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

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[paterelohim]

[Hey look it's Chuck and Anna, red faced and leaning all on each other in a drunk kitten kind of way. Anna's face is streaked with tears and Chuck looks marginally better- but they're both clearly trashed and leaning in cloooooooooooooooooooooooose to the screen to focus their wobbly heads on the NV.]

Gabriel. Hey- hey Gabriel.

[video]

[gotbackupagain.livejournal.com]

[Tear streaked and blotchy. Anna's voice is thick with left over emotions, but clearly determined.]

No! I wanna talk to him, move- Gimme the. Chuck give it--!

[video]

[paterelohim]

-no, come on, you said I could st-

[video]

[gotbackupagain.livejournal.com]

No I didn't- I said you could say hi, you said hi, now gimme-

[video]

[paterelohim]

Hey hey hey! Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey- you get him all the time, okay? This is like. The second time I ever- stop it. No.

[video]

[gotbackupagain.livejournal.com]

Shhh- Don't be so loud! I don't 'get him all th'time', Jinx does! He's my brother, remember. Yeah, remember? I told you. Remember earlier? The coffee place. I told you.

[video]

[paterelohim]

You didn't tell me, I knew, okay? Whatever. God.

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[gotbackupagain.livejournal.com]

What? Oh. [OH EXCUSE ME SHE dropped the NV.] Chuck. I dropped it, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. [Scrabbling- oh it's up again.] I didn't mean it-

[video]

[paterelohim]

ANNA. Anna Anna Anna Anna Anna Anna Anna Anna Anna Anna Anna Anna Anna Anna. [Knocking the NV out of wherever to grab her gently by the shoulders- the camera has a sort-of view of it.] Stop- stop it, stop saying sorry, okay?

[video]

[gotbackupagain.livejournal.com]

[Shoulders which are tucked up just slightly- But she nods.] Okay, I'm sorry- I mean no. Okay. No more.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel finally turns the feed on on his end. And just stares.]

You two are the worst drunk-dialers ever. Get me a distillery and two hours and I'll show you how this is done. Amateurs.

[video]

[paterelohim]

[He starts, looks at the NV, a little startled, then looks at Anna seriously.] Hey- Anna, we forgot about the midget angel. Shhhh, don't move too fast. I hear they can smell fear.

[Chuck finally reaches down to pick up the NV, gripping it like a lifeline. Judging by how much he's had to drink, it actually might be.]

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[gotbackupagain.livejournal.com]

[She gives him a look, though it looks a bit pathetic with her eyes still red and puffy. All the same, she drops her voice.] But he's taller than both of us. [Whisper whisper.]

[video]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I'm three seconds from getting some of that grog from Asgard and then you'll be sorry. [The last part he kind of lilts in a sing-song.]

[video]

[paterelohim]

Wait-

-Asgard is in Siren's Port?

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[gotbackupagain.livejournal.com]

What's Asgard? ... What's grog?

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

...Yeah. Asgard's in your closet. Surprise.

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[paterelohim]

That would suck so hard, dude. I don't need gods living in my closet. I already have angels stalking me. [Whatever Lucifer is like eleven angels all by himself.]

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[gotbackupagain.livejournal.com]

[Living things in the closet? D8 B-but.]

[video]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Too bad. That's what happens when you get drunk and crank-call angels.

[video]

[paterelohim]

You... plant pagan realms in our closets?

That's kind of weird.

We weren't crank calling you! Were we, Anna?

[video]

[gotbackupagain.livejournal.com]

[She just sort of looks at Chuck, then back to the NV.]

Nope. [Look she's the most convincing Angel in the Garrison.]

[video]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

It was short notice. Next time you get drunk, warn me ahead of time and it'll be something snazzier.

[Eyeroll]

I am so not being your designated driver.

Re: [video]

[paterelohim]

Oh come on. You don't mind.

What else were you doing tonight?

Wait- oh god, no no no no no no no don't tell me, I'll probably see it later.

Uh. On that note.

Do you know where I can get an ice pick? Discount. I need to do a thing. I need bleach and a grill lighter, too. After the fucking dreams I'm gonna have. Everything is your fault, Gabriel.

[video]

[gotbackupagain.livejournal.com]

... Can you actually drive? [/PRIORTIES]