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IC CONTACT POST

[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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Mmmm...there's a lot more where that came from. [A statement made much less seduce when it included a yawn.] Don't sell yourself short, 'briel. You make me squeal like a schoolgirl.
[She ran her hand lazily down his side. Each word in her next sentence was enunciated sharply.] We. Are. Perfect.
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I was getting to me. [He was practically preening.] Almost wish I had the videotape for that one. Should I put mirrors on the ceiling so you can watch next time? Bars on the headboard? The whole nine yards. Maybe we'll get a dungeon. I bet there's one we can rent out... Or steal from AGI.
[He trailed off, laughing and kissed her forehead.] If we get any more perfect? We're gonna have to make like Thelma and Louise. I'll provide the cliff.
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Let's make a sex tape. Multiple sex tapes. With all of that. Including the cliff. We'll get real kinky...make what I just did look vanilla. [She yawned loudly, then mumbled something about mustache rides.]
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I wanna make George Lucas proud. We'll give everyone a special screening at our wedding. It'll be great.