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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[Voice]

[ofthursday]

Have you located your door?

[Castiel doesn't even care to guard his anymore, so he might as well find his brother and see if he needs any help. His voice is dull and quiet, and he's clearly unhappy with life at the moment.]

[Voice]

[uberboned]

Ye...es?

[THIS IS KINDA AWKWARD...]

[Voice]

[ofthursday]

[Well that's suspicious.]

Why do you say it that way?

[Voice]

[uberboned]

Because you don't wanna know what's in there.

[Voice]

[ofthursday]

[Great.]

Would you like assistance preventing anyone from entering it?

[Voice]

[uberboned]

I think I've got it. You've got your own door to watch, annnd I'm sure it's a real mindscrew.

[Awkward]

[Voice]

[ofthursday]

[SILENCE.]

That isn't humorous.

[He understood that comment, bro.]

And I don't care about my door. Dean already went through it.

[Voice]

[uberboned]

It wasn't meant- OH. Oh 'cause... Yeah. Hah. I wasn't even going for that. It's funny how you get the joke when it ain't even a joke. [IT'S ALSO FUNNY BECAUSE HIS REALLY IS ABOUT MINDSCREW...]

Yeah? How'd that go?

[Voice]

[ofthursday]

[Of course the one time Gabriel isn't making a bad pun on purpose... He decides to let that go for the moment, and answer the second question.]

He found out that Lucifer and I were not at odds. How do you expect it went?

[Voice]

[uberboned]

Yeah, but you oughta be used to that one by now.

[WE'VE HAD A LOT OF DEANS, CASTIEL. AND THEY ALWAYS THROW DOWN ABOUT THAT.]

[Voice]

[ofthursday]

That doesn't make it less upsetting.

[Though he is resigned to it by now, at least.]

Do you want assistance or not?

[Voice]

[uberboned]

[Gabriel sighs.]

Just don't stick your head in.

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[ofthursday]

I have no desire to.

[And he shows up a few minutes later, clearly displeased with life and certainly not pouting at all.]

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[uberboned]

[And there's Gabriel, parked outside of his door... just leaning against it ever-so-casual-like.]

Awww. Animus shenanigans got you moody again, bro?

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[ofthursday]

I don't get moody.

[The most petulant. And there goes a feather; he's molting. It's pathetic.]

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[uberboned]

Sure you don't.

[Gabriel notes the feather, picks it up, and dangles it in front of his face.] Your feathers just fall off in the fall.

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[ofthursday]

[Castiel scowls at him.]

Humorous.

[And because Gabriel is poking at him...]

What exactly is behind your door?

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[uberboned]

[Gabriel drops the hand holding the feather.]

My sex tape. What d'you think?

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[ofthursday]

I don't know a great deal about your experiences.

[He knows Gabriel's personality pretty well, but not his history.]

I would presume either the war, your death, or Heaven.

[Specifically the part of Heaven they've been dealing with a lot lately.]

Offline

[uberboned]

It was definitely... Heaven-shaped. [He paces a bit. Awkwardly.] The Fury Of Power Tools Remix.

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[ofthursday]

[This face.]

That is a terrible description.

[A pause, as he contemplates something for a moment.]

Why is it power tools? Was it something different before humans invented them?

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[uberboned]

To be honest, it was probably icepicks. Or chisels. I wasn't paying attention to the details back then- why does it matter? They were sharp objects being rammed into uncomfortable places.

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[ofthursday]

I presume humans learned such from us, rather than the other way around.

[Because he distinctly remembers not too long ago in human history where they were shoving icepicks into each others' eyes under the guise of psychiatric treatment.]

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[uberboned]

You know some of our brothers. They took a weirdly hands-on approach to loving humanity.

[....]

...Not like that.

[beat]

Okay, sometimes like that. And I don't even wanna talk about the Nephilim.

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[ofthursday]

[Castiel makes a bit of a face at that innuendo, though he then goes a bit more serious and frowns at the door.]

You know, I married a human.