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

[OFFLINE]

[integrity]

It took me nearly forty-thousand years. Heaven is worse.

[He knows what kind of systematic brainwashing goes on upstairs, he sleeps with Castiel, okay.]

Crashing the wedding and burning your club is more Lucifer's style than Michael's, but I doubt either of them will bother.

Killing people you like, well.

[Crowley shrugs slightly.]

There's a reason I have specialized Enochian warding burned into the foundation of this house.

[OFFLINE]

[uberboned]

Let me dream, Crowley. I happen to like my delusions.

[OFFLINE]

[integrity]

[EYE. ROLL.]

Whatever.

So long as you know it's a delusion.