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.]]

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[uberboned]

[And Gabriel just... Accepts this, because what are you gonna do? Argue with drunk Satan?] Think you mentioned that, but hey! Good for you guys. It'll make your place more homey.

[thelightbringer]

You sound like Sam. [Because Lucifer had harassed the poor man over and over in the bar about it.]

What's your home like?

[uberboned]

Ugh. Please. I could deal with you threatening to kill me, but anything but that.

[He sighs.] Big, roomy... Full of emotionally stunted people. And I think there's a dead body in our panic room.

[thelightbringer]

You know him? [Lucifer nudges him--it turns into a stronger gesture than he meant, thanks to the alcohol.] You get around.

And tell Jinx to stop killing people. It's unhygenic.

[uberboned]

[His steps falter at the nudge.] We're old friends... In the sense that we kinda don't get along and I occasionally kill his brother a few times just to prove a point, but no big deal.

[EYE. ROLL.] Pretty sure it came with the building.

[thelightbringer]

Not that Sam. [He'll see your eyeroll with one of his own.] Once they're hooked on one thing or another they're boring. I've got nothing to talk to poor little Sammy Winchester about.

[uberboned]

You've been chattin' with Merlotte? The rough trade AGI bait that Pal Joey and his little pep squad work for? Since when?

[thelightbringer]

A few weeks. [He bumps his head against Gabriel's, accidentally of course but it makes him seem oddly animalistic.] I like him, he's like--a smarter Dean. And he's why I'm drinking tonight. Who's Pal Joey?

[uberboned]

[Gabriel edges away slightly, but is altogether grateful for the contact- more of it, anyway. Who knows when they might be like this again?] Remind me to send him a fruit basket. [He scoffs at the question.] Joe Fieldman. Little silver-haired punk. Sticks his nose in everything.

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer laughs a little.] You should. He's been teaching things. Useful things.

[He tries to place a face to the name but can't.] Tell 'im to keep his nose away from me.

[uberboned]

Like... What? [A beat] So I know what to write on the card.

[Another eyeroll.] Can do.

[thelightbringer]

Like...cooking. And how to go into a burning building. [A lengthy pause.] And other things but you'd just...be ridiculous about.

[uberboned]

In my defense, Lucy, there's nothing not ridiculous about getting into a burning building. Can't be blamed for that one.

[thelightbringer]

It wasn't holy fire, and he would've burned his paws off. [Yup. That is his haughty excuse for following Sam Merlotte on a rescue mission.]

[uberboned]

I'm sure that sentence was supposed to make sense, but you're drunk, so who knows?

[thelightbringer]

You've never seen him get naked? And turn into something? [And he thought you'd be a better busybody, for shame.]

[uberboned]

Oh. That. [A beat.] ...Nope.

[thelightbringer]

Gabriel. Why do you like naked human bodies? What is it that appeals to you? I thought maybe you just liked gods--maybe you didn't care how filthy they are--but now you live with one. And I can safely say she's been naked with you.

[Which is disgusting. Less disgusting than Kali, but only barely.]

[uberboned]

You want me to explain why I'm a breast and leg angel? Something tells me that's not a book you wanna open, Lucy.

[thelightbringer]

I don't understand it. I've tried. I did a lot of things to Lilith.... Is it because you have a body? [GENUINE CURIOSITY. The intense scrutiny only the drunk can manage.] I tried that, too.

[headshake] I don't get it. Help me understand it. How can you prefer plain little mortal sex to what you could do without your vessel? Have you tried it?

[uberboned]

Yeah, and... There's something unbearably lonely about living in a wasteland of eyeless corpses. [A sigh] I like people, Lucifer. Can't explain why- they're fuck-ups at best and Daddy knows I off a ton of 'em... But I like 'em. It's not even just about sex. It's about the passion.

[thelightbringer]

We have passion. [Or at least Lucifer does--too much of it, in fact, it's what makes him so volatile, so peculiar and dangerous.]

[uberboned]

Not like them. We're all passion with no focus, because we were meant to have it just for Dad and each other... Then we got split up, and now... What are you passionate about, Lucifer? The family? Killing humanity one by one? Making Daddy suffer? What? [He snorts.] You were always the brightest.

[thelightbringer]

[He gives Gabriel an honestly wounded look. What is he passionate about? Gabriel has to ask?]

Home. Just like them. I just want...home.

And I want to learn everything God wouldn't tell us. I want life, Gabriel.

[uberboned]

[Gabriel fixes his brother with a heartbroken look.] Then take it, Lucifer. That's all you have to do. Dad doesn't matter here- His reach... If He's even reaching... It ain't here. This could be home. It's not as good as what Heaven was, but we're never getting that back again.