metalogs | [OPEN] Maybe not a literal monster mash

Who: Jason Todd

robintohood and you. Also a mingle!
What: Various antics at Descendant Karaoke Bar and Lounge during October
When: Throughout October
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: N/A for now. Will edit if needed.

[There may be some changes to the timeline now but Descendant Karaoke Bar and Lounge is still open for business. There are always people looking to have a good time drinking and blowing off some steam with a good song. It doesn’t matter if they’re ordinary civilians or some of Central City’s more... colorful characters. Just be nice to the bouncers and check your weapons by the entrance first.

To reflect the fall season, Descendant has included seasonal drinks like pumpkin beer, apple cocktails, and spiced maple bourbon.

Meanwhile, some of this month's most popular songs seem to be reflecting Halloween, such as Highway to Hell and Monsters. Or maybe you want to do a more classy number like Witchcraft? Descendant looks like a speakeasy after all. And in a total coincidence, Time Warp has also shown up on the popularity chart.

If you drop by at Descendant on a Coyote Ugly Night, you’ll find the atmosphere considerably wilder and wetter. You might’ve even already seen some of the social media posts and videos of the employees performing. They certainly look like they’re having a good time.

Perhaps you’re coming in during a more normal time. Come by for a drink. Maybe rent a private karaoke room or karaoke on stage in front of others if you’re feeling brave. There are some bar games around too.

You can always just people watch as well. Those who are especially observant might notice that some of Descendant’s customers are a bit... furtive as they keep their heads low or quickly scurry to one of the private rooms.

There’s always the reading room too for those who want a more quiet ambiance.

And then there's the very select few who are allowed upstairs in the attic apartment.

Whatever the case may be, Jason will be around. As Descendant’s owner, he’s a busy guy with plenty he has to do]

((OOC: Jason will be around but feel free to mingle! My contact information is on this journal's profile and I'm in the game's Discord server. Also feel free to contact me with any questions or concerns as well. I also have a feedback post.))

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Jason furrows his brow a little as he takes in Jean's words.

"It must feel pretty weird. A lot of new changes to take in this time?" He asks, keeping his voice light and his curiosity seemingly casual.

"Not as many as you'd think."

For anyone else, the answer would assuredly be yes. But Jean Grey was never and would never be an 'anyone else,' and time liked her a little too much sometimes. This was nothing like being thrown into the far future twice right after her wedding. This was nothing like being thrown hundreds-then-billions of years forward into an evil future that had to be unwritten.

Before even touching being thrown back,
whether inside or outside of the omniverse at the time.

Politely. "Is it for you? After all, you were right here on both sides of the change."

Jason hadn't anticipate the conversation going in that direction so quickly. His cover is that of an ordinary civilian who just owns a bar. He purposely shifts his expression to that of surprise and mild confusion. He can't show his cards already.

"What do you mean? I've been in Central the whole time," he asks, pretending to misunderstand.

Jean gives a gentle hum, nonchalant in note, first. Not apologetic, but thoughtful. About how his take is all too cavalier and unconcerned about what frisson should touch it, if of the assumed. She remembers all too well what Frances said. About who remembered (and who could not) and the coinciding factor between the two, how much weaker and less consistent it was each step away from the Guild Leaders themselves.

"And do you remember the time before this one? Before the change?"

Jason's quick to mentally calculate how he should answer that. Jean clearly knows a lot more than he does. Maybe something in his body language gave more away than he wanted. Cass's ability to read body language was almost telepathic.

Ah... or is that what's happening now? A metahuman with psychic powers is certainly not too farfetched back home or here, especially now that there's been a massive spike in the metahuman population.

"It's not something I broadcast," Jason admits. On the surface level, his customer-friendly mannerisms remain but he recognizes that he has to be more careful. "Not something most people need to know."

The topic shifts, divulges, said without being said.
"You don't need to worry that I'll say anything."

There's no apology to it still—one does not ask the wind to apologize for blowing, and too much of her world has wanted mutants to apologize for everything from the moment the spark of life brought them into existence—but there is quiet, honest amendment in it. "I truly am only here to see my friends."

She is better at reading people than most—both because of her powers and in ways that have nothing to do with her powers, and instead who she is and how she chooses to embrace the world and all people within it—but she hasn't attempted to dig into him. Not even passively. "And I do hope the time change hasn't affected your establishment much. It really can be a capricious type of thing."

Jean could not reliably say the timelines have finished their weaving and rewriting yet.

Instead, apropos of maybe offering the hand of a second new start. "I'm Jean."

Jason takes Jean's hand and shakes it, pretending to look relieved. He's still trying to get a better read on her.

"Name's Jay," He replies. "And I'm glad you're visiting."

That part is true at least. Jason doesn't know all of the people the previous Bruce associated with.

Jean smiles, a warm flutter of transparent pleasure, at the shake.

"Me, too. It's been a while, either side, since I've had a night off."

Over a year since they moved to The Treehouse, leaving behind the quiet of The Summer House and the raucousness of Krakoa both. Neither ever more than the gateway in The Treehouse away, but it was also different. Back into the belly of the beast in so many ways. Not a place for much rest, in very different other ways.

"When did this place happen?"

"Almost a year ago back in November," Jason says. There's no use hiding that piece of information. It's easy enough for anyone to find out just through social media. "It's not easy running this place but it's good to see how much people have been really enjoying it."

Jean gives a look at the bar around them. Not her flavor of anything, but there is none of that in the appraising. What's just a karaoke dive bar to one person is the making of a dream, both dreamt and given life, to another. Just as important to them.

"Isn't that just the way of things? Makes all the hard work worth it in the end."

"Always, especially in a competitive field like the food and drinks service," Jason says. "We've managed to make it work."

Jason's trying to carefully balance between modesty and pride. It's well acted at this point. Most people would not realize that Descendant has multiple uses for Jason and his family.

He's young, to put it so simply. Ambitious, if nothing else. (Though, they've already established that else is definitely in his equation, whether it is in the bar's equation or not.) But he and his team—friends? coworkers? employees? family?—all seem to be doing well by those risks and rewards that come with this kind of venture.

"I think you've cornered the market on the show, at least."

That with the deft tip of her smile again. She's pretty sure if they were having wet-boy dance-offs at multiple places, there would be many more people talking about it, especially in passing here. But it's not, and it's a star attraction. Which is always a nice show-stopper addition to keeping your finger on the pulse of the market.

"Had to stick out somehow," Jason smirks proudly.

Making the bar raunchier by including wet t-shirt dancing nights several times a month wasn't originally part of the plan but that too has literally paid off so far. It especially helped when people like his older brother were already working at Descendant.

"So have you reconnected to any old friends this time around?" He then asks, still trying to sound casual.

[OPEN] Maybe not a literal monster mash

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