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

angel radio

[uberboned]

It's not wrong. It's just not our world. You can't expect it to play nice with everyone.

angel radio

[servingmichael]

This place feels wrong Gabriel. Can't you feel it?

angel radio

[uberboned]

[Of course he's felt it. He'd be an idiot if he hadn't. The problem is... You get used to it. It's wrong, but it just adds character to the city... or so he tells himself.]

You'd do better to just let it go, Raphael.

angel radio

[servingmichael]

How?

[He'd never gotten used to the empty Throne Room either.]

It's worse at night, I can't stay busy enough.

angel radio

[uberboned]

Practice makes perfect. I like exploding the little ones, personally.

[It may not seem like it, but in his own way... He is trying to help.]