IC CONTACT POST

[uberboned]

[A woman's voice comes over the line.]

You've reached the Trickster's voicemail. Unfortunately, Mr. Trickster isn't available to take your call, nor will he likely ever be. Should you still wish to leave a message, please respond after the tone, and maybe we'll remember to get it to him, mmkay?

[Beep]

[[OOC: This is an IC voicemail post for all verses games. Please put the name of the verse/game you want in the subject heading.]]

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voicemail;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Well, Mr. Trickster. I was reading the news today and I noticed something of interest. School's out, it's some big Canadian holiday, and the fairgrounds are going to be packed with people in need of a little...just desserts? My fingertips are itching for a little fun with my personal pagan god.

How about I buy the tickets, you buy the snacks, I'll rig up a few dozen carnival games, then maybe the Ferris wheel could break down while we're at the top and... [A little purr.]

Call me before I get tired of planning everything and leave you for someone dull and shallow. ...love you.

Voicemail | Siren's Port

[jazzmurderess.livejournal.com]

Hiya, this is a message for a Gabriel? I found this number, and word is you're looking for talent. You found it. The name's Roxie Hart and I'd like to audition for a spot in your club's lineup. Call me back when you get this, pretty please.

voicemail;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel doesn't even bother with the pleasantries when he calls back.] I gotta hand it to you, babe. You sure know how to pick a date. You're getting a real dinner next week. I'll even tip.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[There's dead silence when Gabriel calls back.]

I think there was some static in your voicemail, princess. Did you say Roxie Hart?

[jazzmurderess.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't she just sound tickled.]

That's right. You heard of me?

[1/5]

[barebacking.livejournal.com]

Lord Gabriel.

[barebacking.livejournal.com]

I really need to ask something, but is it something that you will say that is none of my business?

[barebacking.livejournal.com]

But, Lord Lucifer said that I should ask you, does that make you more inclined to tell me?

[barebacking.livejournal.com]

Or are you still not happy with that sort of arrangement, dear angel?

[barebacking.livejournal.com]

Does it upset?

[barebacking.livejournal.com]

Does it?

[5/?]

[barebacking.livejournal.com]

I don't mean to upset. You know that right?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

You could say that. [Coughs] Well, you're in luck. We've got spots open, but you gotta pass a little trial by fire- Jinx, my partner. She's the brains of this outfit. Me? I don't know a two-step from a foxtrot and if I stare at anyone's legs too long, she'll knock me out.

[barebacking.livejournal.com]

I am only here to serve.

[barebacking.livejournal.com]

Of course, I already said I would serve Lord Lucifer, as well.

So I really cannot dismiss what he has asked me to do.

[barebacking.livejournal.com]

So ... please say that you will answer my question ...

VOICEMAIL ; DONE (sorry for the spam)

[barebacking.livejournal.com]

Thank you, my dearest angel.

I await your answer.

[Click.]

[jazzmurderess.livejournal.com]

Well, it's about damn time! I'd like an audition, if it ain't too much bother.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[The callback is almost immediately.]

If I answer, will you stop calling me?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Not at all, babe. Not at all.

[BRB CALLING JINX.]

[barebacking.livejournal.com]

If that is what you wish, my lord.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Through gritted teeth] Fine. Ask away.

[barebacking.livejournal.com]

What are Lord Lucifer's sins?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Long pause]

....That's your question?

[barebacking.livejournal.com]

Yes, it is.

Is that all right to ask?