

I

[atypical_echo]

[Nothing like a good glass of sprite while you're present to evaluate the wonder of the place you photographed, but alive and full of people. Mark had been so happy to come, to see Jason's work come to fruition.

What he wasn't expecting was a question. So the turned to the speaker, smiled, and thought about it.]

Nine. But I'm giving them one point off by the fact that I'm so judging that I can't bring my own hot chocolate in.

Cassandra Cain-Wayne | OTA

[louder_than_words]

[Cass is dressed in all black. Leather jacket. Combat boots. Black shades. Think of any movie with a "bouncer" extra, that's where she took her inspiration from. She's pushing five feet and still manages to look intimidating.

All of the staff members have a way to call Cass when she's needed, but most of the time they don't have to bother. She has a habit of appearing right as a situation begins to escalate to the point of needing intervention.

Whether she just got to tell someone to "back off" from giving unwanted attention, or fully dragged a man out the front door, Cass is looking very happy to be the muscle of the operation.]

[robintohood]

[Jason's quite pleased as he watches Cass literally throwing out another customer that got too rowdy]

That was quicker than the last one you tossed out. Nice.

jon kent ( dc comics ) ota

[exponentially]

[ he's really only here because it's bat-adjacent and he wants to see what it's all about. he's technically been in a bar before, but that was in the 31st century and he was helping with an investigation. he can only imagine how the public would react if he went into a bar at home. he's seventeen, for one thing, and superman. here, though, no one knows him, and while he sincerely doubts he's going to fit in with the clientele it's probably meant to cater to, he's not planning to make a habit of it, anyway.

still, though the faded denim and worn flannel shirt suit him, uh, very well, he's probably a little too sweet-faced even beneath the black-rimmed glasses currently sliding down the bridge of his nose. it's not that jon can't be scary when he needs to be, it's just there are so few situations that actually call for it, and it doesn't come natural for him.


he'd planned on just saying hi and offering congratulations on the opening, but.. well, there are some interesting aspects to the building. so he might be found on one of the arcade machines, as human as can be in his speed on the controls. if he loses, he doesn't even swear, self-censoring himself with shoot or dang. it's a habit now, alright?

if he's not getting his ass kicked with like mortal kombat, he's definitely in the reading room, long legs curled up to make himself smaller as he pages through a book as slowly as he can make himself read. .. and yes, he's only had a glass of water so far. ]

[robintohood]

[Jason had earlier seen Jon's OurPowers post but chose not to comment. Tim and Steph were already in there and presumably had explained things to him. Plus, Jason was surprised that another Super is now around and doesn't recognize Jon specifically. Then again, with the multiverse involved, anything's possible.

Jon's wholesome "boy from a small town" look and dorky glasses is hard to miss, especially when he's in a more mature and darker setting. The water doesn't help either.

Jason steps into the reading room to check on how things are going when he sees Jon]

Enjoying yourself?

Mayuko Shiraki | OTA

[welcome_summer]

[Mayuko had been given the head's-up that Jason was opening a karaoke bar early in November, to enlist her help in stocking the reading room. So of course she was going to stop by on opening night! It even coincided with an ILL for the Sunset Fall Library in Central City. (If they were going to employ someone from the guilds, might as well make use of their teleporter to speed up deliveries!)

i
After the standard weapon check, Mayuko takes herself to the tables where she orders one of the house specials along with a beer. She watches the crowd and is quick to welcome a friendly face to join her.

ii
Later on, she can be found perusing the shelves in the reading room. Twelve of the books were her own donation, but now she's appraising the rest of the collection. Lending library-adjacent or not, the initial set of books on display are being judged.]

Hmmm... pretty well-rounded. Given the speakeasy theme, how many copies of The Great Gatsby do you think they're going to run through?

Doreen Green | ota!

[eatsnutsandkicksbutts]

[ Okay, yes, Doreen isn't technically old enough to drink, but what the heck. It's opening night, Descendent serves non-alcoholic drinks, and she's gonna design their website, this visit practically counts as research!

She can be found all over the building, exploring each room and exclaiming "dude!" with greater and greater enthusiasm every time she makes a cool new discovery ("Karaoke rooms?! Dude!"). The arcade games are a big hit with her, and she's happy to take on anyone in a round of Street Fighter or Pac-Man. Likewise, the reading room is excellent, and she spends a little while admiring the selection before moving on.

Eventually Doreen settles down at a corner table on the first floor, nursing a Shirley Temple and some onion rings while she people-watches from the sidelines. It's a good night! ]

[atypical_echo]

[Timing had kept Mark from running into her earlier in the night. He'd had time at the bar, talked for a while with a new Meta, and then gone toward the reading room, unknowingly after Doreen had left it.

But now that he'd finished his hot chocolate he came back out to the main bar area, turned in the cup, and looked around. Probably time to go. Except... Well, he catches sight of a familiar face and waves at her across the bar. He doesn't want to interrupt if he wasn't welcomed after all.]