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

[paterelohim]

But if I hadn't, Jinx would be dead. I saved half the the city from an archangel slapfight, so- whatever. Sam can bite me. He's never gonna like you, no matter what.

Since when do you care so much about reputation?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I don't care about reputation. I care about not getting stabbed or worse, because Sam went off the deep end. He's friends with Jinx, Chuck. And you know that kid ain't well.

[paterelohim]

I can manage the Winchesters better than you think.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Winchester. Singular. If Dean were here, Sam wouldn't be a problem.

[paterelohim]

Yeah, I know.

Gabriel, I know enough about Sam to psych him out pretty easily. If you can keep from antagonizing him when he's sober enough to remember it, then you'll be... fine.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

It's not me I'm worried about.

[paterelohim]

Sam won't need much convincing to lay off of a kid that everyone thinks is a monster through no fault of its own. Trust me. That'll do you for a good five months, right? Yeah, and as for her- look, all someone has to do is put it in terms he'll understand. If framed like that, then hurting her wouldn't really be an option.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Sigh] You're the prophet.

[paterelohim]

Yep.

Now- that's a bunch of my vodka that you're not drinking. So... [So make an honest drink out of it or give it back. :( ]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel stares at it, takes a swig and then tosses it over.] Protip? Invest in schnapps.

[paterelohim]

[Catching it easily and taking the smallest sip.]

I used to just steal them, but now? I mean, vodka's more efficient.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

And tastes like peppermint lighter fluid.

[paterelohim]

Pansy.

I think there are some sour apple schnappes in the fridge, and Hpnotiq in the freezer. That's fruity enough for you, right?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Your BAC is more alcohol than blood, Hemingway. [Which is to say that Gabriel will be finding the sour apple schnapps with... Something that vaguely resembles gratitude.]

[paterelohim]

Hemingway? That's a compliment. Drop the M-bomb and I think we'd have a problem.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Please. Stephanie Meyer hasn't drank herself to death... Yet.

[paterelohim]

When I start writing psychologically masochistic cry for help wet dreams, we'll know I've crossed into the final Mormon dimension.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Please. You already do. They're just not your wet dreams.

[paterelohim]

Wait, are Sam and Dean's lives secretly metaphors for my deep-seated unhappiness with my Mormon lifestyle? That's news to me.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

More like it's Sam and Dean's Mormon lifestyles you oughta be worried about. You're the conduit. Meyer doesn't really doesn't have the "BTW I'm a prophet" excuse.

[paterelohim]

You never know. Maybe Renesmee was a seal.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

The fact that you actually know the kid's name concerns me.

[paterelohim]

I read this cracked-out breakdown of the series once after someone left a six-pack of Four Loko at my house. It's kind of a memorable name.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

And unpronounceable. If being a vampire with a future hubby twice her age didn't scar that kid, trying to write that crap on her Kindergarten nameplate would.

[paterelohim]

Uh, excuse you, their pedophile love was beautiful.

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