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

[paterelohim]

[Catching it easily and taking the smallest sip.]

I used to just steal them, but now? I mean, vodka's more efficient.

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[She groans like he just told her to eat all her peas before she could have dessert.]

It was that dumb speech you gave me about her to guilt me into not killing Tom.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[...Wow. He's... Mildly impressed with himself right now.] Huh. And here I thought my dedication to my family would never do me any good in reality.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

And tastes like peppermint lighter fluid.

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Shut up!

[paterelohim]

Pansy.

I think there are some sour apple schnappes in the fridge, and Hpnotiq in the freezer. That's fruity enough for you, right?

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Don't make me put you through another heartfelt speech that makes you fall in love with me all over again.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Your BAC is more alcohol than blood, Hemingway. [Which is to say that Gabriel will be finding the sour apple schnapps with... Something that vaguely resembles gratitude.]

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

I'm not ever talking about my feelings with you again.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

But I'm such a poet. How could you resist?

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Easily, you fat cock!

Call; Video

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Totally just switched to video so he could SMOLDER PROPERLY.]

[paterelohim]

Hemingway? That's a compliment. Drop the M-bomb and I think we'd have a problem.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Please. Stephanie Meyer hasn't drank herself to death... Yet.

[paterelohim]

When I start writing psychologically masochistic cry for help wet dreams, we'll know I've crossed into the final Mormon dimension.

Call; Video

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Totally just switched on video right back so she could be unamused and pregnant at him. Not to mention she's blushing, but that girl knows how to glare.]

I'm going to go find a better baby daddy, now.

Call; Video

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

We both know there's not a guy in this town with my qualifications. Powerful, willing to let you take the lead, just bad enough to be cool and just good enough to not get targeted by Batman... That thing I do with my tongue.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Please. You already do. They're just not your wet dreams.

[paterelohim]

Wait, are Sam and Dean's lives secretly metaphors for my deep-seated unhappiness with my Mormon lifestyle? That's news to me.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

More like it's Sam and Dean's Mormon lifestyles you oughta be worried about. You're the conduit. Meyer doesn't really doesn't have the "BTW I'm a prophet" excuse.

[paterelohim]

You never know. Maybe Renesmee was a seal.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

The fact that you actually know the kid's name concerns me.

[paterelohim]

I read this cracked-out breakdown of the series once after someone left a six-pack of Four Loko at my house. It's kind of a memorable name.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

And unpronounceable. If being a vampire with a future hubby twice her age didn't scar that kid, trying to write that crap on her Kindergarten nameplate would.

[paterelohim]

Uh, excuse you, their pedophile love was beautiful.

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