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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[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Life, that's what. [She tells him that in a very definite tone, like that's the greatest wisdom in the world.]

People die. I'm dying. Wha'd you say again? Mass of dying cells?

An' you're a faker. [She pokes him in the chest, rougher than she normally would have.] 'cause when you finally stop being all scared'a me, I'll be like that really boring Kansas song. I'm gonna die an' leave you all alone with your brother. He wins.

[Can you venture a guess who she's been talking to?]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel grits his teeth and growls- not at her. Lucifer.]

That son of a bitch. [He wastes no time in grabbing her face in his hands, possibly a bit too roughly, but it's very Rhett Butler of him in a way and at least the shock might get her to focus.] Jinx, look at me. You can't listen to him. 'Cause if you do? He wins anyway. We've got enough time to prove him wrong, but if you give out on me now, then you're letting him win. And my girl doesn't let anyone beat her without a fight.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[She does focus, for a bit. Only until a few seconds after he's done talking. Stumbling a little, she pulls herself away from him.]

I don' wanna fight. I'm tired. I just wanna sleep an' not prove me to anybody. I wanna...

[She stops for a moment, a look on her face like she's thinking. Slowly, she nods, then looks at him.]

I wanna run away. [Another one of her definite statements, like it's that easy.] You an' me, baby. We'll--we'll run away an' give people fake names an' do dumb, meaningless things an' we won't hafta care about anybody but us!

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He breaks into a smile.] I'd love to. Unfortunately, it's hard to quit being banished to Canada.

[He steps over to her and wraps his arms around her waist.] What I can do is find a little place that we don't have to tell anyone about. It'll just be ours. And when everything's shit and nothing's going right? It'll be whatever we want it to be. Our little piece of Heaven in... Canada. [Not that he'd be able to keep it from Lucifer without some serious work. Any normal angel-proofing would lock him out of it.] Can't run too far, but four walls and a little imagination? I'm a virtual reality master.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[She turns herself around in his arms and presses her back against his torso. Her eyes turn up toward the sky. It almost feels like a normal night. The Darkness was doing her a favor and keeping its distance.]

I wanna really big bed an' a fireplace like you--you always see 'em in Christmas pictures. It'll be quiet an' warm an' with you.

[One hand still held the bottle and her other clasped over his hand.] I love you. Really. I'm a liar, and I lie about a lotta things, even to you, but...but I really, really love you. Sometimes I wish I didn' have anybody else so I could just love you.

Sometimes...shhhh. Sometimes I wish...I wish they'd all die.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel plants his chin on her head.] And sometimes I wish I could actually think like that. It'd make my life a heckuva lot easier. [He sighs and just faceplants onto her messy hair and hugs her a little tighter. God, he has to keep Lucifer away from her.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

If they all died, I wouldn' hafta worry about anybody getting hurt. I wouldn' care so fucking much. Jus' do it in one big jump. Terry and Dio'd be better off without me. They all would. Joe hates me. I wasn' good enough for Riku. [That's alluding to something Gabriel probably has no idea about.]

They'd all jus' go away.

[She scoffs and shakes her head, despite her boyfriend's face buried in her hair.] Who'm I kidding? I can' lose people. Look at Yukimi. His stupid kids died 'cause I couldn' do anything, then he just left. I waited around in his jacket for four stupid months thinking he'd jus' come back for me. [Bet he didn't know that, either.]

I'd rather kill myself than be alone. I tried to. Trauma knew but he didn' even...your brother wants to take you away from me. I-I'll kill 'im. I don' care. I'll kill anyone who tries to take you away.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel files both of those things away and doesn't question them, because, really, what would be the point? The lady is soused and barely knows what she's saying and while he has no doubt, she probably believes it's true, it still hurts. Mostly because he's never identified with her more strongly than at this moment.]

I'm not going anywhere. And those boys adore you- hell, more people adore you than you think. But not as much as I do. You're not gonna be alone again, Jinxie. Neither one of us are. That's all there is to it.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[She's quiet for a minute, swaying slightly as he holds her. Eventually, she pulls away from him, but keeps hold of his hand. Then, unsteady yet determined, she begins pulling him forward.]

I wanna tell you a secret. Let's go someplace...softer. I wanna sit with you an' tell you something really, really important.

If you're Purgatory staff, Press One....

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Faith Lehane | Bouncer

[watcherless.livejournal.com]

/presses 1.

Faith works Thursday through Monday, 4 PM to 12 AM. This way she covers the last of the people who come in before the sirens, but can still get out in time to ... get her ass beat by Darkness monsters.

She dresses in the waitress-y fishnets, but tends to break people's hands when they get grabby or harass her, and no amount of heel will keep her from kicking ass. No, really. Girl has super strength, super durability and other fun super things. She's the best bouncer ever, and the kind that will chat people up and be fun as long as they're not assholes.

/blurb. /am i doin' it right.

Claudio Kilgannon | Head Bartender

[thecrowingtobe.livejournal.com]

[refuses to press one...]

[Info, for the record:]

[Claudio works when ever the hell they need him to work or when he's not working something at the Theatre. Most likely on weekends with Wednesday and Thursday off or something because I'm sure he took the odd days off. Generally works nights cus LOL can get home easier then others. Works afternoons when there are shows going on at night for the Theatre.]

[Somehow made head bartender? I think that has some family influence hehe. He's studying like hell to memorize everything with his fantastic robotic mind if his.]

[He's actually good at this job and kind of likes it. Willing to train others. Any other info, please ask.]

Soul Eater | jazz pianist

[brbomnomsouls.livejournal.com]

/presses two just to be a jackass

Soul works odd days (Monday then Wednesday and such), 6pm through to 6am and then whenever they need him, like for auditions. He's pretty good at what he does, given his musical family background and his playing's not as off as it used to be when he first started. He generally gets along with the other performers, but he's put off when he gets interrupted while he's playing, but other than that is pretty friendly.

He's a Death Scythe, not that that probably means anything to Jinx or Gabe, but it pretty much means he's one of Lord Death's personal weapons. Thanks to training with Tenten and Neji he's become pretty good at fighting on his own, which means he can handle things if a riot or anything breaks out while he's working. He usually wears a black pinstripe suit with a red dress shirt and black tie while working.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Softer. Gabriel inhales and then teleports her back to his warehouse, except it's not so much what she's used to. The room she's in looks like it was made with aspects of her in mind- all black and pink with stuffed unicorns and pillows, silk and velvet and kind of sickening in its cuteness. It's like one big bed inside a safe, enclosed room, but there's clearly a doorway done up in Gothic spirals so she doesn't feel wholly trapped. As soon as they arrive, he lays her down and curls around her.]

Soft enough for you? [He pets her hair. Jesus A. Christ, sometimes it scares him how sentimental he's become.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Thank God it's been four good, long months. Otherwise, especially in this condition, she might have hurled all over this magical place designed just to her liking. Instead, she marvels at it, looking around even as he lays her down. With a laugh, she makes a decent assessment of his handiwork.] I'm inside my own, personal genie lamp!

[She can only manage to stay still for about half a minute, mostly because how he's laying, before she fidgets and grabs the nearest stuffed animal to her. Grinning, she hugs it and buries her face in it.]

Uh-huh. [That's all she can really manage while pressed against a fluffy unicorn. After she pulls her head up, she sits up with it and holds it between her knees, half leaning on the unfortunate creature. It takes some fumbling, but she gets the vodka open and takes a decent sized swig right from the bottle. Gabriel knows what a lightweight she is, and by this point, there's a good chance she'll give herself alcohol poisoning.]

You gotta c'mere. Come close so I can tell you my secret. [She curls her finger at him, beckoning him close.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel wraps his hand around the vodka bottle as it comes down, looking to either pry it out of her hands or distract her by leaning closer at her command, grinning a little.] You are so drunk, babe. [A little closer, so much that they're practically nose to nose, his eyes doing that cute little smolder thing. Anything to keep her from noticing he's trying to sever her lifeline to Mr. Vodka.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

I'm tipsy. [She corrects him, convinced of this. Her hand is pretty firm on that bottle, even when he's that close to her face. And when he's that close? She can't help but kiss him....somewhat sloppily. Roughly, too. All of her motor control is centrally focused on her hand. She's probably drunker right now than she was on St Patrick's Day. At least then, she could manage hair dye.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel doesn't waver, but he also doesn't attempt real force in trying to get her hand away- distracting her is just as good. He kisses her back, trying to guide her into making it a little more romantic, but that was a lost cause. Oh well. They couldn't all be winners. He pulled back a little.] Don't leave me hanging here, Jinx. What's the big secret?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Oh! [Like she had completely forgotten what they were doing in the first place, she moves from his mouth to his ear. She kisses his cheek, nips rather roughly at his earlobe, then whispers poorly into his ear.]

I have a new friend and you're a liar. He's not inbred or a hick at all. I like him.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel stumbles back a little, eyes going suddenly wide. It doesn't take two guesses to figure out what that means.]

You talked to Sam?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Shhhh! [She's laughing.] It's a secret!

He's really nice. We had lunch an' talked all about your brother. [She puts a finger up to her lips and talks a touch quieter.] I think he might be on drugs, though.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

He's on demon blood. [Gabriel is so scandalized right now, he can't even.] Did he say anything about me- don't answer that. That sounds really gay. What did he tell you?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Demon...blood? [For a moment, she stops to actually process that, until he makes the gay comment. That derails her thought train and gets her giggling again.]

You're so nosy. Always gotta know exactly what I do an' who I talk to. Sammy an' I had a private an' intel...intellab...smart people talk. Which is why you weren' invited!

[Like this is a game, she can't stop laughing. She makes two attempts before she can stand up on the padded floor. She's very unsteady until she starts bouncing in place.]

You jealous? What'cha gonna do about it, old man? [The drunk teenager is at least being playful about it. This is fun to her. She'll hate herself in the morning, but right now, playing sounds nice. Even with something she should be feeling guilty about.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Not even a little. Sam can't hold a candle to me. [He beeped her on the nose and then pulled her down into his lap.] C'mooon. You can tell me. I won't let Sam know you're playing double agent.

[Well, two could be playful about this. :|]

Chuck Shurley | Bartender

[paterelohim]

/presses all the things

Chuck works Friday and Saturday at the moment, 4 pm to 1 am. He then goes and takes a nap in the staff room and gets up just in time to help close the place at 5:30-6ish, because he's nice like that, before staggering off home after the morning sirens.

He'll up his hours eventually, when he decides that Purgatory is cooler than Merlotte's, but for now he works the busy nights and doesn't afraid of anything. He designed a drink that's based around pouring a Cosmo mixture over a cotton candy puff the side of your head, and only Gabriel can stomach the sweetness. He calls it a Diabetic and you can get it pink or blue. Enjoy that.