IC CONTACT POST
Oct. 19th, 2010 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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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?
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[[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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Date: 2012-11-18 05:33 am (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2012-11-18 05:34 am (UTC)[And he's taking that pillow.]
Stop attempting to suffocate yourself.
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Date: 2012-11-18 05:37 am (UTC)Everything about this is distasteful. I can't eat. I have to actually sleep. I have to walk everywhere. How d'you live like this?
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Date: 2012-11-18 05:42 am (UTC)I didn't have any other choice.
[But that didn't make it easy, and experience isn't making it any easier to readjust this time either. He can handle walking--he'd gotten used to that--but sleeping is just as difficult as it was, and eating has only gotten worse since the Leviathan. He's not all that happy with the current situation, just more used to coping with it.]
You should try eating something that isn't just sugar. You will feel better, at least.
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Date: 2012-11-18 06:04 am (UTC)Like what. I don't eat meat.
[Vegetables exist? Fruits aren't just something at the bottom of your yogurt? PERISH THE THOUGHT.]
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Date: 2012-11-18 06:08 am (UTC)[Though Castiel doesn't have a lot of room to talk as he refuses to touch red meat. Fish and poultry are more than enough.
He does pause for a moment before pulling a small bag of dried apple chips from him pocket and tossing them lightly toward his brother. Rei had shoved them at him earlier in the day, and he'd liked them when he was mortal last, but he hadn't had any desire to eat them now.]
They're sweet. You will like them.
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Date: 2012-11-22 07:04 am (UTC)I'll give you that one.
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Date: 2012-11-22 07:09 am (UTC)He stares up at the ceiling a few moments, before venturing a question.]
Have you managed sleeping much at all?
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Date: 2012-11-22 07:45 am (UTC)[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.
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Date: 2012-11-25 05:46 am (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2012-11-25 05:52 am (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2012-11-26 03:56 pm (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2012-11-27 06:17 am (UTC)angel radio | Backdated to 11/26 evening
Date: 2012-11-27 11:00 pm (UTC)[Given Michael has just been killed, does he really need to explain why he's shouting?]
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Date: 2012-11-28 04:16 pm (UTC)[You shout, he shouts. It's not like you can miss an archangel dying in a city this size.]
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Date: 2012-11-28 04:24 pm (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2012-11-28 06:15 pm (UTC)Why would you put sugar in whiskey?
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Date: 2012-11-28 08:58 pm (UTC)[Still shouting. Enough that anger is boiling in his tone, but there's something else there, a desperate disbelief.]
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Date: 2012-11-30 07:14 am (UTC)[Only answer you'll ever get.]
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Date: 2012-11-30 07:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-30 07:24 am (UTC)Michael was the one who yelled at me about him.
[And got involved over Raphael.]
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Date: 2012-11-30 07:27 am (UTC)Who was the one who didn't do anything brash and macho?
Who was the one everyone dogpiled 'cause he's the baby of the family?
You're both hypocrites and you should feel bad.
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Date: 2012-11-30 07:32 am (UTC)What happens to someone who dies here?
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Date: 2012-11-30 07:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-11-30 07:43 am (UTC)