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

[Action/Siren's Pull]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I'm his brother. [Eyebrow. Yeah, because that's totally something you tell friendly cats you just meet. Well. Bound to find out one way or another.] 'Course, if the building contractors ask, Lucifer was just a little bit delusional and our parents were cruel. They'll believe almost anything in this town.

Re: [Action/Siren's Pull]

[rhythminmysoul.livejournal.com]

Oh...okay.

[Danny nods, his mind trying desperately to wrap around this subject. So he's just going to smile and nod.]

Thank you for this opportunity sir. It means a lot.

[Action/Siren's Pull]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Don't mention it. I'm not exactly big on supporting Canadian pop music and, hey, life is a cabaret, old chum. [He points to the stage.] There's the stage. Show me something impressive.

Re: [Action/Siren's Pull]

[rhythminmysoul.livejournal.com]

Can do!

[Danny ran up to the stage and looked out at Gabriel with a smile. He had been trying to memorize a new song and now was his chance. He cleared his throat before he kicked off the song. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgvnZIxOX08) The feline danced across the stage as he sang, showing off his acrobatics and fancy footwork as he did.]