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]

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.

call;

[unluckyinlove]

I gamble. With some of my old AGI acquaintances.

In that block of ice is the debit card to that bank account.

call;

[uberboned]

That isn't how you freeze accounts, Jinx. Just... FYI. [But he's got it now.] So I guess I should defrost this, right?

call;

[unluckyinlove]

You're so not funny.

[Yes. Yes, he is.]

Just unfreeze it and meet me down here. My cell smells like pee.

call;

[uberboned]

This could take awhile. I can't really microwave it.

call;

[unluckyinlove]

You're an archangel. I'm sure you can think of something.

call;

[uberboned]

[LIKE THIS HAS ONLY JUST OCCURRED TO HIM.] Oh yeah.

In that case, gimme five minutes.

call;

[unluckyinlove]

Four.

[There's a smirk in her voice as she hangs up the phone, and is very quickly escorted back to her cell.]