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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[ofthursday]

Miss.

[Castiel has strategically laid his ships out in a pattern meant to be obscure; meanwhile he's mentally calculated the most likely spots to strike back.]

D6.

[And a somewhat surprised and baffled look for that comment.]

She believes it's been ten years, Gabriel.

[That's not barely affected okay.]

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[uberboned]

[And this is the point where Gabriel, who has more sunk ships than floating ones REALLY REGRETS teaching Castiel a strategy game.

Still cooler than chess. He raises an eyebrow at his brother.] I'm talking about how she hasn't changed a bit, Castiel. [A beat.] Also miss. A3.

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[ofthursday]

[Poor Gabriel. This is what you get for having a nerd for a little brother.]

She does seem to be very similar. But I would not have expected her personality to change greatly.

Miss; E7.

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[uberboned]

Hit. [Grumble mutter.] Yeah, but pretty much everyone else got the rough trade version of ten years. Good one, Animus.

B9.

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[ofthursday]

[Castiel looks vaguely pleased for a moment, until Gabriel finally stumbles upon one of his ships as well.]

Hit. E8.

I have not been paying attention to many others.