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The previous night, after they all parted ways, Jordyn didn't sleep - he didn't need to after all, he was the Goddamnned Batma- Sand... Sandman. Or one of them, anyway. Were there other sandmen who were just as demented as he was? Maybe. And maybe they weren't demented either, what a beautiful world it would be to have one of them roaming the city instead of him.

But, an ever-boring world all the same.

Of course, his night was not complete without passing by Alice a few times where she rested on the windowsill. His steps were agile and made not a sound as he moved - part of his tricks of not waking up 'clients' as he did his service to them or collected 'debts owed'. The young man couldn't bear the thought then of peppering her eyes to ensure deep sleep and meaningful dreams but maybe he would do so another time - it was too soon at the present.

That day, he found himself on the verge of unconsciousness in the Common Room. He managed to stave off the sleep that attempted to penetrate his mind and he got up - Jordyn didn't look too hot, he looked tired and his clothes were all creased up and he hadn't actually /done/ his job in a few days. Damn. Maybe there was a dark side to the mansion as well.

Jordyn got up and stretched himself out, finding a note on the door - directing him, the lucky guest, to head to the Celebration Room.

What.

There was a Celebration Room now? He was pretty sure he would've heard of this when first arriving.
It was probably where Mr.Cheforro was planning the big cook-off. Main Course: Them.