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

voice;

[paterelohim]

The- the what?

[Okay, he can't deal. Brb laughing his face off.]

voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Three words. Piggy-back ride.

voice;

[paterelohim]

Holy shit. I am... so sorry I missed that.

voice; WAY TO BE BILL COSBY IN THAT ICON, CHUCK.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

And why weren't you following them around with a camera?

PUDDIN' POP~

[paterelohim]

Uh, actually...

[Ffffff.]

[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

[A beat]

I want copies.

[paterelohim]

Hey, man. All you had to do was ask.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm asking. I need a Christmas card.

[paterelohim]

Get over here and I can show you the video.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Bribing me to get me into that damn house, huh? You minx.

[paterelohim]

If you can stay for ten extra minutes, the alarms will never go off for you again. Besides. Don't you want the video?

action;

[servingfather]

[Here that sound? It's the sound of beak tapping on glass outside the window. That beak just so happens to belong to a Scarlet Macaw and she's definitely not native to Canada.]

action;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel stares and then... Wanders over to the window.] Rio's the opposite direction.

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[servingfather]

[She opens her beak to say one of the few things she knows so far - in Enochian:] Lay off the candy bars, Gabe.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Temptress.

[A sigh] Gimme a minute.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[WHO THE FUCK IS PRETENTIOUS ENOUGH TO MAKE A PARROT SPEAK ENOCHIAN?

...Oh wait.

Gabriel side-eyes the bird, drums on the windowsill, and then whistles.]

You're an overgrown five-year-old, Mikey. Kudos. You actually make me look lik the responsible adult in this family.

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[servingfather]

[And there's the angel in question, appearing next to the parrot. He looks absolutely serious but his light tone definitely gives him away.]

I don't know what you're talking about, Gabriel. She was supposed to say something else entirely. [No, no she wasn't.]

[paterelohim]

I'm... just drawn that way? [Shrug.] Okay. Waiting~

Offline

[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

[AND LO DID AN ANGEL APPEAR AT THY DOOR AND RING THY DOORBELL.]

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[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel snorts and waves a finger at his brother.] Y'know, drunken partying was good for you. Keep this up and I might start thinking you're the cool one.

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[servingfather]

[Grins now as he offers his arm to the parrot which she eagerly climbs on.] I thoroughly enjoyed the drinking but I could have done without the hangover. And here I thought I was already the cool one. [So joking.]

[paterelohim]

[And lo did the drunkest Hobbit of them all let the angel in with a shit-eating smirk.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Okay, let's see it. [Even though he's headed to the fridge. If he's going to lurk Casa Del Magneto, he is going to eat ALL THE FOOD.]

[paterelohim]

Gimme a sec. [Jeez Gabriel, he has to find the file first okay.

That didn't take long. Chuck beckons him.]

C'mere, come here.

[The video is noisy and not the greatest, but clearly shows Chuck, Michael, and Lucifer around a table, singing drunkenly and very, very badly. Chuck appears as smashed as they are, but when Michael and Lucifer drop off from singing to lean against each other and dissolve in giggles, the way he smoothly takes a drink and smirks when they can't see him is decidedly too evil to be accidental.]

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Nope. I'm the cool one. Perks of being the youngest- I'm more down to earth... Literally in some ways.