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WHO: @cedarcarrington WHERE: The Kingsley Dining Hall WHEN: January 15

Cedar and Vanessa hadn't had a proper interaction since before the party. Whenever they happened to cross paths afterward, Vanessa always seemed to find some excuse to appear busier than she was, acting as though she were in the middle of the most dire responsibility. Some more believably than others. To anyone paying attention, though, it was obvious she was avoiding her boyfriend at all costs, unable to shake a certain awkwardness since she had seen him with... THAT ONE GIRL. She even found herself trying to avoid thoughts of the party altogether. Still, she decided it was time to rip off the Band-Aid and reestablish contact through a good old-fashioned phone call. Sitting with a leg draped over the other and her nails tapping rhythmically on the table beside her, she perked up a little when he finally picked up. "Hey, HONEY BUN," she mused. "You're finally talking to me? I feel like we haven't spoken in ages..."

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Katherine was ABSOLUTELY RIGHT, in Vanessa's humble opinion, she did put a lot of thought into things. She just thinks and thinks and thinks, and... — stuffing her gloss wand back in the tube, and then into her bag, Vanessa parted her lips, almost having an opportunity to acknowledge the over-application of her gloss before Katherine mentioned her party. Vanessa hesitated, growing rigid at the memory. She had spent days trying to pretend she hardly even remembered the party, despite it being the talk on campus ( for obvious reasons ). Selfishly, Vanessa could hardly be bothered by why the party had been so traumatizing for everyone else, she was more focused on Cedar and... whatshername.

Her brows lifted a little, lips still parted momentarily as she wrestled with her desire to avoid the party topic all around. Instead, she released a hopeless-sounding sigh. "Ugh, I honestly WANTED TO do the whole filler thing..." she said, lifting her bag up to her lap and scooting back in her seat a little more. "But my agent was like, 'Vanessa, if you get filler, you’ll never land a period drama. Your face won’t pass for pre-Instagram.' I still get called in for those, sooo..." She glanced at Katherine and grinned a little. "What'd you say? —OH... of course... matcha mojitos... I mostly went dry... only two or three shots." And a half-bottle of Opus One, but she decidedly left that out. "Not super big on mojitos? What would you prefer?"

                   brown   eyes   bear   into   the   other   without   a   miss.   vanessa's   behavior   could   be   endearing,   the   ditziness   marketable   and   maybe   even   something   to   fawn   upon,   but   katherine's   gaze   remains   hard.   "don't   think   too   much,   vanessa.   it   may   hurt   you."   a   blonde   joke   is   stuck   underneath   her   tongue,   but   considering   her   own   peroxided   head,   she   swallows   it   down   and   turns   to   turn   on   the   golf   car   instead.   it   is   no   ferrari,   but   it   does   the   job,   springing   into   action;   she   has   the   experience   to   guide   it   without   a   hitch.   the   thought   of   having   to   share   a   drink   with   vanessa   does   not   please   her   much,   but   katherine   conceals   it   underneath   her   gaze.   "over-applying   it   will   do   nothing.   you   may   as   well   get   a   filler."   eyes   momentarily   stray   from   the   path   to   the   blonde   beside   her,   trying   to   analyse   if   said   lip   filler   was   already   a   thing   by   now   on   the   other's   person.   katherine   decides   that   maybe   the   eternal   gratitude   thing   could   be   useful,   at   some   point.   it   never   hurts   to   have   a   good   reputation,   even   amongst   people   like   this   one.   "we   didn't   have   matcha   mojitos   at   my   party.   did   you   go   dry?"

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Even Vanessa's winter issue of CR Fashion Book couldn't distract her from the sudden debris rolling to a stop by her feet. Truthfully, it would be the first time that Vanessa's full focus landed on one of these flyers, regardless of HOW aggressively her anonymous classmate plastered them all over campus. Peeking up at November when she spoke, Vanessa let a small shrug roll off her shoulder, a hand daintily turning a page. "You know you're only giving them the satisfaction..." she said somewhat distantly, as though Vanessa's lack of attention to the flyers had any sort of strategy behind it. As though she were overflowing with wisdom for being more focused on her magazine than whatever threats the blog was making. "They could have at least used a nicer font." She said simply, ignoring the request and returning her eyes to her magazine.

who?  open,  capped  at  0/3. where?  the  montclair  quad.

the  anonymous  campus  menace  must  think  they're  real  clever,  and  as  a  woman  who  much  prefers  to  keep  her  own  life  personal,  november  finds  their  larking  particularly  irritating.  her  already  barely-concealed  rage  simmers  every  time  she  walks  past  those  goddamn  flyers.  they're  everywhere,  and  she's  already  seen  a  few  this  morning.  day  ruined.  the  next  one  she  spots  quickly  becomes  the  target  of  her  fury—it's  taped  to  a  lamp  post,  and  she  tears  it  down  without  breaking  her  stride,  crumples  it  in  her  fist  without  bothering  to  read  past  the  first  line.  the  quad  itself  is  deceptively  peaceful,  and  the  brunette  marches  straight  through  it,  a  storm  cloud  veering  towards  the  nearest  trash  can,  the  paper  remains  still  clutched  in  hand.  hand  winds  up  like  she's  about  to  throw  it  hard;  nova  narrows  her  gaze  like  she's  lining  up  the  shot.  the  balled-up  flyer  arcs  wide,  hits  the  pavement,  rolls  for  one,  two,  three  seconds  .  .  .  and  hits  someone's  foot.  "fuck,"  she  hisses  under  her  breath  before  stalking  a  few  paces  closer,  voice  louder  this  time.  "sorry.  bad  aim."  a  tilt  of  her  head  at  the  paper,  then:  "well?  you  gonna  toss  it  out,  or  hand  it  over  so  i  can?"

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Vanessa peeked over at Cal, her brow quirking a little. “Only mildly ominous…” she mused somewhat teasingly, but certainly felt the tension caused by his mention of death. A beat of silence passed before she turned her gaze back to the sky, letting a breath ease its way out of her. “But no, I have… I’m kind of more of a sunset girl, though. I would rather die than be out with a bunch of mosquitoes and whatever little vicious critters are out there… away from the city.” She said, paying no mind to the fact that she was brushing past the topic of death almost as easily as he had. Arguably more cavalier. “No matter the view. A sunset, you can view from anywhere… You ever been to the Edge at Hudson Yards?”

open starter location: somewhere off campus

"tell me that you've been stargazing, and i mean away from the city." cal turns toward the body beside him. "it's one of the most beautiful things you could ever see. everyone should do it before we die," he cringes internally, a little bit, at his last choice of words.

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Lipgloss hand hovering dramatically at the mention of the name Brown, Vanessa quirked a brow and turned her head away from Katherine and over her shoulder, CERTAIN she was going to find someone else that Katherine must have been speaking to. Needless to say, Katherine had been speaking directly to Vanessa, but of course, that didn't stop her; the dramatics already commencing with the misnomer.

"Oh God," she mused gratefully, turning her angel-innocent eyes back in Katherine's direction. "You're seriously the sweetest. I didn't even think about the potential blister damage," she began, sounding far more sincere than what the moment might have called for, given Katherine's direct tone. "Looking out for my arches and my marketability..." pumping her gloss wand into the tube a few times as she spoke, its suction popped as she swiftly pulled it back out. "Would you mind terribly if I stayed put, just until the spa?" She added breezily before her previous interpretation of the events could be challenged. She continued dabbing her gloss into place. "I'll owe you BIG TIME. Eternal gratitude level... or, like, a Matcha Mojito from Brew House later... your call..."

               "i've  just  said  i'm  not  a  caddy,  brown."  oh,  katherine  knows  her  surname  is  marron,  but  there's  something  about  this  kind  of  people  —  they  may  have  money,  but  they  have  no  class.  it's  a  surprise  crestwood  even  allows  them  around,  but  maybe  it's  only  telling  that  the  harrington  need  to  find  somewhere  better  to  lounge  on,  if  the  clientele  is  dropping  level  like  this.  "ask  nicely  first,  or  you  may  just  have  to  walk  your  way  barefoot.  can  you  get  commercial  ads  for  feet  with  blisters?"

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"UGH, I LOVE you!" Vanessa mused through a huge sigh before snatching the drink from her friend and turning back into her dorm. "Yes, I'd die for some of those little, soft, thick corn things right now..." she said, tucking the drink under her arm and forming a circle with her thumbs and index fingers, "with the crispy edges and the stuff on top?" Vanessa wasn't the type to feel shame in not knowing that they were called sopes; she simply knew she wanted twenty. Setting the drink on the common-room table, she turned and grabbed two glasses, feeling relieved to have something to take her mind off of Cedar and whatever mess she had been avoiding with him since the party. "How was your thing?"

WHO: Anyone! Feel free to assume connections.

"Hi! I come bearing my beautiful face and something fun to drink," she smiled as the door opened. Nina had just awakened from a three-hour nap after taking her MCAT. After pulling all-nighters all week, she finished the test feeling somewhat satisfied with her performance. Now, it was the waiting game. She had thirty days to find out if she was smart enough to get accepted into medical school. Until then, she needed to find ways to keep her mind occupied. She figured that anything that took her outside of her apartment would be a good option. "I could go for some Mexican food right now. It's on me if that helps!"

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Mid-stride, Vanessa's heel clipped the floor when Emerson cut her off, her body going rigid so as to not walk straight into him and her eyes widening, dipping down his torso monetarily to gather her bearings. At the mention of the anonymous blog, Vanessa let out an exasperated sigh and brought the straw of her iced chai latte to her lips, letting a small shrug roll off her shoulder. "I think it could be anything." She said, dismissing the options all around and slumping into a seat near him. "All I know is that they didn't even spell my name right..." she scoffed a little, "can you BELIEVE that?" A small, incredulous-sounding peep escaped her unwittingly. Somehow more focused on the offence than the alarming messaging in the blog post. "So, for all I know, it wasn't even meant to be my name. So..." she continued with an airy sigh, "I think... whatever it is, it can't be that serious." She tucked her straw back in her mouth, taking a small sip before saying, "Revenge for what anyway?"

featuring: open! location: the brew house.

emerson cornered the other, iced vanilla latte in hand. "so, what are your thoughts on the anonymous blog terrorising campus?" , he asked as he sauntered over to the chair nearest to them. in other circumstances he would have been more tactful but this wasn't the time for tact. there was an anonymous creep using a dead girl for clout and threatening a seemly random group of students. he needed to get on top of the situation. he opted against taking a subtle approach to gathering information. the anonymous blogger's first move was bold and assertive. so, he decided to start with an offensive counter-attack. "do you think the names at the bottom of the post were chosen at random or do you think whoever's running the blog has specific reasons for choosing our names? do you think that maybe it could be a revenge plot?" , he asked as he folded himself to sit in the chair at a strange angle.

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"OH, perfect!" Vanessa said through a relieved huff as she flopped into the passenger seat of the cart, unslinging her bag from her shoulder and allowing it to plop on the floor ahead of her. "That's exactly where I was heading and after the day I've had, the spa is a hard-earned stop. Let me tell you, that's the last time I wear Reformation sneakers to a spin class." Digging in her bag for a moment, she pulled out her lipgloss, using her phone as a mirror to reapply with dramatic precision. "You're a doll," she said, more focused on her own reflection than Katherine. "My feet are kil-ling me."

open, set on the crestwood club.

                   katherine  has  nothing  against  golfing.  in  a  better  day,  she  would  be  out  on  the  field,  but  some  of  it  loses  its  shine  when  her  father  doesn't  tag  along  —  and,  lately,  mr.  harrington  has  thrown  his  grief  not  into  leasure,  but  back  into  numbers  and  money.  she  supposes  she  can't  complain  much  about  it,  only  she's  out  of  a  partner.  with  the  movement  slow,  she  settles  on  one  of  the  carts,  feet  up  on  the  panel  as  she  flips  through  a  page,  then  another.  "i'm  not  a  caddy."  she  says,  lifting  her  eyes  to  find  someone  who  may  as  well  go  to  montclair.  this  fucking  town.  "but  i'm  on  my  way  to  the  spa  if  you  want  a  ride."

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welcome  back  to  montclair  university,  vanessa  renée  marron  !  according  to  your  student  file  you're  a  TWENTY FIVE  year  old  JUNIOR,  studying  MARKETING,  and  funny  enough  you  were  voted  drama queen  your  senior  year  of  high  school  back  home  in  NEWPORT,  OREGON.  i  can  totally  see  it  with  your  resourceful,  brazen  and tactless  personality  !  but  enough  about  that  —  i  heard  you  were  lizzie  harrington's  SOCIAL LIABILITY.  makes  sense  when  you  take  into  consideration  your  status  as  a  legacy  student …  and  the  fact  that  you're  hiding [ redacted ].  you're  often  seen  at  melody lounge,  and  you  kind  of  embody  the  hush  of  a  designer  boutique,  broken  by  a  voice  two  decibels  too  loud,  a  spilled  mimosa  soaking  into  silk,  passed  off  as  a  bold  choice,  glitter  caught  in  the  carpet,  stubborn,  everywhere,  impossible  to  vacuum…  not  to  mention  people  always  seem  to  hum  primadonna by marina and the diamonds  when  you're  around,  but  you'll  always  be  known  on  campus  as  THE  CHATTERBOX  who  enjoys  screenshotting  group  chats  and  has  4.3k  instagram  followers…  good  luck  this  semester  !

there's  confetti,  champagne,  oh  and—cedar carrington locked  in  a  passionate  kiss  with  juliana torres,  completely  unaware  that  from  the  shadows,  VANESSA MARRON,  their  long  term  partner,  is  watching  from  the  second  floor  balcony.

♡* — B A S I C S

Name: Vanessa Renée Marron

Nicknames: Ness, Nessa, Loch Ness Monster ( To her face? Behind her back? Is it endearing? Is it an insult? You decide! )

Age: Twenty-Five

Gender: Cis-female

Pronouns: She/Her

Date of Birth: July 29

Place of Birth: Newport, Oregon

Astrology: Leo ☼ — Aquarius ☾ — Sagittarius ↑

Sexual Orientation: Gray-asexual

Romantic Orientation: Aroflux or Desinoromantic

Religious Affiliations: Atheist

Spoken Languages: English

Major: Marketing

♡* — F A M I L Y

Mother: Margaret Marron ( née Campbell )

Father: Jeffery Mannor

Siblings: Robert Marron ( older brother ), Elizabeth Marron ( younger sister )

♡* — P H Y S I C A L

Height: 5'7''

Complexion: Light complexion with pink undertones prone to burning

Hair Colour & Style: Blonde, with a slight wave & worn in a variety of styles including straightened, curled, in a ponytail, or top bun ( both either classy or casual ), and most commonly worn down with its natural wave, falling to her mid-back

Eye Colour: Blue

Scars & Birthmarks: Only various scarring from minor injuries throughout her life

Dominant Hand: Right-handed

♡* — T R A I T S

Positive Traits: resourceful, quick-witted, assertive, self-assured, socially fearless, goal-oriented, unshakably confident

Neutral Traits: brazen, relentless, audacious

Negative Traits: tactless, selfish, erratic, fake, deflective, forceful, delusional, narcissistic, passive-aggressive, short-tempered, manipulative, insecure

♡* — P E R S O N A L I T Y

— First and foremost, Vanessa is an attention-seeker, and for better or worse, she will get the attention.

— She is a yapper, she will yap on and on. She is quite obnoxious and will not get a clue about it ( or will explicitly ignore them is more accurate ) She can't handle silence and loves the sound of her own voice, so naturally...

— She prefers to be surrounded by people of importance but just anyone will do if they're fulfilling something for her. Whether socially or emotionally.

— She often seems to perceive her relationships as closer than they are or perhaps she's only behaving in that way in the hopes that the other person will start to believe it.

— She is fake and will put on a friendly face with people for the sake of maintaining appearances but the truth is that Vanessa is quite shallow. It's hard to tell if there is a soft undercurrent to her chaos. No one has really gotten close enough to her to see.

— She's kind of all over the place but somehow manages to get what she wants, more by being socially aggressive and forceful than actually schmoozing her way there. However, Vanessa has been known to impressively schmooze when it is least exptected.

— While Vanessa is manipulative, she's tactless

— If you can expect anything from Vanessa, it's that she will act oblivious if she's being called out or being held accountable. Almost to the point where you assume she may be oblivious but she actually just has narcissistic tendencies and tries to play dumb.

— The way she dismisses being called out or confronted by blatant facts is almost comical, as she will deny/deflect/avoid in almost humourous ways... barely believable to even herself but she has already convinced herself of her reason.

— She doesn't admit fault, nor will she retell stories in a way that disparages herself. She will verbally claim she has it together and that of course she has the talent, intelligence, and ability, even in situations where it is outwardly evident that she does not.

— In the face of those who may openly look down on her, she will talk around their clear disdain, as though she doesn't notice and will almost try to rope them into her oblivious narrative, as though they're not directly speaking down to her.

♡* — L I Z Z I E H A R R I N G T O N

— From a distance, it likely appeared that Vanessa and Lizzie were friends. The two of them kept up appearances, were on committees together, and even co-hosted events. But the truth was, Vanessa and Lizzie barely knew each other. What they did know of each other though, was enough to keep their relationship... polite. And behind the scenes, a cold war of information was afoot.

— There are many things that Vanessa hides from those around her, and she isn't sure how, but Lizzie managed to learn quite a few of them. However big or small these secrets may have been, Lizzie had been holding them over Vanessa's head until the end of their freshman year, even letting a few secrets slip along the way:

— "Did you know that Vanessa Marron auditioned for a toothpaste commercial but got rejected for having UNPHOTOGENIC GUMS?" LIES. Of course. But everyone in the school already knows about it.

— "OMG, check out these TikToks I saw the other day!" And wouldn't you know, a clip of Vanessa's leaked Bachelor self-tape where she mispronounced "hors d'oeuvres" snuck in there? Vanessa, of course, denied it was even her.

— Just before that summer, Vanessa managed to get ahold of irrefutable evidence of one of Lizzie's own little secrets. At first, she wasn't sure it would be enough to put Lizzie in her place, but to her delight, it was, and from the first day of their sophomore year, the two of them were on "friendly" terms, seemingly having only nice things to say about each other.

— Vanessa is deeply shocked by Lizzie's death. She's used to intense power-play games, so the relief she feels knowing that Lizzie can no longer hold her secrets over her head is subtle, but she is still kind of relieved. But she would never admit to it. In the meantime, Vanessa has been trying to find ways to make Lizzie's death about her. They were dear friends, after all.

♡* — P E R S O N A L H I S T O R Y

— Vanessa aspired to be an actor since she was a young girl, but unfortunately, she never made the big break that she had always hoped she would. But that isn't to say she's been completely out of work.

— At 18, she moved out of her small, hometown of Newport, Oregon and to LA ( where she had been living up until her admission into Montclair ) in the hopes that she would be able to make it big.

— She wasn't completely out of experience, having been in several commercials between the ages of 14 and 17. Mostly apparel, but managed to swing a wholesome coffee commercial somewhere in there but still, landing serious roles proved to be a challenge for her.

— At 21, Vanessa landed a titular role in a Netflix Original series, starring a few well-known actors alongside her ( names she still manages to drop on occasion ). Production began and it was everything Vanessa had dreamed about and more. However, before the show even had a chance to air, it was cancelled, leaving Vanessa completely devastated.

— Vanessa hadn't managed to book anything since then. Not even commercials, which had previously seemed to be her strong suit.

— Now she's studying marketing at Montclair and secretly plans to have kids as soon as possible, to start getting them in the spotlight.

♡* — L O C A T I O N S

There are a few places around campus you'll be most likely to see Vanessa. She certainly makes her way around campus but here are notable stops.

— Melody Lounge: Karaoke? Center of attention? Fake crying during a torch song? This is Vanessa's power arena. She treats karaoke like an audition and expects everyone to clap like she's on Broadway.

— The Brew House: Perfect spot to sit by the window and be seen sipping her overcomplicated order while scrolling casting calls.

— Beaumont Performing Arts Hall: Vanessa haunts this place like a ghost of cancelled pilot seasons past. She's not enrolled in any art classes but she's likely, "visiting an old director friend" or "scouting the competition."

— Halston Books: She goes to "browse scripts" and loudly talks about how she had a signed copy of "Angels in America" until her agent stole it.

— The Kingsley Dining Hall: She'll dress up like she's attending The Oscars, maybe pick at a salad and talk loudly about gluten like it personally betrayed her.

— The Langley Library: Only on occasion. Otherwise, it's too quiet for her, not enough eyes. She might wander in to loudly take a call and get shushed.

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♡* — tag dump !