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

[Text message]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Oh, that era. All child brides and women shutting their mouths and looking cute. How did you stand it?

[Text message]

[vw-coyote.livejournal.com]

None of them were from the Victorian era, they just acted like it. Me? I had an ugly, repainted, graffiti covered VW Rabbit on blocks that I would put out back of my place to spoil the Alpha's very, very pretty river view. Oh, and generally didn't ask his permission for anything. Annoyed the hell out of him.

[Text message]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

And that, my friend, is exactly why we get along.

[Text message]

[vw-coyote.livejournal.com]

And here I thought it was just my brownies you loved. I'm touched.

[Text message]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

They're an added bonus.

[Text message]

[vw-coyote.livejournal.com]

I knew it was my brownies that kept you coming back.

[Text message]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it's true. My heart may belong to another woman, but my stomach is all yours.

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[vw-coyote.livejournal.com]

I'd rather just have the adoration. Viscera makes such a mess.

[Text message]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Got it. No organs.