<div class="floatright">(https://giphy.com/gifs/foosball-y1ZBcOGOOtlpC)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Greggor Steppenwolfe<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Probably not Kansas<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tenis shoes, jeans, black t-shirt, leather jacket. All expensive and designer.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>A bit of everyone<br/><strong>Extra Information: </strong>Da Fuk?<br/><br/>“That’s the kind of thing that needs supervision. I volunteer.”  Gregg offered in response to hearing Gilda whispering about covering Hannah in sugar. He rather liked how blondie’s mind worked. He even tilted his head back to look past to where Becca was, trying to recover. “Want to come with?”<br/><br/>The problem was, he doubted she heard that last bit. No one was paying attention. The professor had already started talking. Gregg probably should have listened but... why?  He really disappointed give two shits about any of this, except that it was turning into an amazing opportunity to get laid. And Father would be happy that he was trying to not fail out of class.<br/><br/>He turned back to professor boring just in time to see him unlocking a book... and then the world started going sideways.   When his head cleared, the first thing he noticed was the lack of boring, stuffy mansion. No, they were outdoors. He heard Gilda shriek about her phone, some of the others say the same. And some bull shit about Snow White.<br/><br/>“Just wander around looking for a bunch of dwarves and some chick singing to birds?”  He offered, even as he too was checking for his possessions. Pockets were empty. He looked around next... no professor, but at least the girls were here too. Maybe the day wasn’t a total loss.