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

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[AGHAST] Charles. Are you suggesting I pay you under the table? For work done in an establishment run by criminals that was formerly run by Satan? That would just be... logical.

[paterelohim]

[CAN YOU HEAR THE EYE ROLL]

Thanks for the smartassery, it's really fresh and new at this point. Anyway we never actually talked about it, so.


And, okay. Only my dad calls me Charles.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Well, as your employer that makes me the closest approximation to your father here. Go figure.

Look, Jinx handles the books. I'm not allowed to even look at the money.

[paterelohim]

Well, she's smart, then. [No he does not sound almost surprised. Okay, he totally does. Fuck yo couch.] And, okay, I'm pretty sure it doesn't work that way.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

What doesn't work that way? The father thing? I'm your boss, Chuckie. Firing you and making you live as a hobo under a bridge is kinda like grounding you. Except... It looks bad on a resume and I don't give references.