Oh no, poor Holly! I can't wait to read more of this, it's so good. Here's Bean's sheet, sorry it's a little late!

Name: Caribbean

Nickname: Bean

Pronouns: she/her

Appearance: Curly mocha-brown hair that reaches my shoulders, tanned skin, my eyes shift somewhere between hazel and violet.

What Ability Do You Think You Have: Energist or Healer.

What Ability Do You Want To Have: Probably Elemental.

Do You Like Surprises: Yes!

Are You One Who Would Go For a Strange Hairstyle: Probably not.

Favorite Color Combination: Blue and white.

5 Adjectives That Describe You: Calm, mature, friendly, chill, kind.

5 Adjectives That Describe Your Best Friend: Shy, quiet, bookish, introverted, anxious.

Does Your Best Friend Ever Take the Shape of a Snake: No, definitely not.

Do You Like The Color Black? If So, Why: Not particularly.

Do You Like Enlarged Beasts Like Giant Lions: Possibly?

Would You Live In a House With a Personality: Yes, that sounds quite nice!

Would You Be Able To Wear An Eyepatch For Days On End: I don't think so.

Day or Night: Day

Light or Darkness: Light

Do or Die: Do

Do You Like Photography: Yes

Top Three of Your Most Favorite, Obscure Hobbies: Painting my nails, journaling, organizing.

Does The World Bend At Your Will: No

What Do You Think Of Sappy Conversations: I think they're good for you.

Can You Remember Your Dreams: Sometimes!

Favorite Quote You Caught a Friend Saying: "I didn't burn down the kitchen"

Preferred Way of Dying: Peacefully? Not knowing it's coming, I guess.

Favorite Number: I'll say fifteen.

Favorite Time of Day: Sunrise

Do You Appreciate Verb Tenses: Sure!

Drawing or Writing: Writing

Dream Job: Musician

Okay, Are You Tired of These Questions: Not really!

If You Said Yes, Too Bad Because There's One More: Okay.

Letter Your Real Name Begins With: C

Okay, I'm Done: Lovely.

Now I'm Done For Real: Are you?

Sike!: No, I didn't think so.

Alright, Ellith Says I Have To Stop Before You Give Up On This Thing: Alright!

And The Disclaimer: Do You Agree To Say That Arcady And His Associates Will Bear No Responsibility Caused By This Wunderous Situation: I agree.

Arcady, are you Rainbow Riot? 

Greetings again! It is time for Day 1 to begin! 

And to Quill, Bean just arrived at the Not-Mansion today. She is, erm, safe at the moment. Not to happy about sleeping in Holly's old room, because of, well, you know. I am not Rainbow Riot, but good guess!  

Day 1 

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Goodness, Dreamii was tired. Something had woken her up in the night - a thunk from Holly's room. She hadn't been able to go back to bed until late that night.

 Dreamii intended to storm right into Holly's room and ask why she was galluphing around in the middle of the night. She did not want to deal with interruptions for the rest of the trip. 

So Dreamii did stomp over to Holly's room. She shoved the door, but it won't budge. 

"Holly! Open the door!" She shouted, shaking the door knob. No luck. Rolling her eyes, Dreamii went back to her room. She sat down on her bed, opened her suitcase, and pulled out a hairpin. Perfect. If Holly wouldn't open her door, Dreamii would. 

"I'm coming in!" Dreamii shouted as she urged her hairpin into the lock. Rattle Rattle Rattle Chink! It took a few tries, but Dreamii still got the door open. 

She wished she never had. 

As we know, Holly was dead. The murderer had come in the night before to kill her. A large gash on Holly's head told the whole story.

"Oh no!" Dreamii gasped, shutting the door. She now realized that the thunk had not been Holly at all. It had been the murderer. The murderer. There was a murderer. 

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At breakfast that morning, Dreamii informed everyone about the first victim. Nobody was more shocked than Arcady. 

"That can't be! I...I...I thought. They were...they weren't supposed to. The council said…" 

The guests watched Arcady as he blathered. It seemed that Arcady knew something about the murderer that he wasn't revealing. Did he knowingly admit a criminal into the Not Mansion? 

Ellith glared at Arcady, eyes wide as if communicating some secret message. 

Arcady stopped talking. For exactly 3.34 seconds. 

"Well, alright then. We will have to have her body moved. A funeral will have to be arranged. That is right Ellith? Will you-?" 

"Yes. Already on it." 

"Good, good." Arcady commented. He was fidgeting with his tie an awful lot. Rainbow Riot wondered if that could be his tell. 

"Will you also tell the-" Arcady suddenly burst. 

"Yes. Already on that as well." 

"Okay then because you know Carribean-" Arcady then continued.

"Arcady, I know a lot more than you think I do!" Ellith shouted, tired of Arcady's questions. 

The guests, on the other hand, were not as well informed as Ellith. Bean? Was she coming? Everyone turned their looks from Arcady to Quill. Quill looked sick to their stomach. She raised their hand. 

"Arcady is she...she isn't sleeping…" She paused here, gulping in some air. "She isn't sleeping in Holly's old room is she?" 

Arcady sighed. "I knew there would be problems with that." He mumbled, now pacing the length of the Dining Hall. Notty was lowering and closing the windows as he walked past them, startling a good amount of the guests out of their chairs. "But yes. She is. Don't worry, it will be thoroughly cleaned. And to the rest of you who didn't know about Carribean coming to stay with us, well, Carribean is coming to stay with us!" 

Quill seemed like she might faint. 

Even with the news of a new guest, the room wasn't in a cheerful mode. The murderer had attacked on Day 0. What did that mean for them? 

The murderer, on the other hand, was fuming. They had murdered their first guest and then another one came around to replace them? They had worked so hard! 

The murderer then shook their head, a motion so small it was undetectable by the other guests. The voice - the thing controlling them - it was speaking over them again. Little by little that voice was growing stronger, and little by little the murderer themself was growing weaker. 

And that only meant that when the voice told the murderer to start plotting, they obeyed in even less time than before. 

Arcady glanced around the table nervously. He had to do something. He had to keep his students entertained. They couldn't think about the murderer. It would only hurt them. And oh, he could only see they were already being damaged. There was no time for a tour now. Lessons had to begin immediately. Before it was too late.
Late! Bean was late! Where was she? Oh dear. Poor Arcady forgot to go pick her up. That ment that he would have to do it the quick way. The guests were sure not to like this. Wincing, Arcady envisioned Beans' home - then her room - and then, in that room, her. He saw her standing up and pacing the floor. Then, he imagined sticking a large hand into the room. In his mind, the hand appeared. Finally, he made the hand grab Bean, and bring her to the Dining Hall. 

Crash! The guests looked up at the ceiling in surprise. The crash had all startled them into looking up. Arcady sighed. This wasn't good. He didn't want them to look up. It was quite dangerous

"Shield your eyes!" He screamed, only just before a giant hole appeared above the dining table. Through that hole came a shell-shocked wide-eyed Bean that was tumbling toward the guests at a dangerous spread.  

"Opal! Stick your hands out and force her to slow down!" Arcady cried. 

What? Opal didn't know why in the world Arcady thought she could slow Bean down, but it was too dangerous a time to protest. Bean had mere seconds before she crashed down on the table. She had to try something. 

Opal closed her eyes tight and thrust her hands toward Bean's falling body. She thought about making a big cushion underneath Bean. Enough to let her land safely. Without her mind knowing, her hands started to buzz and vibrate. They moved in a motion that can only be described as mime squishing, seeming to be fluffing an invisible pillow. 

The air grew warmer as Opal kept imagining. Or now, I see it is much more appropriate to call it envisioning. For in front of Opal, right beneath Bean, was a humming, yellow tinged cube of electrified air. 

The guests gasped. What was Opal doing? It seemed this...this thing would be more likely to kill Bean than to save her! 

The rest of the table was wrong. Bean fell shockingly fast through the edge of the cube - faster than she had been falling before, but once she wasn't touching the cubes border, she stopped moving all together. Bean became immobile, frozen in a cube void of energy.

That is correct. Opal, unknowingly, had summoned her powers as an Energist. 

Arcady began applauding. "Wonderful job Opal! I have never seen such a successful first knacking!" 

Slowly, the rest of the table began clapping. Well, all but Alexander. He was too busy shooting rubber bands at people under the table. That likely explains why Rainbow Riot continuously winced as she applauded Opal. It is quite a curse to sit across from Alexander. 

The whole group of guests now saw that they were much more powerful than they had ever imagined. With magic at their hands, they felt as if they could accomplish anything. 

The murderer smiled, grimaced, and then realized that everyone was smiling and decided to keep on doing so. A wonderful idea had just occurred to them. A horrible idea. A horrible, wonderful idea.  

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After breakfast had finished (and after Opal figured out how to get Bean out of her cube), Arcady instantly started doing...something. He kept pointing at different guests, mumbling under his breath as he did so. This on its own was strange, but when the participants kept rising in the air when pointed to, it became a much odder situation.

 The first to rise into the air was Silver Crystal. She gasped as she ascended upward, looking down toward the rest of the party in disbelief. 

Fortunately, she wasn't floating for very long. Arcady soon sat her down in front of a bright green door. Silver was certain it hadn't been there before. 

Next, LG began to rise. She landed in front of a dark red door. Sliver, this time, was sure she had seen it appear just as LG landed. 

This, shall I say phenomenon, continued to occur until each and every guest was infront of different colored doors, two people for each door. Silver (now standing with Writing as well)was at the green door, as we know. Bean and Opal were staring at a bright blue door. It was so bright, in fact, that it was almost white. Gillian and Raynee were gazing at a purple door. Skip and LG had landed at a dark red door. Oil and Dreamii's door was black. Riot and Quill's door was sunshine yellow. And finally, a white door sat in front of Jaybells and Them3sticw0lf. 

Each guest, too drawn to the doors, forgot to even question Arcady. Arcady smilied. This meant he had solved it. Now all he had to do was hope…

The doors, as if on some kind of timer, all opened simultaneously in front of the participants' eyes. A gust of wind thrust out the door, knocking everyone back a few steps. Then, they appeared.

Now, I am sure you are wondering who they are. That is quite a good thing to wonder about, since it is a vital part in the story. But let me tell you, it is not an easy thing to explain. They looked different to each Cber or AE. For example, when LG saw them, she saw a short, stout, graying 50-year-old lady. Skip, look at the same one of them that LG was, saw a towering, stern looking woman with dark auburn hair and a severely pointed chin. 

Even Arcady himself couldn't explain how they did it. It was one of the mysteries of The Council. 

Yes, the guests had finally met The Council of Phenomenal Occurrences. They had also met their teachers. 

"And here," Arcady announced with great bravado, "Are the masters, the great informers, the Council of Phenomenal Occurrences!" 

For once, he wasn't offended when none of the participants didn't respond. He remembered what he did when he met The Council. Arcady cringed. That wasn't a good thing to think about now. 

"The Council has so graciously offered to be your teachers for this semester. You will be working in pairs with one of the Members to learn your ability. Your classes will begin…"

Arcady paused, checking his watch. One, two, three, "Now!"

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Murders: 1; Hollyshock; Knocked on the Head with a Wrench

Suspects: Skip, ... (any others?) 

I loved hearing the theories on Holly's murder! I will say that the murderer's map was purposly made to gain quicker access to all rooms, even the ones they are right next to. So, don't rule Dreamii off yet!

Wait wait wait I just spotted this thread is this based off of the Nevermoor series??? I thought I was the only one who's read it! (Great idea to turn it into a ski lodge, btw) 

Hello again everyone! Here is the next installment! 

Day 1, Part 2

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The guests were suddenly sucked into their doors by a suction-like grasp. It was like a gust of wind, but backwards. Nobody could quite figure out what had happened, as it blinded their senses temporarily. A minute passed before the world came into view again. 

"Wh...Where are we?" Bean asked cautiously, finding her instructor; a 40 year old man with wild brown hair (to her of course, we know the Council members look different to everyone); in the new, stark white room. Bean was still utterly confused about this whole 'magic' affair, just recently being unfrozen from an Electrical Cube of Air. She herself couldn't quite believe it. 

"We are...Here!" The instructor answered with a grin. 

Opal sighed. She wasn't a fan of these riddle-y people. What Opal didn't know was that the man wasn't fooling at all. In fact, the name of the room was Here.  

"This room is meant to be an in between of sorts, a transition. It's name is Here." The man explained. 

"Where is here?" Opal asked, "You aren't pointing to anything."

"Oh but that is just it! Here is here! Here is this very room!" 

Opal rubbed her head in defeat.The man, apparently, wasn't going to give in. 

"Now, you two should know my name, don't you think?" the man inquired. 

Bean and Opal looked at each other. Neither of them were sure what to think of this man; he was quite...odd; but they agreed nonetheless. This was why they were here after all. 

"You can call me Bolt. I know the Council says everyone should address me as 'Councillor Bolt', but that is much too formal in my opinion. Just Bolt please." 

"Okay…" Bean answered. 

"Okay indeed!" Bolt responded. "Now, Caribbean, I believe, let me go ahead and tell you, you are an Elemental. My good friend Arcady seemed to have forgotten to tell you. Alright then, are you ready to go to the training room?" 

Bolt was moving a little fast for both Opal and Bean, but they nodded their heads slowly, eyeing each other behind Bolt's back. No telling what training would be like. 

In another Sphere of Here, Riot and Quill were looking up to a very different teacher. To Quill, there was a tall, 30 year old woman with pitch black hair and dark brown eyes that were on the verge of blackness, too. Riot saw a plump gray-haired grandmotherly figure with a rather sour expression on her face, as if she was displeased to be there.

"Ah. Welcome." The woman said, quickly glancing at Riot and Quill. 

"The name is Summer. Are you ready for training?" 

Riot and Quill shot each other suspicious glances. This lady, to both of them, didn't look a thing like anyone named Summer would. Quill wouldn't be surprised if her name had been Gothic, and Riot thought it was more likely she would outright tell them to call her Granny. 

"Are you ready for training?" 

Summer or not, this trainer didn't have much patience. Quill and Riot hurried along into their training room before Summer's mode got worse. 

Throughout the Not-Mansion, guests were meeting stranger and stranger teachers. Skip and LG's teacher, Mendi, turned out to be a paranoid yet friendly figure who tended to pace quite rapidly when there was a problem. Skip and LG found out rather quickly that she was also supremely strict. And loud. Really loud. 

Writing and Silver found themselves facing Instructor Amina, a wildly eccentric teacher who often got lost in their own thoughts and had to be prodded multiple times by Silver to stay focused. To both Writing and Silver, Amina's hair cut was wonky and daring: Writing saw bangs, a pig tails, and a braid all on one head while Silver saw long flowing hair tied into a multitude of ponytails. 

Oil and Dreamii's teacher was difficult to see to both of them - he was wearing a dark cloak that covered most of his face so that only his mouth was visible. His voice was quiet, but deep and full of power. Oil and Dreamii woud never admit it, but they were slightly intimidated by him. His name, they found out, was Mare. They both thought he was named after a mare horse. It was probably a good thing they didn't truly learn what he was named after. 

And finally, Gilly and Raynee's instructor, likely the strangest of them all (meaning he seemed...do I dare say normal?), introduced himself. His name, or what he insisted Gilly and Raynee call him, was MM. What neither Gilly or Raynee realized though, was that his appearance, unlike the other members of the council, was the same to both of them. He had golden-blond bangs of hair that flopped into his face with a kind, almost forlorn smile and pink cheeks. He seemed pleasant enough, but Raynee recognized a hidden, fleeting darkness that ever so casually crept over his face during his introduction. 

Now, I shall assure you that each guest is just now entering their training rooms, feeling shimmering, raw, Wunder in the air for the very first time. But it is necessary to point out something that our murderer is experiencing that is much different from the other participants. The murderer felt a sharp, burning tug when they entered the room. Instead of embracing the power, they wanted to back away, hide in the Here again. They noticed a faint, shimmering dust gathering on their skin as they desperately struggled to feel calm. What was happening to them? 

The murderer quickly excused themselves to go to the restroom (the door magically appeared - one of Notty's favorite tricks, the murderer guessed) and vigorously threw the door open. Resting their head on the sink and splashing water onto it with the other hand, they tried to ease the burning sensation. Water didn't help. The flame inside them was still torching them from the inside out. 

Suddenly, the voice - the little murderous voice in their head spoke. 

It is your true power. 

Their true power? What was that supposed to mean? Seeming to hear their question, the voice answered. 

Wundersmith. 

The murderer knocked their chin on the sink, they were so startled. They weren't supposed to be a Wundersmith. That was not what Arcady had told them - what did that mean?

The burning feeling only got stronger at the realization of the murderer's real knack, flaring up so that it felt as if the murderer's throat was on fire. 

Relinquish it. 

But how? the murderer wondered desperately, I don't know how!

The voice inside their head mumbled an indecipherable message to the murderer at that question, doing nothing but aggravating them. They felt as if they were going to explode into flames.

And then it clicked. Something in the back of the murderer's mind fell into place, and they started humming a tune that they themself didn't recognize. 

Little crowling, little crowling, with button black eyes,

The voice was singing through the murderer now, the golden dust now gathering at their hands. 

Swoops down into the meadows, where the rabbits all hide." 

Swarms of the golden powder were now dancing around the murderers hands, begging to be commanded. 

Little rabbit, little rabbit, stay by Mother's side.

The murderer's hands started moving in unrecognizable patterns, the dust bending at their will. 

Or the little crowling, little crowling, will peck out your eyes."

At the last note of the song, a vision of Raynee flew into the murderer's head. It was an exact portrait of what she was doing at that moment, learning about meanings of colors from her teacher, (strange lesson, the murderer thought). The image then zoomed in so that the murderer could only see Raynee's head, blocking out the rest of the vision. The murderer, knowing what they had to do, then shot the burning inside their chest into the vision, straight at Raynee. 

Right as Raynee was describing the calm, sad feelings of the color blue to her instructor, the ground beneath her started to warm. The floor beneath her lit up in a brilliant burst of white, hot heat. The burning flame swallowed Raynee up in its billowing tendrils, sending sparks flying.

It is safe to say that Raynee was no more.

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Dead: 2: Hollyshock, (Let's just say bludgened - it's shorter), Raynee (burned)

Suspects: Skip, Any more? 

Currently Ruled Out: Bean, Dreamii, Opal 

Ah, and I must add, IF YOU KNOW THIS POEM, PLEASE DO NOT SAY WHERE IT IS FROM! Okay, that was a bit loud, but it is quite important. You will soon learn why ;) 

dear goodness. i seem to have forgotten to fill out the form. my bad. [tmw here, btw :D]

Name: aislynnlynx

Nickname (If no nickname, leave this space blank): i have multiple, actually. you are permitted to call me lynn, lynnie, or lynx, although i prefer lynx.  

Pronouns: she/they. 

Appearance: hmm. i have black shimmering hair [posing somewhat of a resemblance to a raven's feather] with purple eyes. i have pale skin, and wear a wolf mask. i wear a black cloak, and black hunting boots, as well as carry a bow and a quiver of arrows. that's all you need to know. 

What Ability Do You Think You Have?: telepath or shadowseer. why? *laughing* because, you see, dear friend, i am able to read people quite well- telepathy of some sort. shadow-seer? i reside in the darkness. [im serious. my room has led lights and a lamp, but the lamp is never turned on and the led lights are only in a soft shade of purple or blue.] 

What Ability Do You Want To Have?: a wundersmith would sound wonderful, but too much of a burden. i'd say telepathy- quite useful indeed. 

Do You Like Surprises?: if they are the good kind, i suppose so. 

Are You One Who Would Go For A Strange Hairstyle?: heavens, no. i prefer life simple. 

Favorite Color Combination: ah, the old question. i like indigo and blue together, although black and gold look simply superb as well. 

5 Adjectives That Describe You: elegant. somewhat mysterious. somehow childish? bipolar. strange. 

5 Adjectives That Describe Your Best Friend: hyperactive. artsy. childish. cheerful. hmm, chaotic. 

Does Your Best Friend Ever Take The Shape Of A Snake?: why, of course. i have two best friends. one is a snake, dear friend. 

Do You Like The Color Black? If So, Why?: yes. why? is that even a question? it's dark. i like dark. 

Do You Like Enlarged Beasts Like Giant Lions?: of course! they're lovely. 

Would You Live In A House With A Personality (The answer is yes): of course! a house with no personality is rather bland. 

Would You Be Able To Wear An Eye-Patch For Days On End: i've lived in one for two months as a dare. 

Day or Night?: night. 

Light or Darkness?: darkness

Do or Die? (Please answer do - We can not except dead candidates): *large sigh* do, i suppose. perhaps in an alternate universe i would have chosen die. 

Do you like photography?: not particularily. 

Top Three Of Your Most Favorite, Obscure Hobbies (The obscurer, the better): obscure, you say..very well then. being mysterious. creating water mist. and...yelling at small children. *sigh* 

Does The World Bend At Your Will?: why shouldn't it? 

What Do You Think Of Sappy Conversations?: ugh. romance is much too overrated. and sappiness...no. just no. 

Can You Remember Your Dreams?: i live in a daydream. 

Favorite Quote You Caught A Friend Saying: hmm. "WE DIDN'T START THE FIREEE IT WAS ALWAYS BURNING SINCE THE WORLD'S BEEN TURNINGGG!" 

Preferred Way Of Dying (Being a hero is not an option. We can not always provide hero-required scenarios at the time of death. Oh, and dying of old age doesn't count either. Because, well, we haven't made aging rays yet.): *large sigh* i would prefer to die being a villain. 

Favorite Number: 13. lucky numbers are overrated/ 

Favorite Time Of Day: midnight. it's peaceful and you can see the stars. 

Do You Appreciate Verb Tenses?: do i appreciate grammar? [the answer is no.] 

Drawing Or Writing?: drawing. 

Dream Job: either being a minecraft developer or a youtuber. [*sigh* the other ones are farrr too complicated.] 

Okay, Are You Tired Of These Questions?: no. 

If You Said Yes, Than To Bad Because There Is One More: i didn't say yes. i said no. 

Letter Your Real Name Begins With: sorry, that's classified information. 

Okay, I'm Done: nOOO- *ahem* that's fine. 

Now I'm Done For Real: aAAAh- *coughs* very well then. 

Sike!: yEE- *coughs again* ah, alright. 

Alright, Ellith Says I Have To Stop Before You Give Up On This Thing: nOOOOO- *draws self up regally* very well then. 

And The Disclaimer: Do You Agree To Say That Arcady And His Associates Will Bear No Responsibility Caused By This Wunderous (Pun Intended) Situation?: hmm. i suppose so. in multiple alternate realities i am already dead. so it wouldn't cause all that much trouble. 

Hello again everyone! And to TMW/Lynx, thank you for posting your form! I will be sure to utelize it in the next installment!  

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Day 1, Part 2

The murderer hadn't realized they had set Raynee on fire until dinner that night. Gilly had walked into the room (yes, walked, Notty had taken mercy on the guests that night) with red, puffy eyes and a tissue in hand, and the guest immediately realized what had happened. Still, they asked for the details, wanting to know what the murderer's strategy might be. 

Really though, the murderer didn't have a strategy. They had a voice in their head literally singing them instructions. The murderer was getting quite annoyed, to be frank.

Arcady announced that there would be a funeral for Raynee later. The guests didn't miss how he never specified exactly how much later, but they went along with him anyway. They were all too worn out from their day of lessons to be that concerned about when the funeral took place. 

The group ate in silence for awhile, mourning Raynee and trying to unnoticably close their eyes. Seeing the sorry state of the guests, Alexander, Arcady's Nephew, decided to have some fun. 'Liven things up' as he liked to think. Nobody knew that he actually had a knack, so this was sure to be entertaining. 

Gathering his thoughts, Alexander thought up a plan. It was a beautiful plan, if he did say so himself. Any plan with as many paper airplanes as his couldn't be bad. Smiling to himself, Alexander opened his mind to the rest of the guests and thought one, clear message.

Stand up. 

The guests all stood up on cue, standing straight as staffs at their space at the table. Alexander chuckled, musing at the expressions on the participants' faces. 

Grab your napkins.

Everyone bent to pick up their napkins, returning to the ram-rod position they had been in moments before. Alexander grinned. His plan was working perfectly. But wait - was Rainbow holding the table cloth? Darn - he mustn't have been clear enough. 

Focusing on Riot's mind particularly, he repeated the phrase. 

Grab your napkin. 

A little less precisely than Alexander had wished, Riot eventually grabbed the napkin. Now, all Alexander had to do was tell them how to fold. As daunting as the task was, Alexander still knew he could do it. He had been able to mesmerise three members of Wunsoc, his school. If he could do that, he could do this.

Alexander shut his eyes tight and imagined himself folding a paper airplane. He was an expert at airplanes, so the steps came to him in a flash. He did his very best to send a clear image into the participants' minds, using less words than his previous message. All he had to do now was hope it worked.

Slowly, and much more clumsily than before, the guests started folding their napkins, paper, thankfully, into clean paper airplanes. Some, Alexander was reluctant to admit, were more balls of crush than plane, but it was still a success in his mind. Just one more thing. 

Throw!

Alexander immediately disconnected his mind after the command, wanting to see the guests' true reactions. And what a reaction it was. Most of the participants were dazed and confused, as expected, but a good amount were acting unusually. And as you can tell, Alexander is quite unusual himself, so, in other words, they were acting extremely unusual. 

Silver, the first one Alexander noticed, had somehow kept the image of the plane in her head and had transformed into a sheet of paper without being able to stop herself. It was a good thing Jaybells grabbed her, or else she would have fallen on the floor and been trampled for sure. 

Bean's mind had gotten stuck on the command to throw, and had accidentally sent a gust of swirling wind across the room (Adding to the danger for Silver). All of the successful airplanes were now caught in a miniature tornado over the dining table. 

Writing had arisen to think they had somehow caused the mess, being an animator, and was trying to bring the planes back to the ground. Unfortunately, the net she had harnessed from her imagination landed on Dreamii instead of the planes. 

Riot, the fastest guest to recover, was trying to burn the planes with sunlight, but her slight missaim led to a scorching hole in the wall. Notty was angered by this, and started firing arrows out of the wall at Riot, at least successfully knocking down a few planes. 

Alexander smiled. He had done his job. 

"QUIET! ALL QUIET ON THE NORTHERN FRONT!" Arcady shouted over the tornado's winds. 

The CBers and AEs froze (Riot safely ducked under a table) and looked at Arcady. Even the wind seemed to slow down. 

"Bean, will you please try calming the wind?" 

Bean took a deep breath, inhaling the storm. Now, there was as close to a tone of silence as possible, for Notty was still shooting arrows and Arcady knew better than to yell at them. 

"Okay, Silver, can you turn back into a human?"  Arcady asked

Silver's paper form shuffled, and her human form returned. 

"And Dreamii? Can you get out of that net?" 

Dreamii hopped over to the table, grabbed a knife, and cut herself free. 

"Yep." 

"Alright then, now, ALEXANDER!" 

Everyone turned to face Alexander. The grin on his face told the whole story. Alexander had no shame. 

"Yes, Uncle?" Alexander asked innocently. 

"I told you to NEVER use your knack on the guests! It is DANGEROUS! Look what happened here!" Arcady gestured around the Dinning Hall, now in an utter state of chaos. 

Alexander cocked his head as if he couldn't see anything. 

"What? Nobody is injured." Alexander answered. 

With a deep sigh, Arcady pointed to the exit, currently blocked with a current rack that had gotten dislodged during the storms. Shrugging, Alexander moved the rack, saluted to the guests, and left with a bow. 

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That evening, Notty worked away at the wrecked Dining Hall, using their best possible skills to rework the room. It was difficult and laborious work, but Notty still accomplished it anyway. They decided the Dining hall would only contain cloth napkins from now on. Still fuming with Alexander, Notty quickly located his room and made his bed disappear. The thunk was enough satisfaction in itself. If a house could have smiled, Notty would have. 

The murderer was also in a pleasant mood, knowing they didn't have to kill anyone that night. Maybe the voice would just...disappear. They doubted it, but they still tried to think there might be a chance. And maybe, with their normal senses back, they could prevent themselves from further murders! 

The world dark and Notty busy causing pain to Alexander, the murderer walked over to their luggage case, trying to attempt something that had never been done before - to stop. Searching through the suitcase, the murderer picked out all the things that they considered could possibly be a weapon. The wrench (which, on second thought, they really should have gotten rid of beforehand), a blade with serrated edges, a particularly dangerous looking protractor, a pallet knife, a bowling ball, and a hammer.   

The murderer was utterly confused as to why they had painting equipment and a bowling ball in their luggage, but they were moving too fast to care. They hurriedly put the oddments into a sack and left the room. 

The murderer had been in such a rush, they forgot that they could have used their map to travel. It would have been so much easier than to carry all the weapons in a bag around the Not-Mansion, but it was too late to turn back. The murderer had to move. Where they were going, they didn't know. All they knew was that it had to be far, far away from their own room. 

But what the murderer didn't know was that on their trek across the Not-Mansion, they had awoken a guest. Jaybells had heard the uneasy sound of footsteps from outside of their door, and had gotten up to follow them. Jaybells was staying quiet, never revealing to the murderer that they were in their tracks, waiting to catch a glimpse of the murderer's face. It was so dark in the mansion, however, they could only see the silhouette of the figure and hear the bag on their back going thump, thump, thump. 

Once the murderer thought they were a sufficient distance away from where they had begun, they stopped walking and flung their sack on the ground. Jaybells thought this was not a very cautious thing to do, but then realized that not one bedroom door was nearby. Jaybells had left their's a good few hallways back. With a shiver, Jaybells realized that there was no way they could make it back to their room now. And if the murderer turned around, they would for sure see them. Jaybells had to hide. 

While Jaybells searched for a particularly dark shadow to place themselves in, the murderer looked for a window. A big window, preferably. They wanted to be able to dump the whole bag out in one shot. They had just found one and were edging it open when they heard a noise from behind them. And it wasn't just Notty groaning from insomnia - it was a sneeze. A very distinctly human sneeze. 

The murderer turned around slowly, bag in hand and spotted what they had feared most. Another guest. Jaybells. 

"It's you." Jaybells proclaimed, shocked and horrified.

"I never thought it would be you." 

The murderer shook their head and responded in a solemn, deep tone that Jaybells found odd coming from a criminal. 

"I...I never thought it would be me either." The murderer answered. "I don't want to do this."

"Then don't!" Jaybells cried. 

"But I have to." The murderer answered. "I...I must." 

The voice that had been nagging the murderer so long was starting to arise again. The murderer reached for their sack. 

"No…" Jaybells moaned. 

The voice commanded the murderer not to respond. It commanded them to, like with Holly, let all emotions leave their body. If they could feel, they would be useless. The murderer grabbed the bowling ball out of the bag and strained their arms to lift it over their head. 

Jaybells tried to run, but the murderer stomped on Jaybell's feet before they could move. Then, as fast as they could, the murderer dropped the bowling ball onto Jaybells' head. 

And for good measure, stabbed them with the blade. 

The murderer looked around, and tied the bag back up quickly. They glanced at the window, and then back down the hallway they had come. They ran back down the hallway with their weapons in tow.