uberboned | IC CONTACT POST

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IC CONTACT POST

[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]

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The Germans wore gray, you wore blue. [He pauses and then laughs a bit.] Couldn't forget it if I tried. I don't think I've been threatened with a fork that many times in my life.

[She snickers tiredly.] All the times you almost got hot coffee on your crotch before that...

I hated you.

And now we're... [He trails off, like he's suddenly just realized something.] You feeling okay?

[If she doesn't answer it, it will go away.]

I was so pissed when you showed up at my front door out of the blue. Then you made me come after you.

Jinx, you're really starting to freak me out.

[She's quiet for a few seconds. When she speaks again, her voice is soft and sincere.]

Out of all the things I've done in my life, I'm the proudest of us.

[There's a soft sound, almost like a half-choked laugh.] Same here, babe. I'm coming over.

Don't--

[She bites her lip and closes her eyes, rethinking the approach.]

You'll see me later tonight. We live together, don't we?

Yep. Unfortunately, later when you're about to start whispering "Rosebud" at me is too late. And since we live together, I reserve the right to come home any time I want.

[Excuse her while she rolls her eyes and silently curses. So this is why people didn't move in together until they were married. Right.]

I'm just reminiscing. It doesn't mean anything.

I'd agree with you, if you weren't sleeping half the day and looking a little more white than gray.

[And here she thought all the makeup was fooling him.]

I like naps and it's been a while since I've gotten a tan. Pregnant girls aren't supposed to look perfect, you know.

Edited 2011-09-30 20:50 (UTC)

What's the proud doctor gotta say about all this?

Nothing. I told him to screw off weeks ago.

Why? The guy practically thought the kid was his.

I don't have to explain why. Moving on.

[Daedalus told her she needed an abortion, and that was the end of that.]

I'm standing outside the door right now. Anything I need to know before I Ward comes home, June?

[Well, shit. She hasn't had the energy to make herself look alive just yet. The kid could use whiteout for concealer right about now. The skin was so thin and stretched that her violent veins were spiderwebs across her body. Her forehead was clammy, eyes surrounded by dark circles that weren't entirely old eye makeup. There was no time to jump up and lock herself in the bathroom. Like she could jump right now. So, she just pulled the blanket on the bed up over her head and hung up on him.]

[Gabriel's in her- their- room a moment later, staring at the pregnant Jinx-shaped lump under the covers. Rather than unceremoniously yanking them off of her, because he's not a complete monster, he just sits down next to her on the bed and tries to stroke her through the blanket.]

It's getting bad, huh?

I'm probably catching a cold or something.

[Even though she sounds forceful, she's under a blanket and leaning into her boyfriend petting her. So fierce.]

All the more reason for you to not stop seeing a doctor- I played one on TV once, but... That don't count.

I'll see him again when I'm good and rea--

[Her body tenses and she muffles an unpleasant sound.]

[He leans down, wrapping one arm partially around her.] Jinx. Babe. This is one thing you can't get around by being a hardass.

[The pile of blankets growls at him between slow, deep breaths.]

It's nothing. Odette's just trying to break mommy's spine from the inside out.

[Oh, the irony of that statement.]

That's a pretty painful nothing, y'know. Especially considering she might actually succeed and we haven't even had time to traumatize her yet.

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