IC CONTACT POST
Oct. 19th, 2010 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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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Date: 2013-08-02 07:11 pm (UTC)I feel much the same.
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Date: 2013-08-02 07:20 pm (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2013-08-02 07:26 pm (UTC)[He doesn't bother to hide that he's disappointed.]
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Date: 2013-08-02 07:34 pm (UTC)You have the worst taste in friends. I'm just saying.
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Date: 2013-08-02 07:45 pm (UTC)[He's really tempted to just give up trying to make them. He has Gabriel, Rei, and Meg, and Alois and Rome as well, and everyone else can just get eaten by the Animus for all he cares at the moment.
However, he does suddenly wonder something.]
Do you have any friends here?
[Besides Rei, obviously. And Pedro.]
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Date: 2013-08-02 07:59 pm (UTC)Uh... There's you, but you're family. Crowley's a dick, but he's just enough of a dick to be worth liking. Rei, Unohana, Vriska... [He ticks off on his fingers and then finds himself drawing a blank.] Most of the people I liked just up and left.
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Date: 2013-08-02 08:08 pm (UTC)Who did you like before?
[Though to be fair, that's a pretty long list from both of them as far as friends go; it's not like anyone from their world is particularly social.]
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Date: 2013-08-02 08:21 pm (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2013-08-02 09:48 pm (UTC)[Castiel included, of course.]
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Date: 2013-08-06 05:54 am (UTC)MONTHS.] The teenage girls have more sense than the fully grown men around here.
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Date: 2013-08-06 11:42 am (UTC)Sense is uncommon here in general.
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Date: 2013-08-07 01:05 am (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2013-08-08 03:50 am (UTC)[Or that some of them have to be driven very far, or anywhere at all even.]
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Date: 2013-08-08 05:05 am (UTC)[Click.]
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Date: 2013-08-08 04:13 pm (UTC)[Offline]
Date: 2013-08-09 12:07 am (UTC)[The most annoying neutral tone.]
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Date: 2013-08-10 03:32 am (UTC)I have a favor to ask. Can we speak in person?
[A pause.]
It has nothing to do with borrowing your archangel blade, before you ask.
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Date: 2013-08-13 01:55 am (UTC)[That is a yes, however.] Door's open.
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Date: 2013-08-13 01:57 am (UTC)Where is your snake?
[He hasn't seen Pedro in awhile.]
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Date: 2013-08-13 02:00 am (UTC)[Gabriel rolls his eyes and retreats into his kitchen, returning with a tired rattlesnake, who looks perturbed at being taken down from his sunny windowsill, draped around his shoulders. Inasmuch as snakes can look perturbed. His rattler is rattling.]
There. Happy?
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Date: 2013-08-13 02:03 am (UTC)I want you to help me attempt to sort out my memories.
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Date: 2013-08-13 02:04 am (UTC)I liked this conversation a lot better when it was about my snake.
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Date: 2013-08-13 02:09 am (UTC)[Which he's still doing a bit of.]
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Date: 2013-08-14 06:32 pm (UTC)[Aside from the obvious. He's atrophied a lot from the bad old days. And he never so much as laid a power tool on an angel.]
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Date: 2013-08-14 06:39 pm (UTC)[But if anyone can, it's an archangel. Even were there someone else in this place that Castiel trusted and had the power, it would still likely be impossible for them to assist without being killed by poking around in an angel's mind. Gabriel won't have that problem, has powers that might work, and not only knows and understands the situation but is someone Castiel trusts.]
But I can't simply... Not try to find out what is real and what isn't. Even if the memories that were overwritten are completely gone, perhaps it's possible to know which memories are their replacements.
[And therefore fake, and to be disregarded.]