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;

[uberboned]

Give 'em a piece of my mind? [Among other things...] Maybe I'll stand outside the station and sing "Please Mr. Jailer." That's even better than money.

call;

[unluckyinlove]

[She sighs. It's time to start taking this seriously.]

Or you could go into the kitchen for me.

call;

[uberboned]

And then? [He may or may not have already been in the kitchen. Eating frosting. What?]

call;

[unluckyinlove]

[sjklfghgjks]

You didn't even fly there, did you? You were already there. You were eating while hitting on me in jail, weren't you?

call;

[uberboned]

[HE SOUNDS SO HURT.] Well, if you didn't get arrested, I wouldn't have to lick frosting off a butter knife. There's still have a container though. We could make this work. But, you know, only if you let me in on your secret plan.

call;

[unluckyinlove]

[Monotone:] You're not using a knife. You're licking it off your finger. I know you are.

call;

[uberboned]

...All the butter knives were dirty.

call;

[unluckyinlove]

[She's about to make a snide comment, but her attention wanders. Her voice lowers.]

If we microwave the frosting for a few seconds, do you think we could drizzle it on me?

call;

[uberboned]

Or I could just get hot fudge.

call;

[unluckyinlove]

[She makes a very pleased sound, getting completely off track.]

Really hot fudge?

call;

[uberboned]

Straight from the fondue pot. Didn't I tell you? We have a fondue pot now.

call;

[unluckyinlove]

Don't tell the boys. We'll keep it upstairs in our bedroom.

call;

[uberboned]

After what I plan to use it for, I don't think they'll want it. Hell of a good use for a wedding gift.

call;

[unluckyinlove]

Details, 'briel. Come on. Don't hold out on me...

[It's like she's forgetting where she is completely. She's even ignoring the officer's shouting.]

Re: call;

[uberboned]

Wouldn't you rather I did it in person? I can use visual aides.

call;

[unluckyinlove]

I'll be home in like ten--

[That's when it dawns on her.]

...I'm incarcerated. And I'm not a supervillain anymore.

call;

[uberboned]

Only when we're really kinky, but that don't usually involve robbing banks. Want me to come down there now?

call;

[unluckyinlove]

[She nearly gets distracted by sex again, but she forces herself to stay on topic.]

I need you to dig through the back of the freezer for me.

call;

[uberboned]

You can't just hide things under the mattress, can you? [RIFLE, RIFLE. OMG IT'S SO COLD... Oh wait, he... Does not really register temperatures. It's still wet.]

call;

[unluckyinlove]

I never know if the mattress is going to stay put. [A beat.] Hey, remember that time we broke my old bed?

[Focus. What is it.]

call;

[uberboned]

[Dreamily.] That was awesome. [A pause.] Jinx. I'm getting frostbite over here.

call;

[unluckyinlove]

It was...

[Oh. Right. Reality.]

Uh, there should be a block of ice wrapped in tinfoil back there. It's about the size of a book.

call;

[uberboned]

[Long pause.] Why is there a block of ice wrapped in tinfoil in the back of our freezer and will it bite me?

call;

[unluckyinlove]

[Can you hear that eye roll?]

You know how I say I'm going to a therapy meeting every other Thursday night? And you've probably followed me, so you know I go to an AGI club instead?

call;

[uberboned]

[....

.....]

Okay, yeah. But only because I needed to make sure you aren't going all Fight Club on me.