<div align="center">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/lost_message_by_LittleFlairsmaller_zps5d9998ad.jpg)<br/><strong>Red Wilson</strong><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">(a level 25 pixie warlock to some, an eating machine to others, and a geek to most)</span></div><br/>The loud sounds banished any feelings other than that of surprise.  Red stopped chewing and looked to the window, then to the PA system.<br/>Her mind blanked, and she swallowed.<br/>Turning to Max, Red gave him a crooked grin, a reflection of her unease.<strong>"Whoa, looks like someone has you beat as the king of pranksters."</strong>Red's eyes made a quick sweep of the room to check on everyone's reactions.  No one inside seemed like the culprit, in fact, most of them looked very nervous, like Paul.  Jeezus, Dyllan looked terrified all over again, the poor thing.<br/>She hoped this whole thing was a joke, honestly there was no other explanation for it.  There couldn't possibly be a fucker so sick to pull such a Saw-meets-Rat Race-meets-Hannibal shit, right?<br/><br/>Then evidence to the contrary started pilling up; the microwave burgers, Brad wailing curses on the floor, the smoking bat that Rayne threw, Tessa's smoking chair leg, and the ominous cackle from the woman on the other side of the door.<br/><strong>"You've gotta be kidding me!"</strong>Red hissed, rushing to the door, needing to confirm for herself that it was immovable.  After a few desperate shakes, she backed away with an angry curse.  Red pocketed her candy bar, suddenly she wasn't very hungry anymore.<br/>She stood there for a while, still not totally believing what was happening around her, thinking, her brows knit together tightly.<br/><strong>"How the hell did these guys install electrified bars with no one noticing anyway?"</strong>She asked no one in particular.  Red loved adventure and puzzles like this, but the DM on the PA system sounded like a total dick, and there were no resurrection spells in this dimension.  She'd have to play cautiously, she decided, looking around the room again.  Thinking as this ordeal as a game would help her keep her cool.<br/><br/>Tessa had the right idea, Red thought.  There was no use in getting overworked over this, or they'd be playing right in to the hands of this twisted DM.  Red walked over to Nate.<strong>"How many of those burgers are in there?"</strong>Red asked, hoping there were at least 2 for each of them.  Brad would definitely need more than one to sate his appetite, being an athlete, and he wasn't one to share.  Red would need at least 2 as well to make sure she didn't go hungry throughout the night.