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Chloe Price hates emojis (no_emoji) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-07-30 12:05:00

Who: Jaina and Chloe
What: Chloe dreams of getting roofied and things don't go well upon her waking up.
When: This morning
Where: Jaina's place
Warnings: High for talk of GBH-related drug, Chloe fighting her assailer, and waking up under the effects of a roofie



Chloe’s Dreams had taken the anticipated turn. Rachel had left without warning, and Chloe was left behind, slipping further into her depression. Though she hadn’t actually left Arcadia Bay like she’d left Tillamook. So apparently she finally found another difference between her Dreams and her waking life.

However, tonight’s Dream took a dark turn. Well, a darker turn. She’d gone to a bar where she ran into Nathan, a former classmate of hers when she’d still been in school. He was wasted, and she decided to con him out of his money. She owed Frank, and she needed that money to pay off her debt. Or just to skip town altogether because Arcadia Bay was a shithole.

But things hadn’t exactly gone according to plan. Chloe didn’t realize it, but he’d spiked her drink. Things were a blur until she found Nathan trying to take advantage of her. She fought him off, managing to grab a lamp and smash it over his head, before getting away.

Chloe woke with a start. She was disoriented as her mind went from sleep to awake, but as she started to get up to head to the bathroom, a wave of dizziness hit her and she fell out of bed and hit the floor hard.

“Fuck,” she muttered and groaned a bit in pain.

Sleep hadn’t been an option for Jaina. Her own dreams felt like they were in a holding pattern, repeating the same 20 hour time almost every night. Fighting the Horde off, the Horde retreating, the sound of an airship approaching. It was an ominous thing and Jaina couldn’t help but think something terrible was coming. That was, after all, the story of her Dream Life.

So she was up in the kitchen, nursing some tea and doing some work on a physics project when she heard a thump.

Getting up, Jaina padded through the living room and into the hall. “Chloe?”

Chloe’s head was swimming. She felt like she was extremely drunk despite the fact she’d definitely been sober upon going to sleep. She heard her name, but as her mind was still focused on her Dream, and Nathan looming over her, she thought it was him and not Jaina.

“No, get away from me,” Chloe responded, trying to get up, but it was difficult. Her speech was slurred, and her body movements were uncoordinated as she tried to get up, but only succeeded in falling back down.

And at that, Jaina burst in, ready to throw a fireball at the nearest threat. But Chloe was alone and on the floor, alarmingly uncoordinated. She snuffed out her spell and knelt next to Chloe. “Chloe! Can you hear me? Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

She tried to get a good look at Chloe’s face, at her eyes. Something about this felt distressingly familiar.

There’d been an incident when she was at MIT, involving a girl she’d met at a party who’d gotten drugged. Jaina had spent the entire night keeping an eye on her.

After Jaina came over by her, Chloe finally managed to get up to her knees, one hand on the bed to brace her. But Jaina’s proximity only made Chloe’s fight or flight instinct kick in a bit more.

“Get the fuck away from me, Nathan!” She reached out with her free hand to grab the lamp, intending to smash it over “Nathan’s” head like she had in the dream. She wasn’t that coordinated, but Chloe was still a fighter, and she wasn’t going to go down without putting up a fight.

Jaina jerked away, casting a protective spell to cause the lamp to shatter over what looked like thin air. Grabbing at Chloe would be counter productive right now, so instead Jaina backed away, hands up and palms out. “Chloe! It’s Jaina! You’re safe! You’re home, you’re safe.”

It was exceedingly difficult to focus, but Chloe felt like she needed to get out of there. At least until Jaina’s voice finally cut through the drug-induced haze clouding her mind. She frowned as she finally managed to pull herself back up onto the bed, but that was as far as she got.

“Jaina...fuck. I don’t feel so good,” she commented. She meant it in the sense that her body wasn’t completely hers at the moment as opposed to needing to throw up. “My head feels wrong.” Her speech was still slurred, like she was very drunk.

Jaina moved in and felt Chloe’s forehead, though she wasn’t sure what she’d find. “I think you’ve been drugged. You were shouting about a Nathan, do you remember what happened?”

Even as she was looking Chloe over, she was already formulating a plan if she needed to get her to hospital.

Chloe tried to focus on remembering what had happened. “Was at a bar. Saw Nathan. Spoiled rich prick that was in my class in high school before I got expelled. I decided to con him out of some money. I needed some to pay the dealer I got my weed from, only I wasn’t going to actually pay the dude, I was going to use the money to get the fuck out of that shithole town. I don’t really remember what happened between then and finding myself at his dorm or some shit. He was going to try to rape me, but I fought back.”

It just went to show that even when she drugged, Chloe was a fighter. She wasn’t going to let some asshole have their way with her as long as she was able to fight.

Jaina listened along, reserving any judgement for after the story. While she’d never been the kind of hellion that Chloe was, she could understand that need to rebel and knew the girl well enough at this point to understand the methods she chose to rebel with. Especially in those terrible dreams that had just gotten terrible...er.

“I’m really glad you were able to fight him off. Not everyone could.” Nathan sounded like a little shit and Jaina swallowed her anger. “I need you to focus on me.”

“I wasn’t going down without a fight,” she mumbled. It spoke to the fighting spirit Chloe had, at least in the times when her depression and suicidal tendencies weren’t in control. Those were the times where it was hardest to fight. “Okay,” she responded, doing her best to focus on Jaina. She looked at her, trying to push through the drug-induced haze in her head.

Jaina flashed a light spell to dilate Chloe’s eyes, then summoned her phone with another spell. She quicky googled the symptoms for date rape drugs. Chloe didn’t look pale, at least, as she scanned the overdose symptoms. “I’m going to touch you, okay? I need to feel your pulse. Do you feel nauseous at all?”

“Okay,” Chloe said in response to Jaina touching her. She did feel like she needed to take a hot shower. A scalding hot shower. But that would come later after the effects of the drug wore off. “Kind of? I feel really disoriented. And...fuzzy. Hazy? Something like that.”

Chloe’s pulse wasn’t slow enough to warrant alarm, and Jaina exhaled slowly. “I don’t think it was enough for an overdose, so I don’t think you’re in danger, but I’m going to make some tea and I think we’re both going to be up the rest of the night.” She cast a feather spell, picking Chloe up and carrying her out to the living room and the couch.

“Why don’t you find something on Netflix?”

It was best that Jaina moved her because Chloe didn’t feel like she could walk without hurting herself either by falling over or running into something. Once on the couch, Chloe leaned her head back against the back of it, closing her eyes for a moment.

“That sounds good,” she said as she lifted her head. “How long am I going to be like this?” If her head was clearer, Chloe would google it herself.

“A few more hours.” Jaina cheated, using a spell to boil water and quickly steep some tea. She also put the toaster to work, hoping a little bit of food, even just toast, might help Chloe out right now.

She brought both out to Chloe, then took a seat near her. Jaina hadn’t been kidding that they’d both be up the rest of the night.

With luck, those few hours would pass quickly so Chloe could go back to feeling like her normal self. And she’d definitely need to mess shit up at the junkyard later. After a nice, hot shower first, of course.

Chloe managed to find something on Netflix that seemed mildly interesting. She shifted a bit to try to get a little more comfortable. “Thanks,” she said, grabbing a piece of toast. Hopefully putting something in her stomach would help, and she wouldn’t throw it up or something.

“Anytime.” Jaina glanced at the tv, but was more interested in Chloe and Chloe’s well being than the show that was now playing. But she wasn’t going to press too much, not when there was no telling what sort of extra trauma that the dreams were lumping on top of her.

“If you want to talk about any of it, I can listen. If not, we can veg out. Whatever works for you.”

Chloe munched on the toast a little as she tried to focus on the Dream. It made her skin crawl to think of what Nathan had planned to do to her. “How much of a fucking pussy does a guy have to be to drug a girl? Clearly he couldn’t get a girl another way because he’s a fucking tool.” And to think there’d been a time when Chloe had stood up for the asshole when he was being bullied.

No good deed goes unpunished, as they say.

“They get off on power and control,” Jaina mused. “It’s not just about getting laid, it’s knowing that their victim was completely in their control. So you proved he couldn’t control you, you proved his power impotent. Hopefully that makes him slink into a hole and leave you alone.”

“Fuck him. And to think I actually stood up for him and told off a jock that was bullying him once. Never fucking again.” Chloe grumbled as she picked up her tea and took a sip. She moved the cup slowly and carefully, mostly because she didn’t trust her motor skills at the moment for obvious reasons.

From the sound of it, reporting it would do no good. Nathan was in that same clubhouse that Jaina’s father was in. The old boy’s club.

It made her angry just thinking about it and she wondered what was stopping her from sending a tidal wave into both her father’s house and the White House. Her eyes flashed.

“I’d tell you he’d burning bridges but boys from families like that just made more on the backs of others.”

“You have no fucking idea. His dad owns the fucking city. It’s basically an open secret that his dad pays to make things go his way.” Chloe hated shit like that, and anyone who even dared stand up to Nathan’s father got rail-roaded so fast and so hard they didn’t know what hit them. “I suppose you could actually say Nathan’s dad is the city. I think his family founded the place and shit way back in the day. But they’re all fucking assholes.” At least she was angry, it gave her something concrete to focus on to try and override the effects of the drugs as much as possible.

“Definitely reminds me of my father,” Jaina intoned. While Daelin wasn’t as bad in her dreams as he was in real life, he was still… pretty bad. She’d once wondered what would have happened if he hadn’t died at Theramore, and the resulting mental breakdown had kept her awake for two days.

“The only hope for anyone in that family to get out and get better would be to actually… get out. I spent a lot of formative years at boarding schools before my father really had a chance to warp me. They’ve got their own problems but at least I was able to see other viewpoints.”

In the nature versus nurture argument, Jaina was firmly on the nurture side of things. People weren’t born evil, it was societal and external pressures that created that evil. Never an excuse for bad behaviour, but at least a reason for it. In a family like Nathan’s, or in the social circles her father inhabited, the vileness compounded, bouncing from person to person in a feedback loop that turned most of them into monsters.

There was a similar feedback loop among the people her father duped that the media so generously called ‘working’ America.

“At least you were able to form your own opinions and things before you could get molded into what your father wanted you to be.” Chloe hadn’t had an experience like that, not in the way Jaina did at least. After her mom started dating David, he’d been trying to change Chloe, and she wasn’t having any of it.

“I get that parents are there to guide and shit, but it’s our life, not theirs.”

“Yeah, there is a line and so many times they cross it.” Jaina sighed. If she never talked to her father again, it would be too soon. It hurt, it would always hurt, especially after dreaming she’d caused his death. But it was the truth.

And until her mother wised up, she wouldn’t talk to her either.

“But there is more to family than blood.” She put her arm around Chloe, squeezing.

That seemed to be a shared trait among parents, always crossing a line. Chloe liked people respecting her boundaries. But David hadn’t respected them, and even her own mother hadn’t respected them. That was a good part of the reason she’d left home and come here.

“Yeah, it is. You’re pretty cool,” she said as she leaned into Jaina.

And honestly, that was all Jaina could have asked to hear.