Who: Vanessa & Dylan Where: kitchen When: around noon
To say that Vanessa felt strange would be an utter understatement. Having been busy with her little intrigue revolving the disgusting little baby doll she had found in Joe's room and her leftover pin, in addition to pull Lucy on her side and establish her as a friend who would already go as far as openly defend her if people were mean to her, regardless of her own action which she mostly tried to justify with her being overly scared and scarred due to her imaginary trauma, Vanessa hadn't even spent a single thought on the possibility that someone might use their voodoo doll on her. And even if she had, she wouldn't have suspected any consequences, as she was used to always dodging consequences and shifting any kind of outcome to her favour, which, admittedly, didn't really work out as well in a place full of people grown out of high school drama.
This is why it didn't even occur to her that her strange feelings and urges could be caused by those voodoo dolls, plus she was only half-aware of her condition being somewhat... unnatural to begin with. She had woken up not only having been moved from where she had fallen asleep, which admittedly took her a while to realize because unlike the mansion, these rooms all looked very much alike, but she had also been unable to move for what felt like an eternity, filling her mind with utter, real panic for the first time in Zenith at all. She didn't even think of potential victim points this time, and how she could whine about it over the network later, because for some reason that she didn't even question at all, she was filled with a weird urge to help all of the other people who may be paralyzed as her, which, in her mind, translated to rattling them until they were able to move again. This, as well, was extremely unnatural. She genuinely worried about others. Which didn't strike her as odd, because somehow, Vanessa's mind was willing to roll with anything that came her way today, as everything that happened seemed strangely right to her, no matter what other people told her, no matter what her own brain told her, which wasn't able to tell her all that much in the first place. She felt strangely numb, the world around her a dull void, with occasional shots of anger piercing through.
Her only conclusion was that she must have been drugged, and while she didn't want to interact with people all that much, feeling as if something had drained her off all energy she ever had, she desperately urged for something to do. Not only do, but create. Something that would benefit everyone.
But Vanessa didn't really have any big talents other than manipulation and acting, which wasn't a thing today, as she just couldn't bring herself to put up any kind of act or telling any lies. She just wanted to curl up in her bed and simultaneously, needed her itching hands to do something as soon as possible. Maybe even inside her bed.
Because in addition to all the other weird stuff, she was horny as fuck, more than usual, and she seriously hoped that this Dylan guy she had just messaged would be hot and willing to get it on with her. The third guy can't be a failure too, right?! Normally, she wouldn't allow herself any hopes regarding any guys she hadn't seen in person before, but fuck that, today she would probably fuck with everyone, even Marco. EVEN JOE.
She didn't even consciously remember how she had thought that this Dylan guy would probably be a fucking faggot as he first offered her to teach her some basic cooking, because obviously, real men don't cook or stand around in the kitchen in any way, but due to the fact that this was basically only something that Vanessa tried to tell herself to fit things into her little 'I'm better than anyone else by berating anyone else' headspace as opposed to really being convinced by it at heart, these memories were basically wiped today, as she wasn't really able to convince herself to anything at all rather than being convinced by anyone else. In a way, this particular circumstance mirrored something that was a litte more true to the buried character underneath her charade of mostly self-conviction.
Gooood she was down to fuck with this Dylan. But she needed to satisfy the urges to create something first, because that wasn't something she just could handle with her hand alone. Well, she could, but she didn't know how to cook, and besides this very day, she never had the urge to do anything useful in life, much less create something. On any other day, she would have flat out refused to even touch a cooking utensil, but today she wanted to cook many things. Oh god someone could take her right inside the kitchen, and the thought of potentially being caught made it even more exciting.
She left her room a few minutes later as initially planned, because this thought had thrown her over the edge and she had needed some private Vanessa time while thinking of a threesome with Levi and Felix inside the kitchen. Regardless of her experiences with them, today, all they remained were hot guys inside her horny head.
Someone was playing piano, but Vanessa didn't care enough to go looking, as this would distract her from her goal to finally get down to cook things, things for everyone, with as many ingredients as possible, and it should look good, and she could tell everyone that she had made food for them. Something about the piano aggravated her for a second, as she felt a wave of sudden and unnatural anger flooding her body again, an anger which didn't quite vanish when entering an empty kitchen. Even though she had needed a little longer as she wanted to get there, she hadn't taken too long, and her room was right beside the kitchen anyway, so it was not really strange she was first, but that meant she had to wait, which, today, didn't led her to feel like letting her wait was an audacity and more like having to wait any longer would drive her INSANE.
She let her fingers tremble in unrest, on her body, on the counter, as she went from one side of the kitchen to another, back and forth, forth and back, still feeling kind of numb overall and as she was contained inside some foggy otherworld. Everything seemed a little unreal, and yet, her feelings basically tore her from the inside.
It felt like hours when in reality, it probably were only minutes until FINALLY, someone came.