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]

You wouldn't be able to reach him. [Gabriel is so sure he's a better man than Sam Friggin' Winchester, he doesn't even consider the possibility, beyond the sheer irritation that Jinx likes him- not that he doesn't like the Winchesters to some degree] Don't even get any ideas from that- I hear from his paper trail of dead lovers he's got a venom cock worthy of the worst harlequin romance novel.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[There's a dreamy quality to her voice as she sighs.] I love Harley Quinn romance novels.

[Snapping back to reality.] He's nice. He didn' try to kill me once. Didn' even freak out when he fig'red I was yours. Which he found out. With his brain.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Even the kind where everyone dies? I mean, sure everyone dies naked after having the best sex, but I've read the books Chuck's been writing about those boys. They're just not that good. ...'Cept for the ones with me in them. I'll give the guy some credit. It's like he almost knows me.

[He stares] Huh. Well. I did save his ass- technically, he owes me. [Yeah, because Sam totally owes him when he's the life ruiner. Shhh.] Don't get too comfortable- the guy's screwed demons. He's not really the one you oughta be worried about.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[All she gets from that...]

That homeless fuck writes books 'bout you? I wanna read 'em.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

About them. Sam and Dean. I'm a secondary character. Hell, I don't even think I can say that much. I was only in two of 'em... The ones that got printed anyway.

You'll just have to sober up and ask Hobo Stephen King if he can cough up a few. I know he probably speaks fluent drunk, but I wanna keep you all to myself right now. Call me selfish, but that's just how it's gonna be. [He brushes a finger across the bridge of her nose and beeps her right on the tip.]