uberboned | IC CONTACT POST

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IC CONTACT POST

[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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You will tell me where you have all been or I will pull it from you.

[No she wasn't worried, shut up.]

[This call comes around noon on Friday. Read the news lately, Gabriel?]

Hey, baby~

Gabriel. Tell me you are not affected by this event.

Tell me you remain unaffected.

[Juuuust wandering around the amusement park. Gabriel could either be revisiting here for old time's sake, brought on by others in the event, or... he could be affected.]

I spoke to Him.

[There's nothing else to it. It's an invitation for his brother to join him on the beach.]

Boo.

[This is what he does when he's supposed to be clocking in... on time, for once.]

I thought I'd let you know I have something you don't have~

[He's not mocking you he's just...bein' Lucifer.]

Jinx gave me your sword. I'm keeping it.

Gabriel.

[It's only a couple of hours after Michael's lovely show of fire raining from the sky when he calls for his brother. His tone is sharp - angry even though it's hardly directed at his sibling.]

We need to have a word, Gabriel.

[She's still shaken by what she sensed. She's kinda been hiding under Anna's bed. It's safer there.]

Hey, Gabriel? Anyway I could invite you over for cookies?

Gabriel, I felt this might be relevant to your interests.

[And soon follows a link to a network post. Also did he use 'relevant to your interests right, bro?]

[It shows up, late in the afternoon. The first one's not very big - about the size of a shoe box. The second one, however, looks big enough to stick a microwave in. Both packages have been carefully packed, with bubble wrap, to keep Gabriel occupied while he's busy/sick/whatever.

The big one is actually very intricate and hand made. (She's had a lot of time on her hands.) Inside is a trailer condo. Inside the shoe box-sized package is, you guessed it: Trailer Park Barbie complete with: toddlers that cry if poked; baby daddy with a beer gut, his lousy friends and the lawn furniture; plus a couple of mangy dogs - one with a beer can.

No note, no nothing. Just the packages.]

Did you want me to make you a groom's cake? I was thinking something in arsenic or cyanide? Dealer's choice.

[Surprise she's about four seconds away from being right on top of you.]

Gabriel, I need you.

So... I was going to troll you with something, but I wasted a really good Simpsons reference on Michael earlier and honestly, I can't think of anything. I'm tapped out.

I've returned. I'm alright, and I remember everything.

I'll speak with everyone more in a few hours.

Lucifer shows up the day after Raphael was gone. He has, well. A lot on his mind.

[Hey, remember that NV bug from the news? The one where a certain music sharing app can backfire and play music from a person's NV and there's fuck all you can do to stop it?

Call Me Maybe is now playing from your NV, Gabriel. And you just got a perfectly innocent text from someone familiar.]

Missing the honeymoon yet?

[ After turning himself to the police, Aurican was allowed for a few calls. First and foremost he must call his employer, someone by the name of Gabriel whom he had not have the pleasure of speaking. ]

i need the shit to make smores stat
pronto
tonight
dont ask questions
this message will self destruct as soon as you get your angel ass in gear
sincerely your human spirit animal
ps that shit cant be stale

Edited 2012-08-23 01:55 (UTC)

Good to know I have a reputation as 'the bread kid'. Purgatory is a club, isn't it? Are you the manager?

woof

Keep your cats indoors, Gabriel!

Hi, um... Gabe. I don't pray much anymore, but I'm lost, and you're the only person I know who can understand why. I know this is strange, but... please?

I can't die now, either! It's pretty neat.

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