xp_logs | Papa Don't Preach: The Great Escape

Unable to sleep, Callie wakes up Clarice and shares what she knows.

Something wasn't right.

After a day of alternating sleeping and eating somewhat, Callie now found herself unable to sleep. There was something bothering her, but she couldn't tell what. She glanced over at the bed where Clarice was sleeping, perhaps should try to get some rest as well. She closed her eyes and settled against the pillows, thinking about what had transpired over the past day.

She sat up, ignoring the sharp pain that came with the action. It all made sense. No one would tell her where she was, or when she would be able to leave. They were being so nice. And now that she was thinking more clearly, she remembered something she had heard the night before.

They weren't going to let them leave.

Callie threw off the covers and silently made her way to where Clarice lay. She reached out and lightly tapped her sleeping friend. "Clarice," she whispered, hoping no one would hear. "Clarice. Wake up."

Moaning, Clarice resisted waking. Her head hurt. She couldn't really ignore that though or the noises. Blindly she reached out and swatted where ever the words were coming from to make them go away. She hit something soft and fleshlike. Cracking an eye open she was surprised to find the lights weren't on. Huh. That was sort of nice and reasonable, especially given her headache. "Wha?" she muttered, not entirely awake yet.

She winced in pain as the hand hit her. "Clarice, it's me, Callie. Are you okay?"

Oh. Oops. "Nooo," she said, rubbing her eyes now to get the sleep out, "My head hurts. Beverly is evil."

"You hit your head," Callie explained patiently. "In the club. Can you move? Like, stand?"

Oh. Not Beverly. Clarice wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Sitting up she had to wait a moment as the world stopped moving around her. "Why?" she asked suspiciously.

"We need to leave. Now."

There was something in Callie's voice that jolted Clarice out of her sleep induced haze. Planting her feet solidly on the ground she stood, wobbling for a minute before remaining steady, she'd stood up too fast, nothing more. "I can stand. I can move," she said, she'd done more with worse. Scrunching up her face she tried to make a disc home, "I can't 'port!" she panicked, automatically reaching to see if there was an inhibitor collar around her neck.

"What?" Callie's voice was filled with panic as well. Remain calm, she reminded herself. There has to be another way. "Right. So you hit your head. Do you remember anything after?" She shook her head. "We have to get out another way then."

"We were at the club and I fell...and you woke me up," there wasn't anything in the middle. Looking around the room, Clarice turned to Callie, "This isn't your house. Where are we?"

"I don't know! I woke up yesterday and I heard people talking... they want to keep us here." She anxiously wrung her hands. "Something about marriage? I don't know!"

"Marriage?" Clarice raised an eyebrow. This was weird. "Calm down. Okay? Let me think," which was hard to do with a brass band in her head, but so be it. "Did you try the door?" Clarice walked over and the handle turned with ease, the door leading to a long nondescript hallway with no one around. Oookay. "Let's go," she said, holding the door for Callie.