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.]]

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[Video/Siren's Pull]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Stare.

More staring.

Staring some more.

Oh my God, the furry invasion has begun.]

Sure. [Slow nod.] I book performances by the month. You get by the judges, you perform this time around. The audience likes you? We start booking you whenever we want. [You'd think he... Actually ran a club before.]

Re: [Video/Siren's Pull]

[rhythminmysoul.livejournal.com]

Alright. And where do I audition for these judges?

[All your base are belong to us.]

[Video/Siren's Pull]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[/deeply considering manifesting Simon Cowell, Paula Abdul, and Randy Jackson just for the sake of it to see what happens...]

Just come on down. I've got a clear schedule.

[...Insert address to the Lux here. God, I need to find out where Lucifer put that thing.]

Re: [Video/Siren's Pull]

[rhythminmysoul.livejournal.com]

Can do sir! I'll be there as soon as I can.

[I see Simon trying to insult him and Danny just taking it as constructive criticism or something. Ultimate insults vs Ultimate optimism. So, log or action post?]

[Video/Siren's Pull]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

First rule of business? Don't call me "sir."

[ACTION'S FINE. He's not a creeper like Sander. :| He'll just find it really difficult to be sarcastic at.... Captain Archer the optimistic song and dance cat. WHAT IS HIS LIFE?]

Re: [Video/Siren's Pull]

[rhythminmysoul.livejournal.com]

Oh. Sorry. Is Mr. Trickster appropriate then?

[XD Now that Danny is in it? Random song numbers and evil child stars. That is now his life. And can you start the action thread? I have no idea what the club looks like so it would help me if you could. ^^]

[Video/Siren's Pull]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Gabriel. It's Gabriel.

[The exterior of the Lux (http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/4809/front1fdu.jpg) hasn't looked inviting since Lucifer shuffled back off to Buffalo, but at least the windows aren't boarded up anymore. Inside, it's the layout of a typical club- there's tables, a dance floor, a stage for a band, and a winding staircase that leads to an upper level where the manager's office and the meeting rooms are located. Gabriel's going over the entire thing with a fine-tooth comb, making sure there aren't any weird traps- he was always suspicious of this place when Lucifer was running it. He wouldn't be surprised if there was something there.

But, of course, the door's unlocked and the current manager is presently occupied underneath the fifth table he's checked for weird Satanic voodoo.]

Re: [Action/Siren's Pull]

[rhythminmysoul.livejournal.com]

[The door opens and the orange tabby walks walks in, looking around before he spots the current manager's legs sticking out under the table. He moves over to the man and looks down, lifted a brow and clearing his throat before speaking.]

Hello. Are you fixing the table?

[Action/Siren's Pull]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Contrary to all those tales of omniscience, an archangel can still be startled enough to smack his head against the table in surprise. Unlike most people, when it happens, they have to maintain their dignity and wait a few moments to pretend like THAT DIDN'T JUST HAPPEN.]

Call me superstitious, but when Satan up and leaves a joint? I think it's time to start making sure this isn't borderline Amityville. [And out from under the table he comes. Finally.

....God, objects in video really are just as fuzzy as they appear. Oh well. Racism is last millennium.]

....You must be Danny.

Re: [Action/Siren's Pull]

[rhythminmysoul.livejournal.com]

[Danny gulped when Gabriel hit his head on the table. He really hadn't meant for that to happen.]

Yes. I'm Danny. Nice to meet you.

...Did you Satan? You mean...the Satan? Devil Satan?

[Action/Siren's Pull]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I'm his brother. [Eyebrow. Yeah, because that's totally something you tell friendly cats you just meet. Well. Bound to find out one way or another.] 'Course, if the building contractors ask, Lucifer was just a little bit delusional and our parents were cruel. They'll believe almost anything in this town.

Re: [Action/Siren's Pull]

[rhythminmysoul.livejournal.com]

Oh...okay.

[Danny nods, his mind trying desperately to wrap around this subject. So he's just going to smile and nod.]

Thank you for this opportunity sir. It means a lot.

awkward straight-to-voicemail go | siren's port

[socius]

Hey, Gabriel. It's Anna. Um. I was talking to Jinx, and she said.. I should just call you about maybe getting a job in .. Purgatory? I mean, I've worked in restaraunts before, sleezy ones, clean ones-- I just.

I kind of need a job. I'll even just clean up after hours or- anything, really.

Anyway- Yeah. Um, I guess you know where to reach me, so; Thanks.

IMMEDIATE CALL BACK

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

....Please tell me she didn't ask you how you feel about fishnets.

OHJEHOSEPHET

[socius]

Uh. No?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[That does not mean it won't come up later. SIIIGH.] The dress code's Jinx's idea. If you don't mind being her Barbie doll? I don't mind hiring you on as waitstaff, since her preference seems to be "women I won't hit on."

[Action/Siren's Pull]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Don't mention it. I'm not exactly big on supporting Canadian pop music and, hey, life is a cabaret, old chum. [He points to the stage.] There's the stage. Show me something impressive.

[socius]

[Idk, Jinx seemed pretty thrown off her game when Anna brought it up.]

.. I'm not going to end up in a bikini or anything, am I?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

It's a cabaret, Anna. Not a Hooter's.

[socius]

[Indignant noises. She knows that okay. She's just never been to one.]

Okay, then I can deal with being a Barbie for Jinx.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Good. Maybe you'll bond... Or make Jinx's little Gothy friend perkier. That I'd pay to see.

[socius]

[Just an eyebrow that no one can see.]

Gothy friend? --Er, do you need to interview me or.. Something? [DO ANGELS DO INTERVIEWS? IDK. DO YOU KNOW?]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I haven't even met half my alleged waitresses. You're good.

[socius]

[Well that sounds professional. BUT Jinx is hiring so. That. Makes sense.]

Oookay. What day should I show up?

[Because opening night would be ... well. It's weird enough as it is, she wouldn't be surprised if there was no rundown before hand.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Day one, kiddo. Think of it like Normandy, but with more alcohol and a lot more Liza Minnelli.