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]

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.]