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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.]]

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[The call comes a couple hours after Phoenix Wright's post.]

Hey, uh, Gabriel. Don't mean to bother you or anything, I just wanted to ask you something. It's, y'know, no real big deal, but call me back? Thanks.

Edited 2011-06-11 15:05 (UTC)

[Hiding in the bushes at Los Noches right now? WHY YES HE IS.]

Oh, this oughta be good.

Yeah, you'd think so.

So- you heard about the bank? And the Newcomer Fund getting frozen?

I don't read the news unless I'm in it.

[Translation: Yes. It means nothing to me.]

[He speaks your language, broseidon.]

Until it- it gets fixed, would it be possible for me to get paid in cash every night? [As opposed to weekly paychecks like normal people, sob.]

[AGHAST] Charles. Are you suggesting I pay you under the table? For work done in an establishment run by criminals that was formerly run by Satan? That would just be... logical.

[CAN YOU HEAR THE EYE ROLL]

Thanks for the smartassery, it's really fresh and new at this point. Anyway we never actually talked about it, so.

And, okay. Only my dad calls me Charles.

Well, as your employer that makes me the closest approximation to your father here. Go figure.

Look, Jinx handles the books. I'm not allowed to even look at the money.

Well, she's smart, then. [No he does not sound almost surprised. Okay, he totally does. Fuck yo couch.] And, okay, I'm pretty sure it doesn't work that way.

[She squealed when he pulled her down into his lap. The girl kicked a little, laughing, before she slipped one arm around his shoulders. Her index finger pressed his lips down and she shushed him.]

You know I don' kiss an' tell.

[Now she's just messing with you, Gabe.]

You wouldn't be able to reach him. [Gabriel is so sure he's a better man than Sam Friggin' Winchester, he doesn't even consider the possibility, beyond the sheer irritation that Jinx likes him- not that he doesn't like the Winchesters to some degree] Don't even get any ideas from that- I hear from his paper trail of dead lovers he's got a venom cock worthy of the worst harlequin romance novel.

[There's a dreamy quality to her voice as she sighs.] I love Harley Quinn romance novels.

[Snapping back to reality.] He's nice. He didn' try to kill me once. Didn' even freak out when he fig'red I was yours. Which he found out. With his brain.

Even the kind where everyone dies? I mean, sure everyone dies naked after having the best sex, but I've read the books Chuck's been writing about those boys. They're just not that good. ...'Cept for the ones with me in them. I'll give the guy some credit. It's like he almost knows me.

[He stares] Huh. Well. I did save his ass- technically, he owes me. [Yeah, because Sam totally owes him when he's the life ruiner. Shhh.] Don't get too comfortable- the guy's screwed demons. He's not really the one you oughta be worried about.

/presses the wrong button probably because what the hell is a phone tree

Roxie, assuming Jinx likes what she does (and let's face it why wouldn't she,) would work basically whenever they want her to, doing a couple little song-and-dance numbers. Her material is mostly stuff from her own time, which she feels fits in just right with the vibe of the place. And. Yes. The end.

[All she gets from that...]

That homeless fuck writes books 'bout you? I wanna read 'em.

What doesn't work that way? The father thing? I'm your boss, Chuckie. Firing you and making you live as a hobo under a bridge is kinda like grounding you. Except... It looks bad on a resume and I don't give references.

About them. Sam and Dean. I'm a secondary character. Hell, I don't even think I can say that much. I was only in two of 'em... The ones that got printed anyway.

You'll just have to sober up and ask Hobo Stephen King if he can cough up a few. I know he probably speaks fluent drunk, but I wanna keep you all to myself right now. Call me selfish, but that's just how it's gonna be. [He brushes a finger across the bridge of her nose and beeps her right on the tip.]

[Will press one since he doesn't know what would happen if he didnt. Stupid new technology crap.]

Frau will pretty much work whenever he's needed, though he'll be taking off one day a week at least to go out hunting. Granted he's likely to pick hours that has performances he likes (lots of girls and all that jazz.) He won't mind filling in at the bar if needed either.

/12345

Demyx will work whenever he's needed. Night hours aren't really an issue thanks to travel via corridors of darkness. He's usually pretty friendly and willing to teach people how to play a new instrument if they ask.

He's also a Nobody, meaning no heart = no emotions. Purgatory will be his second job for when he's not working at the Xino E. Mao with the rest of his Organization buddies.

[Have a panicked drunk voice, Gabriel, with the distant sounds of puking.]

Gabriel. GABRIEL. Okay so uhm don't get mad okay? Don't eat me. Before you get pissed just know that I didn't know she was a lightweight and she hasn't had that much to drink so I don't know why she's throwing up this much and I thought I could take care of her but it's kind of, um, kind of really starting to scare me because she wasn't drunk enough to get sick. She really wasn't.

It's really weird, and- Jinx! JINX. Jinx, leave the ponytail in, okay? Your hair! -and it's freaking me out. I've seen drunk enough to puke, uh, I've seen it a lot. And this wasn't it.

[There's a long, terrifying pause.]

Do you just have a bucket list of women I know you plan on ruining?

[And an equally terrified answer ;; ]

N-No, no! I've never seen this happen before without someone being allergic to something. [Anna was PERFECTLY FINE okay and only as toasted as him and he made damn sure she had lots of water to drink]

I, um, don't think she's in- in- in any actual danger but I didn't know her stomach could hold that much.

[THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE.

RIGHT BEHIND YOU.]

Where the hell is she?

[Oh, Jinx? In the bathroom, on her knees, both hands grasping the toilet lid. She's coughing, a lot, because absinthe is about as bad coming up as it is going down. Judging from the contents of the toilet bowl, she wasn't even drinking on an empty stomach. Then again, judging from said vomit, she was eating tar. Black licorice is a powerful dye.

There are lines of eyeliner on her cheeks. She's not crying, puking just makes her eyes water. Okay, so the child looks miserable, and--well, there she goes again.]

[And about four half-full glasses of water are sitting in her immediate reach, because drunk Chuck has good intentions but gets distracted easily. He was trying to make up for the whole... catnip thing. Jinx wasn't too thrilled with him when he fessed up in a total bewildered rush, completely confused that it had such a strong effect on her. So. Penance.]

SHIT. Uh. [Hnnngh oh god holding onto the wall for a second for support while he points to the bathroom.] In the bathroom.

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