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;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

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?

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

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.

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[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.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

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

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[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.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

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

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Nothing. I told him to screw off weeks ago.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Why? The guy practically thought the kid was his.

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

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

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

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

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

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Action;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[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?

Action;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

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.]

Action;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

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

Action;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

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

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

Action;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

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

Action;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Action;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

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.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Finally, she pulls the blanket off of her head and breathes in the cool, fresh air. Much better.]

Only a few more months before they can cut her out of me and we'll both live.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[...Except she looks fit to pop right now and it's clear Gabriel realizes that from the thirty-yard stare he gives her stomach.] Yep... A few more months.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Jinx rolls her eyes.]

She's big, but she's still way too premature. Her heart and lungs can't support her yet without me helping. If some women can have litters, I can manage this. Now stop giving our daughter that look. She'll get a complex.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

She doesn't have one already? [He snapped out of it quickly enough, but the hesitation remained.] Seriously, Jinxie. What'd the doc say?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[It took a hell of a lot of effort, but Jinx managed to drag herself up into a sitting position. She propped herself up against the pillows shoved against the headboard. Breathing deeply and slowly, she rubbed her hand over her stomach. Her claws tugged at the material of her shirt.

After all that effort was exhausted, she simply looked away from him.]

It was a private consultation and I'd like it to stay that way. All you need to know is that we had a disagreement in regards to Odette's well being and I will no longer be accepting his medical advice.

[Translation: he said something she didn't want to hear and she told him off.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He scooted so that he could curl himself as much around her as possible.] He said one of you was gonna die, didn't he?

[Like anyone would need two guesses for that one.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[And before she could stop herself, she blurted out a frustrated:] People come back to life here all the time! It's not a big deal!