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

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Jinx's curiosity is piqued, which is a very bad sign. The girl used to be an interrogator for AGI. When she wants information, she gets it, and she's very willing to play good cop/bad cop by herself with Chuck.

However, something else comes to the forefront of her mind before she can yell at him from the couch. It probably has to do with the petting.]

Hey, baby? If I brushed my teeth, would you have sex with me?

[This was a legitimate question from the drunk and definitely drugged female.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Yep. But no blow jobs. That is honestly the last thing I wanna watch you throw up. [That said, he's still directly looking at Chuck.]

You should come up with a code or a safe word or something, Chuck. Y'know, something to let me know the apocalypse is coming- and if it is, I'm gonna smack you so hard that John the Baptist'll feel it.

ilu gabriel

[paterelohim]

[Of course they're contemplating having sex while he's in the room. Chuck wonders vaguely if they'd even leave, or if Gabe would just zap him somewhere else in the city. Suffer in the darkness, bitch.]

Okay, how about the Apocalypse is coming? Is that a good code? I think it sounds fine.

But it's not coming- here. Cause I- cause they won't let it. It won't happen. And I can see, you know, I know what's gonna happen. [He points indistinctly at Gabriel and then, for some reason, at Jinx before flopping down on the couch and digging the Doritos from underneath it.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[The staring continues.]

Gibbering Drunk ain't a language I've ever heard of. English, moron, do you speak it? You're about to go into mime and that's not okay.

[paterelohim]

You should be fluent in everything. [Nom nom.] The Apocalypse isn't exactly gonna happen here. They won't let it.

...Prophets being not.. understandable is traditional. You're lucky I'm not trying to rhyme.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

You're missing this huge chunk of the point.

[paterelohim]

Oh.

Well, what was it?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

What does it have to do with me and Jinx?

[paterelohim]

Well fuck, you'll find out soon.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[GLARING] How bad would it hurt if I hit you across the head with that lamp?

[paterelohim]

Less than- [how much you're PMSing right now. Chuck stifles that thought before it can leave his Bad Idea Lips by knocking bad an inadvisably large amount of water and helpfully choking on it.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[The thought of having sex right now sounds awesome to those last few functioning brain cells. Only for a minute, though. Right now, she should be yelling at Chuck to answer Gabriel, but she's stopped paying attention. Instead, she makes a small whining noises and reached over to tug at the leg of her boyfriend's pants.]

Jus' kill him already. I wanna go home now. Make him explode. Lemme close my eyes first, though.

[She's...surprisingly serious about this concept.]

[paterelohim]

[CHUCKUS INTERRUPTUS]

But I'd explode all over your shoes.

You could just go home, and then you could sleep a lot. [And Gabriel could heal her and make sure she doesn't die and please yes yes.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel growls] Fine. But don't think this is over. We're gonna talk later. And don't call me this time, huh?

[He gathers Jinx up in his arms again.] C'mon, babe. I'll blow the next irritating vague guy up.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Jinx presses herself firmly into her boyfriend chest. All she smells right now is vomit and it's horrible. But she does manage to raise her hand and flip Chuck off with her pointy, bony middle finger.]

Your pay's getting cut an' I'mma send you to bartending school.

[No, dude. She's serious.]

[paterelohim]

But I already went. [The saddest face, Jinx. The saddest. And the meekest voice.]

I'll test the next one out better before letting you try it.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Good man, Chuck. Ciao. [He gives an awkward salute and... Teleports.

Leaving Chuck alone with his... Revelations.

And the stench of vomit.]