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.]]

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He kept petting her hair, tracing lines through it and occasionally moving his hand down to rub her arms or her back, completely soothingly.] 'Course. Hell, I'll give you the rest of the day. [He shifted to save him from having to do it later in the day, and got comfortable.] My schedule's clear.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

You should probably... [yaaawn] ...be gone by the time the boys wake up. We don't need Claudio having a panic attack. He's fragile.

[The purring was starting up, which was a very silly and somewhat feminine way to snore.] You...smell nice. Keep petting me.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Fine. When I hear the house spontaneously burst into Dashboard Confessional, I'll get lost. But until then, they can deal with it. [And he's just gonna keep petting her, because, well, if the lady insists.] Go to sleep, Jinx.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

No. [That was just her being defiant. Lazily, her hand tugged at his shirt and pressed the material against the bridge of her nose. Less than twenty seconds later, she was out like a light.]