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]

In case this goes south? 'Cause honestly, Jubes, I'm kinda over it.

[Call;]

[thelittlestbub]

... [Nope, give her a second. She's got paints on her hands.]

Are we heading south? I could totally go for some beer batter fish that I know has only grown up in the finest pollution.

[Because she's not sure what else to say. She wasn't expecting him to call.]

[Call;]

[uberboned]

I'm gonna take that as a no. I'm too old to hold grudges.

[Call;]

[thelittlestbub]

I never held a grudge, Gabe. I was just pissed no one was listening. Besides, I sent her an engagement present. You deserved one too.

[Call;]

[uberboned]

Like I said, water under the bridge. It's all Crowley's problem now.

[A beat]

Brought back old times, that thing. Was that really almost two years ago?

[Call;]

[thelittlestbub]

[She actually relaxes. If he's going to let it go, she will too.]

Yeah. Doesn't seem like it, does it? But when I was looking for new squirt guns and saw that? I just knew it would make the perfect gift.