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?

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[[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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[unluckyinlove]

[She gives him a wry smirk and quirks her brow at him.] Have I ever told you that your Grace is completely unreliable and a shit cook?

[She plucks the bone out of his hand so she can offer it to her puppy.]

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[uberboned]

I put Milan in a warehouse. [And was nearly laid up for a month because... Ow.]

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[unluckyinlove]

People don't ingest Milan.

[Even the puppy is giving the bone a skeptical look. D'aww, it's like she's trying to prove Jinx's point. Good girl.]

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[uberboned]

I can eat it. [Suuulk.]

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[unluckyinlove]

Because you'd be three-hundred pound heavier if you weren't also an archangel.

[She picks up the puppy to not only put her in her lap, but to snuggle the little beast against her chest. The rest of what she says is in a baby talk voice. The same way she used to talk to her stomach when she mocked Gabriel.]

Daddy's a fatty. He played the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man in Ghostbusters. Yes he did.

[Oh, yes. She hates the puppy.]

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[uberboned]

[BIGGEST LINEFACE.]

Don't listen to Mommy, princess. She's just pissed that Dennis Rodman made pink hair cool before she got to it.

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[unluckyinlove]

Shhhh. Don't listen to him. He's just mad because he's old and you love me more. Isn't that right?

[For a moment, it looked like she was going to let herself get big, slobbery puppy kisses. But transitions don't happen overnight. Before the puppy can get to Jinx's face, she's pulled out of reach and put down on the couch.]

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[uberboned]

[Gabriel snorted.] Wow. You've convinced me. Quick. Let's find a cardboard box and take her to the pound before you change your mind.

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[unluckyinlove]

[That gets him a death glare. She crinkles her nose and points toward the dining room.]

Go clean the rug. Now.

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[uberboned]

[Gabriel leans forward and snaps his fingers. From the dining room comes the sound of someone muttering in incomprehensible Spanish, occasionally interjecting with broken English.] Typically, you don't ingest Spanish maids either, but they're really effective. [That's what you get for mocking his Grace, lady.]

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[unluckyinlove]

Don't talk that way about Consuela. She's the only maid you've hired so far where I didn't feel like I had to hide the silver.

[Tentatively, she scratched the puppy's ears. The animal looked like she was getting tired.]

You are so lazy, 'briel.

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[uberboned]

But I'm lazy and powerful, which puts me ahead of pretty much every deadbeat fat guy who's dating a hot skinny woman. [He reached over and gave the puppy a pat on the head.] D'you have a place for her to sleep or were you hoping she'd just pass out anywhere?

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[unluckyinlove]

You're dating a hot skinny woman?

[Better question.]

She's not just gonna take care of herself like Cat?

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[uberboned]

[That just earns her a look. Yes, self-deprecating girl. He is.]

No, babe. That's what cats do. Dogs are needy. That's why this happened. [He gestures to the other room with a sweep of his hand.]