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[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.]]

call;

Date: 2012-04-20 07:12 am (UTC)
unluckyinlove: (look at all the fucks I give)
From: [personal profile] unluckyinlove
But that's our wedding fund!

call;

Date: 2012-04-20 07:14 am (UTC)
unluckyinlove: (try me tiger)
From: [personal profile] unluckyinlove
Do you wanna come over for a conjugal visit?

call;

Date: 2012-04-20 07:23 am (UTC)
unluckyinlove: (do the creep)
From: [personal profile] unluckyinlove
Or you can knock out the guards, steal a uniform, and we can roleplay.

[There's some disgruntled reprimanding in the background followed by a snotty, "A and B conversation, Officer Krispy Kreme! C your way out!"]

Date: 2012-04-20 07:27 pm (UTC)
expunger: (St. Raphael)
From: [personal profile] expunger
[Okay, screw it, she's the fuck over there now.]

Your first clue should have been that it was Lucifer's idea.

call;

Date: 2012-04-20 07:47 pm (UTC)
unluckyinlove: (ask no questions)
From: [personal profile] unluckyinlove
Siren's Port cops are such stiffs. They were at least a little rough with a girl back in jump. I mean, my handcuffs just keep falling off here...

[In the background, there's a frustrated, "PUT THOSE BACK ON" followed by a bratty, "MAKE ME."]

call;

Date: 2012-04-20 08:11 pm (UTC)
unluckyinlove: (Default)
From: [personal profile] unluckyinlove
[She begins to reply, but the phone receiver is yanked away from her. There's a lot of bitching as she isn't handcuffed again. No. This time, they put zip ties on her. Finally, she gets the phone back.]

As I was saying--there's no such thing as solitary in jail. I asked. And this Void is stalking me, so no way you can just teleport here and...you know...

call;

Date: 2012-04-21 04:48 am (UTC)
unluckyinlove: (oh for the love of spandex)
From: [personal profile] unluckyinlove
[She sighs. It's time to start taking this seriously.]

Or you could go into the kitchen for me.

call;

Date: 2012-04-21 04:56 am (UTC)
unluckyinlove: (you are a sick and sad little man)
From: [personal profile] unluckyinlove
[sjklfghgjks]

You didn't even fly there, did you? You were already there. You were eating while hitting on me in jail, weren't you?

call;

Date: 2012-04-21 05:16 am (UTC)
unluckyinlove: (you can't be serious)
From: [personal profile] unluckyinlove
[Monotone:] You're not using a knife. You're licking it off your finger. I know you are.

call;

Date: 2012-04-21 05:39 am (UTC)
unluckyinlove: (still not a good idea)
From: [personal profile] unluckyinlove
[She's about to make a snide comment, but her attention wanders. Her voice lowers.]

If we microwave the frosting for a few seconds, do you think we could drizzle it on me?

call;

Date: 2012-04-21 05:48 am (UTC)
unluckyinlove: (do the creep)
From: [personal profile] unluckyinlove
[She makes a very pleased sound, getting completely off track.]

Really hot fudge?

call;

Date: 2012-04-21 06:08 am (UTC)
unluckyinlove: (try me tiger)
From: [personal profile] unluckyinlove
Don't tell the boys. We'll keep it upstairs in our bedroom.

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