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

voice; backdated to the day after the masq~

[paterelohim]

So, did you do anything interesting last night?

voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Nope. Not a thing. Why? Did you? [See Gabriel. See Gabriel be coy. HE KNOWS YOU WERE THE ONE WHO FORCE-FED LUCIFER AND MICHAEL BOOZE.]

voice;

[paterelohim]

I taught a couple friends of mine how to do tequila shooters.

[Yes, Gabriel. Whatever else you imagined, Chuck went for the only form of alcohol consumption that is both uniquely absent of dignity and involves licking yourself.]

voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Ohhh. So that's why I had the The Great Archangel Pyramid of Canada trying to get me to christen their apartment.

voice;

[paterelohim]

The- the what?

[Okay, he can't deal. Brb laughing his face off.]

voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Three words. Piggy-back ride.

voice;

[paterelohim]

Holy shit. I am... so sorry I missed that.

voice; WAY TO BE BILL COSBY IN THAT ICON, CHUCK.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

And why weren't you following them around with a camera?

PUDDIN' POP~

[paterelohim]

Uh, actually...

[Ffffff.]

[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

[A beat]

I want copies.

[paterelohim]

Hey, man. All you had to do was ask.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm asking. I need a Christmas card.

[paterelohim]

Get over here and I can show you the video.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Bribing me to get me into that damn house, huh? You minx.

[paterelohim]

If you can stay for ten extra minutes, the alarms will never go off for you again. Besides. Don't you want the video?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Temptress.

[A sigh] Gimme a minute.

[paterelohim]

I'm... just drawn that way? [Shrug.] Okay. Waiting~

Offline

[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

[AND LO DID AN ANGEL APPEAR AT THY DOOR AND RING THY DOORBELL.]

[paterelohim]

[And lo did the drunkest Hobbit of them all let the angel in with a shit-eating smirk.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Okay, let's see it. [Even though he's headed to the fridge. If he's going to lurk Casa Del Magneto, he is going to eat ALL THE FOOD.]

[paterelohim]

Gimme a sec. [Jeez Gabriel, he has to find the file first okay.

That didn't take long. Chuck beckons him.]

C'mere, come here.

[The video is noisy and not the greatest, but clearly shows Chuck, Michael, and Lucifer around a table, singing drunkenly and very, very badly. Chuck appears as smashed as they are, but when Michael and Lucifer drop off from singing to lean against each other and dissolve in giggles, the way he smoothly takes a drink and smirks when they can't see him is decidedly too evil to be accidental.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Snickering and in sing-song] Iii found our Christmas card~

[paterelohim]

[Sniggering and trying really REALLY hard to keep a leash on his glee~]

They'll kill you and decorate a Christmas tree with you, dude.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Worth it.

[paterelohim]

Can we get this thing in a Superbowl commercial?