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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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Did you say that? I sure don't remember you saying that. Oh well. Guess that means it doesn't count.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Can you hear her smiling through that forced annoyed tone?]

Well, I don't remember when "I miss you" turned into "you should zap yourself right over and invade my space."

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

If I was there, you wouldn't have to miss me. It's only logical.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

You're really enjoying that you ruined me, aren't you?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Look at this way, unlike some previous relationships you've had, I don't try to force you to "mend your ways." I think that's a point in my favor.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

No. You did much worse. You made me all...cutesie.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Ohhh no. That's all on you, princess. You made me the bumbling hero in the romantic comedy instead of the snarky sidekick.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

You started it. I just played along so I didn't crush your fragile ego.

...or to save me the pain of having you obsessively stalk me for the next lifetime.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

And then you fell in love, which is how most teenage romance novels start out. Girl meets otherworldly being, otherworldly being becomes smitten, girl becomes smitten... There's some conflict and bloodshed. And then boom. New York Times' best-seller.

I may have started it, but you fell pretty hard, yourself.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Yeah, because you tripped me. [Hear that on the other line? That's the laziest Z-snap ever.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Snicker]

Can't help it. I'm just that good.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Or I'm just that gullible.

[There's some rustling, then she sighs.]

Would you hold it against me if I told you I missed the awful sound of your snoring in my ear?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[A beat.]

I could probably fake it if it'll make you feel better. [See Gabriel... Be slightly evasive. EVADE, GABE. EVADE.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

How about no.

[Another, smaller sigh.] It just sucks. If I want to sleep with you, then you have to just lay there and stare at me all night.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I actually can sleep. And have. I just usually know when you're gonna wake up, so I can stare at you creepily and make you wonder if I've been doing it the whole night.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

There's a difference between sleeping and going into a coma like someone hit you up the back of the head with a bat.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

More proof the creation process sucks. You got claws. I got an inability to achieve a decent REM state.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

You love my claws.

[After a moment.] ...I really, well, I liked it when we were, ah - you were, uh, living here.

With me.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

And you love that I go for hours without having to rest. It evens out.

[Another beat] Are you asking me to move in? 'Cause, well, we both know I take up a lot of space, but I also bring my own food and get along with your toaster. [He only teases to make her feel better.] I'll even lay off the boys.

...A little.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Hell yes she does. But that's not the point right now.]

Yeah right. They'd go crazy being stuck in this tiny apartment with you 24/7.

...I've been looking at houses.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

So... You, me, and the two idiots move into suburbia?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[She's quiet.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

You and me.

[And now he's quiet, because, man, thinking of Jinx leaving those two morons alone is kind of bizarre.]

Okay. You'd give up that tiny, crappy apartment with your favorite pet idiots to live in a little patch of suburbia straight out of Cleaverville where every pearly-white-toothed Stepford Smilier is gonna give you the stink-eye for being weirdly complected and dating an older man.... All for me?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

No. I happen to like them...

[There's a "but" in there and they both probably know it.]

I don't know, I'm just - just entertaining fantasies.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I know. If you didn't, we wouldn't be here right now and for that, I tolerate their existence.

[Oh yes, they do.]

Fantasies of white-picket fences and flipping off the sassy blonde neighbor chick who keeps peeking at the "creepy Sin-Child" through her windows while she clutches her Bible?