Detention, August 12th

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When Conner and Walter entered the Danger Shop on Saturday they would have seen...

Absolutely nothing.

Well, except for Alfred standing behind a console with a large book of instructions. Depending on how good Conner or Walter's hearing was, they might have heard him cursing under his breath. They might have also caught a mention of "How does Master Wayne do this?"


It appears he had an easier time making a bunch of fake doors.

On the console in front of Alfred was a notepad, on which were written two names. Alfred crossed them out as the students came in.


Walter Dornez
Conner McKnight

He talked while he messed around with the controls, causing a rather bizarre array of environments to appear around them. Including what at one point looked like five different versions of the Lost City of Atlantis.

"In my life, students, I have done many things and worn many hats. I have been a spy, a butler, owned and operated a restaurant, and finally taught a younger generation what I know. I, personally, believe that this sort of experience is very important, that being a Renaissance man is something of a lost art. AHA! Here we go."

Whether by luck or design, he had finally found the right buttons and the desired environment appeared.

Or rather, environments. They were split down the middle. One was an extraordinarily nice penthouse apartment, the other a park somewhere in West Gotham City, complete with soccer field.

"So today, you're both going to learn to do something different," Alfred said. "You're both going to learn how to be each other."

_{[[OOC: I'll have the OCD up as quick as can be. It's up! Have fun, mes amis. IG, you kids should probably get released around 6-ish FHT.]]}