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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?
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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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Mostly she climbs on things and purrs at him till he finds her. [It's ruining the reputation, Gabe.]
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[Asks Break, as he pokes his head out of the cupboard. The glasses cupboard. Which should be small enough to barely hold a cat.
Happy April first, Gabriel.]
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[Lucifer stands and goes to ruffle Break's hair. And then more laughing at Gabriel.]
You gave him a heart attack, Xerxes~
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[Unfolding himself out of the cupboard, a one-man clown car.]
Start small, my dears. What does coming out of the closet mean?
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[Eyebrows arching.]
That isn't- well. I'm putting the kettle on.
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[Head swiveling like he's watching tennis.]
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You are. A little.
Go on, Gabriel, tell him about the dragon parade.
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[Nope, not tracking.]
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No humans will be harmed in the making of this prank, to head off that question.
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[He tells Lucifer, distractedly, because he's learning. But his gaze flicks back to Gabriel.]
You do realize they'll kill you.
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