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

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[That does not mean it won't come up later. SIIIGH.] The dress code's Jinx's idea. If you don't mind being her Barbie doll? I don't mind hiring you on as waitstaff, since her preference seems to be "women I won't hit on."

[socius]

[Idk, Jinx seemed pretty thrown off her game when Anna brought it up.]

.. I'm not going to end up in a bikini or anything, am I?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

It's a cabaret, Anna. Not a Hooter's.

[socius]

[Indignant noises. She knows that okay. She's just never been to one.]

Okay, then I can deal with being a Barbie for Jinx.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Good. Maybe you'll bond... Or make Jinx's little Gothy friend perkier. That I'd pay to see.

[socius]

[Just an eyebrow that no one can see.]

Gothy friend? --Er, do you need to interview me or.. Something? [DO ANGELS DO INTERVIEWS? IDK. DO YOU KNOW?]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I haven't even met half my alleged waitresses. You're good.

[socius]

[Well that sounds professional. BUT Jinx is hiring so. That. Makes sense.]

Oookay. What day should I show up?

[Because opening night would be ... well. It's weird enough as it is, she wouldn't be surprised if there was no rundown before hand.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Day one, kiddo. Think of it like Normandy, but with more alcohol and a lot more Liza Minnelli.

[socius]

At least you have good taste? [Okay, okay, she can deal.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

You nervous?

[socius]

No.

... Maybe a little. S'been a while since I've had the time for a job.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Don't sweat it. I've never even ran a club before. [He sounds so pleased with himself. LOOK, YOU'RE LOOKING AT A GUY WHOSE FAKE CAREER CHOICES SPAN A VILLAGE MEN NUMBER.]