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.]]

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[paterelohim]

[CHUCKUS INTERRUPTUS]

But I'd explode all over your shoes.

You could just go home, and then you could sleep a lot. [And Gabriel could heal her and make sure she doesn't die and please yes yes.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel growls] Fine. But don't think this is over. We're gonna talk later. And don't call me this time, huh?

[He gathers Jinx up in his arms again.] C'mon, babe. I'll blow the next irritating vague guy up.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Jinx presses herself firmly into her boyfriend chest. All she smells right now is vomit and it's horrible. But she does manage to raise her hand and flip Chuck off with her pointy, bony middle finger.]

Your pay's getting cut an' I'mma send you to bartending school.

[No, dude. She's serious.]

[paterelohim]

But I already went. [The saddest face, Jinx. The saddest. And the meekest voice.]

I'll test the next one out better before letting you try it.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Good man, Chuck. Ciao. [He gives an awkward salute and... Teleports.

Leaving Chuck alone with his... Revelations.

And the stench of vomit.]