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.]]

Comments

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

You're not the one getting blamed for it. I regret it, just because Sam won't stop riding my ass about it and it's starting to chafe.

[paterelohim]

[The driest. look.]

I feel so bad for you.

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

...think Tommy boy needs s couch?

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Which one's he again?

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

The one who made it smell like murder in the first place.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I like to think the fact that he brought us together gives him a free pass.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

What? You made your bed. No one asked you to intervene. Not that I don't appreciate it, but when it gets written down as my fault in the Winchester Gospel because of your ghost writers? That's when I'm gonna get pissed.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

They better get used to it. We're soon-to-be porn stars now. Call it rehearsal. [He didn't miss a beat before he kicked off his boots and detangled himself enough from her so the clothing optional portion of this could become a little more optional while he concentrated on turning the little indention on base of her throat into one massive bruise, sucking and biting as fervently as he could without breaking the delicate skin.]

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Us making out in a hotel room because I'm grieving doesn't count as Tom "bringing us together."

[Oh, there's a lot more to it than just that.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Usually, her shirt is the first thing to go, but she's slower about that. Maybe she should rethink this? Oh, to hell with it. She gets his pants undone and pulls him out through the fabric of his boxers. Fondling him, she leans over and growls against the archangel's ear.]

In the mood for taking a little...control? Because I think I wanna be bent over...

[And that way, he only has to yank down her leggings and see her back.]

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

True, but it was a start... Just kind of an awkward one, but still.

...On second thought, forget this part of the conversation ever happened and I'll personally hand-deliver the couch to him.

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[She's quiet for a moment.]

...you can thank your sister for bringing us together.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

....Really? [...That's news to him.]

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Look, it's stupid.

[paterelohim]

But if I hadn't, Jinx would be dead. I saved half the the city from an archangel slapfight, so- whatever. Sam can bite me. He's never gonna like you, no matter what.

Since when do you care so much about reputation?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I don't care about reputation. I care about not getting stabbed or worse, because Sam went off the deep end. He's friends with Jinx, Chuck. And you know that kid ain't well.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

No, no, no. This one... I gotta hear.

[paterelohim]

I can manage the Winchesters better than you think.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Winchester. Singular. If Dean were here, Sam wouldn't be a problem.

[paterelohim]

Yeah, I know.

Gabriel, I know enough about Sam to psych him out pretty easily. If you can keep from antagonizing him when he's sober enough to remember it, then you'll be... fine.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

It's not me I'm worried about.

[paterelohim]

Sam won't need much convincing to lay off of a kid that everyone thinks is a monster through no fault of its own. Trust me. That'll do you for a good five months, right? Yeah, and as for her- look, all someone has to do is put it in terms he'll understand. If framed like that, then hurting her wouldn't really be an option.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Sigh] You're the prophet.

[paterelohim]

Yep.

Now- that's a bunch of my vodka that you're not drinking. So... [So make an honest drink out of it or give it back. :( ]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel stares at it, takes a swig and then tosses it over.] Protip? Invest in schnapps.