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[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.]]

[video]

Date: 2011-05-30 08:57 am (UTC)
paterelohim: (= fake bitch can't write)
From: [personal profile] paterelohim
You didn't tell me, I knew, okay? Whatever. God.

[video]

Date: 2011-05-30 09:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gotbackupagain.livejournal.com
What? Oh. [OH EXCUSE ME SHE dropped the NV.] Chuck. I dropped it, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. [Scrabbling- oh it's up again.] I didn't mean it-

[video]

Date: 2011-05-30 09:11 am (UTC)
paterelohim: (- stressful day)
From: [personal profile] paterelohim
ANNA. Anna Anna Anna Anna Anna Anna Anna Anna Anna Anna Anna Anna Anna Anna. [Knocking the NV out of wherever to grab her gently by the shoulders- the camera has a sort-of view of it.] Stop- stop it, stop saying sorry, okay?
Edited Date: 2011-05-30 09:31 am (UTC)

[video]

Date: 2011-05-30 09:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gotbackupagain.livejournal.com
[Shoulders which are tucked up just slightly- But she nods.] Okay, I'm sorry- I mean no. Okay. No more.
Edited Date: 2011-05-30 09:28 am (UTC)

[video]

Date: 2011-05-30 12:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] painhumbles.livejournal.com
[Gabriel finally turns the feed on on his end. And just stares.]

You two are the worst drunk-dialers ever. Get me a distillery and two hours and I'll show you how this is done. Amateurs.

[video]

Date: 2011-05-30 05:42 pm (UTC)
paterelohim: (= full-on Vader)
From: [personal profile] paterelohim
[He starts, looks at the NV, a little startled, then looks at Anna seriously.] Hey- Anna, we forgot about the midget angel. Shhhh, don't move too fast. I hear they can smell fear.

[Chuck finally reaches down to pick up the NV, gripping it like a lifeline. Judging by how much he's had to drink, it actually might be.]

[video]

Date: 2011-05-30 05:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gotbackupagain.livejournal.com
[She gives him a look, though it looks a bit pathetic with her eyes still red and puffy. All the same, she drops her voice.] But he's taller than both of us. [Whisper whisper.]

[video]

Date: 2011-05-31 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] painhumbles.livejournal.com
I'm three seconds from getting some of that grog from Asgard and then you'll be sorry. [The last part he kind of lilts in a sing-song.]

[video]

Date: 2011-05-31 02:08 am (UTC)
paterelohim: (= turn to look)
From: [personal profile] paterelohim
Wait-

-Asgard is in Siren's Port?

[video]

Date: 2011-05-31 02:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gotbackupagain.livejournal.com
What's Asgard? ... What's grog?

[video]

Date: 2011-05-31 02:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] painhumbles.livejournal.com
...Yeah. Asgard's in your closet. Surprise.

[video]

Date: 2011-05-31 02:35 am (UTC)
paterelohim: (= so then i was dicks)
From: [personal profile] paterelohim
That would suck so hard, dude. I don't need gods living in my closet. I already have angels stalking me. [Whatever Lucifer is like eleven angels all by himself.]

[video]

Date: 2011-05-31 02:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gotbackupagain.livejournal.com
[Living things in the closet? D8 B-but.]

[video]

Date: 2011-05-31 03:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] painhumbles.livejournal.com
Too bad. That's what happens when you get drunk and crank-call angels.

[video]

Date: 2011-05-31 04:40 am (UTC)
paterelohim: (= head of inventory)
From: [personal profile] paterelohim
You... plant pagan realms in our closets?

That's kind of weird.

We weren't crank calling you! Were we, Anna?

[video]

Date: 2011-05-31 04:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gotbackupagain.livejournal.com
[She just sort of looks at Chuck, then back to the NV.]

Nope. [Look she's the most convincing Angel in the Garrison.]

[video]

Date: 2011-05-31 04:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] painhumbles.livejournal.com
It was short notice. Next time you get drunk, warn me ahead of time and it'll be something snazzier.

[Eyeroll]

I am so not being your designated driver.

Re: [video]

Date: 2011-05-31 04:55 am (UTC)
paterelohim: (= dramatic chipmunk)
From: [personal profile] paterelohim
Oh come on. You don't mind.

What else were you doing tonight?

Wait- oh god, no no no no no no no don't tell me, I'll probably see it later.

Uh. On that note.

Do you know where I can get an ice pick? Discount. I need to do a thing. I need bleach and a grill lighter, too. After the fucking dreams I'm gonna have. Everything is your fault, Gabriel.

[video]

Date: 2011-05-31 05:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gotbackupagain.livejournal.com
... Can you actually drive? [/PRIORTIES]

[video]

Date: 2011-05-31 07:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] painhumbles.livejournal.com
....is he gonna go all Sharon Stone on someone?

[/BETTER PRIORITIES]

[video]

Date: 2011-05-31 05:21 pm (UTC)
paterelohim: (= full-on Vader)
From: [personal profile] paterelohim
Just on myself. [He reels back to point ACCUSINGLY and wobbly at the screen.] If I have to see you and Jinx-
Edited Date: 2011-05-31 05:21 pm (UTC)

Date: 2011-06-07 07:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com
[This call comes at about midnight. Before she speaks, there's a lot of fumbling. Her heels on the ground, liquid swishing around in a bottle, her hand brushing against the speaker. Her voice is a bit slurred.]

I--I don' know where I am. My bike is...it's somewhere. Prob'ly the same place with my jacket. It's dark. But there's a lot'a grass.

Date: 2011-06-07 09:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] painhumbles.livejournal.com
...Gimme three seconds.

[...It's probably really creepy that it takes exactly that long for Gabriel to key into where she is.]

Quick. Put the bottle down before you start telling the police that they call you Tater Salad. [Deadpan snark aside, he looks worried as fuck.]

Date: 2011-06-07 10:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com
[She's somewhere in Sector 7 and her bike is nowhere in sight, meaning she's been tromping around through a field for a while now. Her feet are cut up from her shoes and the flora she's been walking through. Hair is a windblown mess, her long sleeved dress is hanging lopsided on her shoulders, and her makeup isn't much better.]

The police can't even find me. I can do anything I wanna because nobody gives a crap. There's no solution. To none of this! It's all just...just...it's all useless!

[She raises her voice and yells out into the empty expanse of farmland.] Hear me, God? Daddy! You can blow me!

Date: 2011-06-07 10:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] painhumbles.livejournal.com
[He grabs her shoulders, half to steady her and half because he has no idea what the hell is wrong with her besides she's drunk and despondent. Usually, he's a lot better at stalking then this- he managed to overhear an entire conversation with Sander that he shouldn't have.] Jinx. Jinx? What the hell happened?

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