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

[Voice]

[uberboned]

May I remind you that in the future, you and that furry are sitting in a tree?

[Voice]

[rapping]

Fuck off.

[GABRIEEEEEEEL]

Are you going to help me out or not?

[Voice]

[uberboned]

How can I resist amore?

[Voice]

[rapping]

What the fuck part of 'this is for a stupid bet' do you not comprehend. Do you not do this kind of shit in Heaven. Do you just turn over eighty fucking rocks to find some goddamn marshmallows for your angelic furry friends or do you hit up the nearest thug for some fucking graham crackers.

Where is the fucking poetry, Gabriel? Where is the double-crossing motherfucker that can throw down with the rest of them? Lost to the fucking Disney movie that my life has supposedly become. It's the sickest form of irony that I've ever fucking seen, in that this entire conversation is fucking pointless, and Jesus Christ, I need a goddamn Hershey's bar.

[Voice]

[uberboned]

Oh c'mon. I'm just screwing with you, Dave. I'll see what I can do.

[Voice]

[rapping]

[hrgggggghghg]

-- thanks.