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

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[paterelohim]

So, uh, I hate to be the guy asking this, but are you okay? With... that?

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

No one's okay with Dan Brown.

[NO, HE'S NOT OKAY. NEXT QUESTION, ALEX.]

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[paterelohim]

I think if he and Stephanie Meyers had a kid, it would be the real Antichrist.

[And in about four minutes there will be a Diabetic waiting on his desk in the office that's decently bigger than a quart of milk. Listen, some people offer to listen to their friends' problems, Chuck has booze. He is Jack's compassion and coping mechanisms.]

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Don't even joke. I'm almost certain Dan Brown was a runner-up for Zachariah's vessel and if Stephanie Meyers isn't possessed by a demon, then there's no hope for humanity.

[AND THEN LATER. VIA TEXT.]

I didn't know they made glasses that big. [I am Jack's appreciation.]

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[paterelohim]

Isn't being Mormon monstrous enough?

[Later~]

It's on the house. I'll make you one for every time Elaine or Aslan talks to you, and two if you Lucifer-proof the club. No, make that four. Eight. Twelve. All of them.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Done. And I've thankfully avoided Furrball That Smells Like Jesus... 'Course, that was intentional. What can I say? Elaine's a little hard to miss.

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[paterelohim]

Hey, he's pretty nice. Although I kind of wish Lucifer didn't talk to him. Ever. Elaine is kind of... different, though.