IC CONTACT POST
Oct. 19th, 2010 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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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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Date: 2011-08-22 08:04 am (UTC)...in a studio.
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Date: 2011-08-22 08:11 am (UTC)call;
Date: 2011-08-22 08:16 am (UTC)call;
Date: 2011-08-22 08:19 am (UTC)Sure. Why not?
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Date: 2011-08-22 08:22 am (UTC)voice;
Date: 2011-08-22 08:37 am (UTC)voice;
Date: 2011-08-22 08:48 am (UTC)He doesn't care if you had motivations.
Just- imagine. Lucifer. The way he used to be? Before- I don't know, before Hell? Just. Over and over and over, and you couldn't do anything about it. Seeing him die, hearing his screams and seeing the lights go out hundreds- thousands of times.
You put him in his own personal Hell. You're his Alastair. As long as he sees you that way, you gotta deal with his crazy.
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Date: 2011-08-22 07:15 pm (UTC)voice;
Date: 2011-08-22 07:19 pm (UTC)HE HATES IT WHEN PEOPLE ARE RIGHT. It sucks.
He'll be with you in a moment, he just has to sort his entire life out and repress like a boss.]
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Date: 2011-08-22 08:12 pm (UTC)Why don't you come on over?
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Date: 2011-08-23 12:50 am (UTC)Now. How many penises before it's considered excessive?
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Date: 2011-08-23 03:34 am (UTC)call;
Date: 2011-08-23 03:44 am (UTC)There'd better be a lot of closeups on my new boobs. They're so...bouncy.
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Date: 2011-08-23 03:48 am (UTC)[...Duh, Gabriel.]
Oh right. That. ...I'm still in the transitional period.
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Date: 2011-08-23 03:51 am (UTC)[He hooks his free hand around the back of her neck while the other traces lazy circles along the edge of her spine.] Salvation. They're like overly gelled-up Jehovah's Witnesses.
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Date: 2011-08-23 04:35 am (UTC)call;
Date: 2011-08-23 04:36 am (UTC)call;
Date: 2011-08-23 04:50 am (UTC)call;
Date: 2011-08-23 04:56 am (UTC)voice;
Date: 2011-08-23 05:13 am (UTC)voice;
Date: 2011-08-23 05:38 am (UTC)voice;
Date: 2011-08-23 05:41 am (UTC)[BAM. ANGEL IN THE HOUSE... And rifling in the gifts for the vodka.] You should know, I think Sam's on drugs... and not the usual drugs. The other kind.
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Date: 2011-08-23 05:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-23 06:06 am (UTC)[She takes a moment to kiss him again. By this point, she's ruined the shoulder of his shirt. The fabric is in shreds.]
It's your job to make sure she'll never have our level of daddy issues. [Now it's her turn to molest his neck.]
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Date: 2011-08-23 06:26 am (UTC)That's the bar.
[Cough.] You- you mean, uh, street drugs? Like a normal person?
That's... unexpected. [He isn't the best liar in the world. Sam totally told him.]