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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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[ Yes. ]

Nooo, I just mean - it's a rule of being godtier.

[Magneto is calling but not from his known NV - this one just reads 'M'. And no, he's not leaving a voicemail - though he really doesn't want to be making this call, for many reasons.]

Gabriel? I need to talk with you about something - about Chuck.

[Because she is fairly sure he is actually the only person in the Port who she knows well that won't freak out about this. Apart from teasing. Maybe.

And someone the idea that he might be different hasn't yet occurred to her.]

i borrowed some of ciel's clothes but they're weird. nothing else fits right. can you take me shopping? it won't take long.

ARE YOU BONING THE HULK?

INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW.

RESPOND IMMEDIATELY TO AVOID HOURLY UPDATES OF VANILLA ICE LYRICS FOR THE NEXT TWO MONTHS.

[About fifteen minutes after Mary's post.]

There's something truly unnatural out in the darkness.

((Backtag as needed! But Raphael got gnawed on and is confused.))

Edited 2012-10-22 14:56 (UTC)

[It comes faintly, like the roaring in a conch shell, echoed and strange and dim but nonetheless laced with panic.]

GABRIEL. Gabriel, please, come help- he's killing him.

[* PING! * GOES YOUR INBOX. A wild attachment appears!]

[WHAT DO YOU DO?

> Y (accept) / N (reject) / PIE (do you want to know more?) ]

[[OOC: This all goes with The OOC notif and this post, so.]]

[Castiel goes looking for his brother, now that he's had some time to think about what Aelia said. He'll tell Gabriel about her offer, as he said he would, and see what Gabriel decided to do; Castiel himself, however, was pretty decided.]

Gabriel, we need to speak.

Hey! Do you like food and shit? Have you waited all your life to watch uptight archangels fail at playing video games and inevitably talking trash like racist preteens on Windows Live? Then stop by Michael and Raphael's house on Thanksgiving around probably 2 or some shit, and be a part of a cultural phenomenon!

[The used-car-sales-pitch voice drops abruptly into his usual wandering tone.]

And dessert. There's gonna be a lot of sugar. And angel-strength booze. And probably enough leftovers to feed some of your roommates.

GABRIEL.

[Given Michael has just been killed, does he really need to explain why he's shouting?]

hey!! i talked with the animus >_>

Edited 2012-12-28 02:41 (UTC)

Cas is depressed and your rattlesnake is in my oven.

[You're going to fix both problems.]

Hey. You angels know a lot about the Animus, right?

Are you alive, moron?

[SHE IS REALLY UPSET]

[He was going to just give Gabriel space and wait for him to contact him, because he has no idea what he's actually supposed to do in a situation like this, but he's decided to take Meg's advice and contact Gabriel first. He's really hoping he won't yell at him like everyone else has.]

Hello, Gabriel.

Are you alright?

[When Castiel calls somewhat out of the blue, he seems a little more serious and a lot more hesitant than usual, but determined at the same time.]

I have a favor to ask. Can we speak in person?

[A pause.]

It has nothing to do with borrowing your archangel blade, before you ask.

So I may have pissed off the Winchesters.

[Oops.]

And as Castiel and I aren't on speaking terms, I require a teensy favor involving telling me if the two apes decide to involve their favorite pigeon, for my own self-preservation.

Kisses, Crowley.

PS: If you sent clowns after Sam, I would be forever grateful.

Have you located your door?

[Castiel doesn't even care to guard his anymore, so he might as well find his brother and see if he needs any help. His voice is dull and quiet, and he's clearly unhappy with life at the moment.]

Do you like being an angel?

[Sam's actually sitting on the outskirts of the temple, now that Cas is safely retrieved from the Wastelands and Dean's off doing his own thing; Sam's been busy just... focusing his mind on other things. The garden at the Cocoon, taking care of Riot (sitting beside him, gnawing at a bone, hey buddy), writing... But of course, he also has to focus on a way to keep whatever's happening to his body at bay long enough for them to get a way out of here. And he hasn't exactly lost all possible help just yet, right?

He breathes out heavy, just recovering from a wracking cough that left the taste of blood on his lips. Maybe he's going to regret this and all. And maybe this is a shitty way of even asking, but it's quicker and more sincere than the PCD. He just hangs his hands off his knees and locks them together, the laziest prayer pose ever.]

Hey, uh. Gabriel.

I know you're probably still sore about the last event, but... I really need to talk with you. Need to ask you something. I figured since you're a step higher on the totem pole than Cas... Maybe you'd be able to.

[He really just wants to see if there's even a chance.

Hell, if not just for his sake, but for Dean's, too. He doesn't want to plague his brother with this any more than it already obviously bothers him. Maybe they can catch it before it gets bad.]

[HELLO GABRIEL GUESS WHO IT'S YOUR FAVORITE BROTHER

Castiel has totally ditched the Temple because it's a nightmare, and he has an errand he needs to run anyway. So he finds himself stepping into Gabriel's place without an invitation because whatever, he's Castiel, and he glances around for his brother.]

Gabriel?

[Hey bro it's your favorite bro again, looking far more distressed than last time they spoke, even though he's carefully attempting to control it. There are no pleasantries, just jumping right to the reason for calling.]

Naomi is here.

[Sup, Gabriel, it's the god of alcohol looking to use your services...

Sort of.

He doesn't have a message, exactly, but he does need to make a delivery that he doesn't want to bother with himself, considering the recipient.]

Can you give something to Crowley for me?

[As a god, Dean is making choices he won't like later, and giving Crowley alcohol in exchange for services the demon technically can't even provide, unbeknownst to Dean at the moment, is one of them.]

I'm planning on attempting the ritual again.

[Castiel is a master of leading softly into discussions.]

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