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Full Tilt - JLA Watchtower RPG
Full Tilt
The place is technically a private party as far as the law is concerned. The people at the door know what they are doing and it makes it virtually impossible for officers of the law to get in. Combined with an insufficient GCPD budget, the recent invasion and numerous other problems that plague the city's services, what lies behind the door is virtually a playground of the illegal and sensual. "Full Tilt" as a result has rapidly become one of the hottest club rave scenes among Gotham's teen through twenty crowd.

The music matches the chemically altered heartbeats of many in the crowd. As a rule the patrons have a few things in common. They're young, generally pretty and have cash to spend. Some only qualify in part, making up for their shortcomings in one category by being lush in the others. It's a candy land of sensory overload, altered states and vibrant indulgence. Industrial ventilation keeps the heat of the crowd under control and clever layout and surreal lighting makes the already sizable location even more grandiose and mazelike. Three levels of catwalks support platforms where neon lit watering holes preside over translucent dance stages and go-go platforms. Youth, late minors and young adults alike, swarm everywhere in daring and revealing clothes as they move and gyrate to the fast paced rhythms that threaten to deafen the ear. This is where innocence is offered up as a sacrifice on the altar of sensual abandon.

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Current Location: Gotham Rave Club- Full Tilt
Current Music: Lords of Acid

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From: i_am_bane Date: March 28th, 2011 08:28 pm (UTC) (Link)
Bane had created the guise of Tito Alvarez, an ex-con and biker gang member. He'd grown a mustache and allowed his hair to grow in a bit. Few knew what Bane looked like without his mask, but better to be safe. It had taken little to convince the club's owner to hire him on as a bouncer given his massive size. The man probably figured no one would be dumb enough to start a fight with him.

He'd been at it for a couple days nows, and frankly, he hated it.

He had learned of the new wave of designer drugs that first appeared in Metropolis and now were spreading into Gotham. There were few things Bane hated more than those who trafficed in such things. After a brief investigation, this club was the next step up in his plan to find those responsible...and break them.

The problem Bane realized was not to do a bad job, but not to do too good a job. He was to keep an eye out for law enforcement officials, which in his opinion were pretty scare, and to ignore the fact if underage teens tried to get in. Quite frankly he found this to be an insult to his intelligence. Many of this teens you could tell just by looking that they were underage, but he was to allow them in anyway. Well that answered the question as to to whether the owner was in on it, but he currently had no idea as to who the owner answered to. Hopefully this charade would not have to go on too much longer.
jla_extras From: jla_extras Date: March 28th, 2011 10:02 pm (UTC) (Link)
Bane's position made him virtually invisible to the youthful patrons, or more accurately they didn't stop to think of him as being present. He certainly served to intimidate and maintain the minimal level of order that the business required to foster their carefully controlled chaos. Beyond that however, he could move among them without causing suspicion or 'guarded' behavior.

Consequentially, he witnessed much.

For instance, the girl moving through crowd nearby looking furtively about was much younger than her overly done makeup first suggested. Her clothes would have been considered scandalous in the red light district of Mexico City. The din and flash of the club provided an aural and visual distraction that help make her seem less shocking, but she was little more than a child. Now and then an older youth would pass by and give her a predatory look, but then pass her by. Too obvious. The girl would have to learn more to be more savvy about this culture if she was to find what she was looking for. Nonetheless, it was clear she was hoping to make a connection.
From: i_am_bane Date: March 28th, 2011 10:53 pm (UTC) (Link)
Bane saw the girl as he mad his rounds around the club. His first instinct upon seeing her was to cover her with a trenchcoat, or at least knock someone out and take theirs. Considering the distress in her body language, that would help no one. He had to be careful here. He couldn't ignore the fact that this girl was likely to get in a lot of trouble here, but at the same time he didn't want to blow his cover.

He quickly made his decision and went to the nearby bar and sat on a stool. He turned his head a little in her direction, a neutral expression on his face. Smiling may make him appear as a solicitor. When he spoke it was in a mild, but not overly friendly tone.

"You look lost, chiquita. Are you looking for someone?"
tim_drake_robin From: tim_drake_robin Date: March 28th, 2011 10:12 pm (UTC) (Link)
On the second level, a dance floor made of semi-transparent material seemed to float above the main bar. It was a trick of architecture, but the sight was impressive. On it, several teens and early twenty-somethings moved in energetic fury to the music. Some moved more gracefully than others but all of them did it with abandon. One near the middle however moved with an pronounced level of lithe coordination.

Raven black hair, lean muscle and moving in casual confidence, he looked like he didn't have a care in the world. His custom cut clothes spoke of money and the way he spilled his drink spoke of an advanced level of inebriation. Somehow he still managed easy poise and grace and he danced.
His face wasn't in the papers often, but it wasn't hard to recognize him if you moved in the right social circles. The Wayne reputation was often synonymous to 'playboy' in Gotham, so it wasn't too surprising to see Bruce Wayne's most recently adopted son following in his father's footsteps.
It certainly afforded him a number of admirers and 'friends' in this setting.
From: krypton_or_bust Date: March 28th, 2011 10:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
Nearby, across a catwalk, a suite of semi private bootees served as a place to sit, relax, drink and indulge in...well that was the question.

The gauzy drapings the served as visual barriers between the booths added both to the ambiance and to plausible deniability. Indistinct figures lounged here and there. Some singularly, most in groups. The scent of clove smoke was hinted here, despite the efficiency of the ventilation system.

A powerfully build boy brooded in a booth near the edge of the railed platform. His manner seemed to put off interest by others. Perhaps he was in a mood, or perhaps it was just difficult for him to socialize well in this environment. In either case, he sat alone as he slowly nursed a conspicuously nonalcoholic drink.
jla_extras From: jla_extras Date: March 29th, 2011 03:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Noticed you came here with friends."

A man in his early twenties accompanied by a trio of girls, all decked out in shimmering club gear have stopped by Connor's table.

"Tara here was wondering if you wanted to dance."

He lifts his chin to the thin blond in the trio. She smiles coyly, as if shy.
batineggplant From: batineggplant Date: March 29th, 2011 09:51 pm (UTC) (Link)
Steph made her way around the club, keeping her eyes out for anything unusual, while still playing the role of teenager having fun.
jla_extras From: jla_extras Date: March 30th, 2011 05:19 pm (UTC) (Link)
Steph is beautiful to begin with, and then she has a body refined by training and regular activity that might cow some Olympic Athletes. So she has ALLOT of attention right now.

A number of young men, and a few young ladies, are all very interested in either buying her a drink or getting her onto the dance floor, or both. There are also a number of jealous looks , but they are from afar. Steph's life experience communicates a level of confidence that few teens posses. In short, she commands attention.

Some of that attention comes from fellow in his late twenties. He has a more polished and casual approach than the more fawning attempts of Steph's more youthful 'fans'. His outfit is well cultivated for the scene and he clearly knows the place and is comfortable in it.

"Hi, sorry to bug you but aren't you the model from the cover of Gotham Vogue? The Summer edition from last year?"
The publication he's referencing is a fairly high end fashion catalog.
batineggplant From: batineggplant Date: March 30th, 2011 10:44 pm (UTC) (Link)
Steph flashed him a flirty smile. "I'm afraid you're confusing me with someone else, though I'm flattered."
tim_drake_robin From: tim_drake_robin Date: April 6th, 2011 05:14 pm (UTC) (Link)
Tim finds a seat on a chrome stool that's been articulated with glowing firewire. It provides him a good view of the main dancefloor bellow.

He's managed to spill most of his drink here and there surreptitiously. That and clever affectations to his body language made for a convincing cover that he was really knocking back the alcohol.

He never realized that it would be so hard to get amoral club dealers to offer him drugs. He's rubbed elbows with the 'right' people, lived up to the playboy image that would make Bruce look stodgy, thrown money around, demonstrated a shallow and self centered moral character, blah blah blah. Sure he had LOTS of new 'friends' now, but no one so far has even hinted towards an offer of doing anything illicit recreationaly.

Maybe he was trying too hard. He wondered how Seph and Connor were doing. There hadn't been any commotion, nor a distress signal. not that he could think of anything here that would put Superboy or Spoiler in a real bind.

Tim let out a sigh of slight exasperation and watched the throng bellow.
From: jla_villains Date: April 6th, 2011 08:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Excuse me young man," a middle-aged gent wearing a charcoal coloured suit stands at the bar beside Drake, and gestures to the barman for a refill of his cola as he speaks to the young man, "you wouldn't happen to be one of those awful drug-addled youths, would you?"

He tips his head and looks at Tim, adjusting his spectacles. "Ah no, you clearly have your faculties intact. Well good for you, I say. Nothing wrong with standing out among the idiot crowd."
tim_drake_robin From: tim_drake_robin Date: April 6th, 2011 10:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
Tim offers a bleary eye. He repeatedly changes the focus of his eyes between the man and the stairway thirty feet directly behind him, mimicking the behavior of pupils influenced by psychoactives.

"Yeah, that's me. Special." a subtle hint of self-loathing mixed with narcissistic arrogance crafted into his tone.
tim_drake_robin From: tim_drake_robin Date: April 11th, 2011 05:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
Passing by the main bar on the ground floor, Tim Drake leaves a note for 'Tito Alverez'. On the surface the note appears innocuous and implies that the wastrel Drake is simply passing on a backhanded compliment regarding the bouncer's addition to the club's scenery. Bane however will see the code phrases for what they are and know that Robin is waiting outside.

The roof of the building across the street from the club sports a water tower a few large blocks of venting machinery and a number of gargoyles. Gotham is replete with ornate and Gothic architecture.

Robin alights on the roof, reeling his grappling line back in. It;s good to be outside again and back in uniform.

How does Bruce put up with that? undercover wasn't hard, but this tour sure left him feeling skeeved.

Opening a comm line he sends a signal out to Steph and Connor, letting them know he was at the rendezvous point.
From: i_am_bane Date: April 15th, 2011 08:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Robin," Bane says by way of greeting. The big man is riculously quiet for so large an individual. Bane cars a glance at the club before continuing. "I take it we're here for the same thing?"
tim_drake_robin From: tim_drake_robin Date: April 15th, 2011 08:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
Robin considers Bane for a moment and then nods.

"About a week ago, I barely managed to save a local teen from dying from a lethal dose of a new designer drug called 'Blur'. Spoiler and I tracked the source to the Club. I've been working an undercover angle to try and get closer to the distributor, so we can take this operation down at the root."

He gives the huge man a sidelong look.
"How did you get involved?"
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