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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[Video/Siren's Pull]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[/deeply considering manifesting Simon Cowell, Paula Abdul, and Randy Jackson just for the sake of it to see what happens...]

Just come on down. I've got a clear schedule.

[...Insert address to the Lux here. God, I need to find out where Lucifer put that thing.]

Re: [Video/Siren's Pull]

[rhythminmysoul.livejournal.com]

Can do sir! I'll be there as soon as I can.

[I see Simon trying to insult him and Danny just taking it as constructive criticism or something. Ultimate insults vs Ultimate optimism. So, log or action post?]

[Video/Siren's Pull]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

First rule of business? Don't call me "sir."

[ACTION'S FINE. He's not a creeper like Sander. :| He'll just find it really difficult to be sarcastic at.... Captain Archer the optimistic song and dance cat. WHAT IS HIS LIFE?]

Re: [Video/Siren's Pull]

[rhythminmysoul.livejournal.com]

Oh. Sorry. Is Mr. Trickster appropriate then?

[XD Now that Danny is in it? Random song numbers and evil child stars. That is now his life. And can you start the action thread? I have no idea what the club looks like so it would help me if you could. ^^]

[Video/Siren's Pull]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Gabriel. It's Gabriel.

[The exterior of the Lux (http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/4809/front1fdu.jpg) hasn't looked inviting since Lucifer shuffled back off to Buffalo, but at least the windows aren't boarded up anymore. Inside, it's the layout of a typical club- there's tables, a dance floor, a stage for a band, and a winding staircase that leads to an upper level where the manager's office and the meeting rooms are located. Gabriel's going over the entire thing with a fine-tooth comb, making sure there aren't any weird traps- he was always suspicious of this place when Lucifer was running it. He wouldn't be surprised if there was something there.

But, of course, the door's unlocked and the current manager is presently occupied underneath the fifth table he's checked for weird Satanic voodoo.]

Re: [Action/Siren's Pull]

[rhythminmysoul.livejournal.com]

[The door opens and the orange tabby walks walks in, looking around before he spots the current manager's legs sticking out under the table. He moves over to the man and looks down, lifted a brow and clearing his throat before speaking.]

Hello. Are you fixing the table?

[Action/Siren's Pull]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Contrary to all those tales of omniscience, an archangel can still be startled enough to smack his head against the table in surprise. Unlike most people, when it happens, they have to maintain their dignity and wait a few moments to pretend like THAT DIDN'T JUST HAPPEN.]

Call me superstitious, but when Satan up and leaves a joint? I think it's time to start making sure this isn't borderline Amityville. [And out from under the table he comes. Finally.

....God, objects in video really are just as fuzzy as they appear. Oh well. Racism is last millennium.]

....You must be Danny.

Re: [Action/Siren's Pull]

[rhythminmysoul.livejournal.com]

[Danny gulped when Gabriel hit his head on the table. He really hadn't meant for that to happen.]

Yes. I'm Danny. Nice to meet you.

...Did you Satan? You mean...the Satan? Devil Satan?

[Action/Siren's Pull]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I'm his brother. [Eyebrow. Yeah, because that's totally something you tell friendly cats you just meet. Well. Bound to find out one way or another.] 'Course, if the building contractors ask, Lucifer was just a little bit delusional and our parents were cruel. They'll believe almost anything in this town.

Re: [Action/Siren's Pull]

[rhythminmysoul.livejournal.com]

Oh...okay.

[Danny nods, his mind trying desperately to wrap around this subject. So he's just going to smile and nod.]

Thank you for this opportunity sir. It means a lot.

[Action/Siren's Pull]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Don't mention it. I'm not exactly big on supporting Canadian pop music and, hey, life is a cabaret, old chum. [He points to the stage.] There's the stage. Show me something impressive.

Re: [Action/Siren's Pull]

[rhythminmysoul.livejournal.com]

Can do!

[Danny ran up to the stage and looked out at Gabriel with a smile. He had been trying to memorize a new song and now was his chance. He cleared his throat before he kicked off the song. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgvnZIxOX08) The feline danced across the stage as he sang, showing off his acrobatics and fancy footwork as he did.]