<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Name:</strong>Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br/><strong>Location:</strong>nope, definitely not Kansas, maybe Wonderland?<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots, school bag with no phone in it :,-(<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lisa, Gregg, Rebecca, Hannah, whomever arrived with her<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>“Kinky fanfic huh,” Lisa’s accidental confession caught Gilda’s ear, “Cool. Can you send me the links to your fav-…”<br/><br/>She reflexively reached for her pocket - and remembered she had no phone.<br/><br/><em>AAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!</em><br/><br/>An internal primal scream always helped. An external one would’ve been even better, but she didn’t want to look like a freak to the others (any more than she already might) or make too much noise in case someone not-so-nice was nearby.<br/><br/>“No idea but what the prof said,” Gilda told Becca, “But I’ll just work off the assumption that Miss White-as-Snow looks about like the old cartoons, and hopefully not like Miss Wooden Sparkling Zombie Face in that terrible recent action movie version…”<br/><br/>She gave Becca a comforting squeeze of her hand, then told Gregg, “So if the prof or somebody did do something freaky with our phones or our bodies, you can like, beat them up right? Maybe when we get back to school you can get the rest of the team to like, all dogpile and kick the shit out of WHOEVER TOOK MY GODDAMN PHONE-”<br/><br/>Gilda bit her lip. Frozen. Eyes wide. Looking around at the rest of the plus size Scooby Doo gang. “Ahem. Sorry everyone. That was not very ladylike of me, now was it…”<br/><br/>She coughed, and told Gregg in a much sweeter, more feminine voice, “...and kick the ever living shit out of whomever took my phone.”<br/><br/>If it were possible to make the phrase ‘kick the ever living shit out of’ sound ladylike, Gilda had just accomplished it.<br/><br/>“Well now. As my only working logical hypothesis is that we all got plastered and robbed and maybe - other things - I would rather<em>not</em>stay wherever I was left. I hope you will join me,” she smiled sweetly, particularly at Gregg, Becca, and Hannah, squeezing the girls’ hands.<br/><br/>“...I for one am going to go find help, even if it’s something as backward and barbaric and low-tech as a<em>payphone!</em>Yeah, I think it’s time to<em>♫ reach out and touch someone ♫</em>.” Gilda let her new friends’ hands go, cracked her knuckles and balled up her not-very-intimidating fists.<br/><br/>Then a new guy appeared.<br/><br/>A guy brandishing a wand like a movie wizard...dressed in black....wearing a skull mask.<br/><br/>Holy shit, this was bad.<br/><br/>Gilda screamed at the top of her lungs. She hid behind Gregg, her knuckle-cracking bravado of one moment before all gone now. "YEP!! We definitely got roofied!!! And we just found the guy who runs the sex dungeon!" Or rather, he had found them!<br/>