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

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

And the Pop Stars you call brothers still have to share a room, right? Can we use the kid as an excuse to make them share a bed? "Sorry. Saving up for a trust fund."

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

There's four bedrooms.

[A pause.] I'm quarantining them to the one in the attic.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Like I don't know how you think. [SMUG]

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

I think I'll turn the third bedroom into an art room. I'm so tired of my clothes smelling like paint all the time.

We should also buy a new couch. You know, one that no one's died on.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

We could pawn off the old one. I'm sure there's some desperate person we hate that needs a couch that smells like sex and death.

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

...think Tommy boy needs s couch?

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Which one's he again?

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

The one who made it smell like murder in the first place.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I like to think the fact that he brought us together gives him a free pass.

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Us making out in a hotel room because I'm grieving doesn't count as Tom "bringing us together."

[Oh, there's a lot more to it than just that.]

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

True, but it was a start... Just kind of an awkward one, but still.

...On second thought, forget this part of the conversation ever happened and I'll personally hand-deliver the couch to him.

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[She's quiet for a moment.]

...you can thank your sister for bringing us together.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

....Really? [...That's news to him.]

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Look, it's stupid.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

No, no, no. This one... I gotta hear.

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[She groans like he just told her to eat all her peas before she could have dessert.]

It was that dumb speech you gave me about her to guilt me into not killing Tom.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[...Wow. He's... Mildly impressed with himself right now.] Huh. And here I thought my dedication to my family would never do me any good in reality.

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Shut up!

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Don't make me put you through another heartfelt speech that makes you fall in love with me all over again.

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

I'm not ever talking about my feelings with you again.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

But I'm such a poet. How could you resist?

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Easily, you fat cock!

Call; Video

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Totally just switched to video so he could SMOLDER PROPERLY.]

Call; Video

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Totally just switched on video right back so she could be unamused and pregnant at him. Not to mention she's blushing, but that girl knows how to glare.]

I'm going to go find a better baby daddy, now.

Call; Video

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

We both know there's not a guy in this town with my qualifications. Powerful, willing to let you take the lead, just bad enough to be cool and just good enough to not get targeted by Batman... That thing I do with my tongue.