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

virus;

[uberboned]

Your NV, kiddo.

virus;

[motioned]

oh.

well how do i fix it?

[thelightbringer]

You shouldn't have died at all!

virus;

[uberboned]

Let it run its course, I guess? I dunno.

[uberboned]

But I did and I'm okay with it. It was better than watching you and Michael and the rest of the family kill each other. [This conversation sure went south. He'd rather talk about Sam naked.]

[thelightbringer]

I was never going to kill Michael, Gabriel. [He sounds desperate, pleading.] Look at us now! I go home and he plays games. We have pets!

This was what I wanted. Don't you understand?

virus;

[motioned]

how long is it's course

[uberboned]

It's what I wanted too. It's not what we would've gotten. 'Cause we don't get what we want. 'Cause if you and Michael played nice, there would be six other angels thinking Michael went soft and there'd be a coup and then it'd be a new war. That's how it goes. And you ask me why I wanna stay here. [He sighs] I want you to be happy.

virus;

[uberboned]

I give it a day.

virus;

[motioned]

i don't want to be sending stuff to people for a whole day!

[thelightbringer]

I want all of us to be happy. [He sounds thoroughly miserable saying it, because Gabriel is right.]

When did we become damned? I thought it was just me, but God did a number on all of you, didn't He?

[uberboned]

I figure it was around the same time Dad decided to piss in your cornflakes and broke the entire status quo. One Falls, we all suffer. Not a whole lot of us can deal with that. [Gabriel's one of them, but he still thinks he dealt with it better than most.]

[thelightbringer]

[And then a tiny miracle]

I'm sorry He hurt you because of me. I was trying to protect us and--whatever sides were chosen, none of you deserved what happened.

virus;

[uberboned]

Find an NV expert, 'cause I'm definitely not one.

[uberboned]

[HALLELUJAH. HALLELUJAH.]

Yeah. [And Gabriel's heart grew three sizes that day and hope sprang eternal.] 'Course that's the thing about wars... They're inevitable and everyone's lives always suck after. In the end... It don't matter who fired the first shot.

[thelightbringer]

Did you ever blame me?

[uberboned]

I thought you went about it the wrong way, but blame you? No. You had a good idea, but crappy execution.

[thelightbringer]

Well give me a break, I was young. Naive. sober.

[uberboned]

Don't beat yourself up over it- it was bound to happen. If not you, then someone else. Dad and his little inevitabilities.

[thelightbringer]

Maybe Castiel...but he wouldn't have turned out this way if I hadn't--

[he hates thinking that this was preordained. That his biggest, most difficult decision was no decision at all.]

Can we go somewhere?

voicemail ; siren's pull

[thequarterback]

Hi, um, my name's Finn Hudson and I heard that you have a club and that there's supposed to be job openings and I was wondering if that was true, you know, if you're still looking for people. I mean, I can wait on tables or watch the door or whatever you need. [SOB Why does this feel like the most awkward phone call he's ever made? :C] Well, thanks for-- Just thanks, I guess.

Call ; siren's pull

[uberboned]

The rumors are true. And I hope to God the child labor laws in Canada are less strictly enforced, 'cause it seems like half my staff's underage.

Call ; siren's pull

[thequarterback]

Well aren't some of the legal ages for stuff lower in Canada? Uh, anyway, you think you have anything I could maybe do? Do you do that whole interview the wannabe employee thing first?

Call ; siren's pull

[uberboned]

[Oh, Finn. You assume he does things like a normal businessman.] Look, kid, as long as you're not a murderer and aren't a royal prick, there's no way I'm not gonna hire you. I'm understaffed. Just keep in mind it's a cabaret. If you're gonna get flustered 'cause of girls in short skirts, this may not be the place for you.

[uberboned]

Like that beach you like? [He's more than willing to get somewhere away from the street and prying eyes and he's actually getting tired hauling Lucifer's drunk ass around.]