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

[uberboned]

It varies. I dunno. I've never died here.

[servingmichael]

Anyway to tell?

[A long pause.]

Can you go take care of his dog?

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[ofthursday]

[Ugh, brothers.]

If you don't put sugar in it, it might work better.

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[uberboned]

It worked fine when I had a Trickster's metabolism. Go figure this humanity thing changed my tolerance.

[uberboned]

...Why?

[servingmichael]

Because I can't.

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[ofthursday]

Were you even capable of becoming drunk before?

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[uberboned]

Not even a little. I'm a social drinker. [He shrugs.]

[uberboned]

Which implies you're doing something stupid.

Are you doing something stupid, Raphael?

[servingmichael]

No.


I might have done something careless though.

[uberboned]

Elaborate better.

[servingmichael]

No. I'll be all right. Just take care of the dog for a bit.

[Guess who is also doing everything he can to conceal his presence too?]

[uberboned]

Raphael...

[servingmichael]

Gabriel how about you let this go, do what I ask, and later mock me for it?

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[ofthursday]

You might enjoy it, though I likely shouldn't encouraging such behavior.

[It does help in sleeping, though.]

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[uberboned]

Rei's got a lot to be princess pissed about. Us turning into alcoholics is probably not the worst of it.

[uberboned]

Okay, but if you die before I can point and laugh, I'm gonna be pissed.

[servingmichael]

I'm not going to die Gabriel.

[He hopes so, anyway.]

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[ofthursday]

I have not drank in months and she still pours out any alcohol I keep for medicinal purposes.

[She gets worse than princess pissed about this.]

text;gabriel

[nukeoleptic]

hey!!
i talked with the animus >_>

voice;

[uberboned]

And?

text;

[nukeoleptic]

bad bad news
they wanted me to make a deal :(
can we talk about the details in person?
i made christmas cookies and there is literally no one in the house to eat them with me ._.

[ Probably because everyone is FUCKING SICK OF COOKIES, but there's not much to be done about that. ]

voice;

[uberboned]

I'll be there in an hour.

[It's not even an hour's walk. He just hates walking THAT MUCH.]

text;

[nukeoleptic]

or i could fly to wherever you are and be there in like thirty seconds, dumbass

voice;

[uberboned]

Fine. Outside the temple. Thirty seconds. And these better be really good cookies, 'cause I wouldn't even eat Castiel's cat thanks to this Candyland crap.