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]

[Snicker]

Can't help it. I'm just that good.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Or I'm just that gullible.

[There's some rustling, then she sighs.]

Would you hold it against me if I told you I missed the awful sound of your snoring in my ear?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[A beat.]

I could probably fake it if it'll make you feel better. [See Gabriel... Be slightly evasive. EVADE, GABE. EVADE.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

How about no.

[Another, smaller sigh.] It just sucks. If I want to sleep with you, then you have to just lay there and stare at me all night.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I actually can sleep. And have. I just usually know when you're gonna wake up, so I can stare at you creepily and make you wonder if I've been doing it the whole night.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

There's a difference between sleeping and going into a coma like someone hit you up the back of the head with a bat.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

More proof the creation process sucks. You got claws. I got an inability to achieve a decent REM state.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

You love my claws.

[After a moment.] ...I really, well, I liked it when we were, ah - you were, uh, living here.

With me.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

And you love that I go for hours without having to rest. It evens out.

[Another beat] Are you asking me to move in? 'Cause, well, we both know I take up a lot of space, but I also bring my own food and get along with your toaster. [He only teases to make her feel better.] I'll even lay off the boys.

...A little.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Hell yes she does. But that's not the point right now.]

Yeah right. They'd go crazy being stuck in this tiny apartment with you 24/7.

...I've been looking at houses.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

So... You, me, and the two idiots move into suburbia?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[She's quiet.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

You and me.

[And now he's quiet, because, man, thinking of Jinx leaving those two morons alone is kind of bizarre.]

Okay. You'd give up that tiny, crappy apartment with your favorite pet idiots to live in a little patch of suburbia straight out of Cleaverville where every pearly-white-toothed Stepford Smilier is gonna give you the stink-eye for being weirdly complected and dating an older man.... All for me?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

No. I happen to like them...

[There's a "but" in there and they both probably know it.]

I don't know, I'm just - just entertaining fantasies.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I know. If you didn't, we wouldn't be here right now and for that, I tolerate their existence.

[Oh yes, they do.]

Fantasies of white-picket fences and flipping off the sassy blonde neighbor chick who keeps peeking at the "creepy Sin-Child" through her windows while she clutches her Bible?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

More like fantasies of a big, old house. Maybe in a better part of Sector 4. A place with enough rooms so I could have a studio, but not too many so Dio and T still have to share one.

Someplace to...call home.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Someplace not an abandoned warehouse and a shitty apartment, right? I mean, we're lifers now. Might as well act like it.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

My apartment is great. It's just not-- [She has to think about how to word this. It's like 3 in the morning. Words are failing her. Time to be blunt, then?]

It's retarded that you live like you can erase your own existence at any given moment and I hate it.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

There's mold in the fridge and I think it wants to kill Claudio in his sleep.

[He blinks. Well... That's how he's always lived. Then again, he... Also was going for that. He sighs and then goes on, softer this time.] I used to be going for that effect. Not so much these days, I guess.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Patrick is harmless.

[Talking about the mold is easier than pushing Gabriel into commitment. They joke about a lot of these things, but actually discussing it's another matter entirely.]

Sleeping without you sucks, okay? And so does your stupid warehouse when you're not in it. Your home should be a place you can go to when you're injured or tired. Not a place you can't go to because you can't keep up the illusion.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure he's developing opposable thumbs.

[Much, much easier. Annnd... Again he goes silent. And then tries to keep his voice casual and nonchalant, even if the reality of the situation is kind of painful]

Got me there. I guess I haven't had much of a place to call home since I slammed the screen door on my way out of Heaven. And I guess wandering around at night, stalking assholes and killing things with my brain ain't the best way to spend a night of not-sleeping. [Which is his way of saying, "I totally miss not-sleeping beside you too, babe." He sighs.]

D'you want me to come over? I'm actually doing neither of the above right now and was probably gonna end up over there anyway. [He pauses, kind of dramatically] Hold on. I'm about to tell you that you're my brain of heroin and you have to emotionally prepare yourself for it. I'll give you a second.

[Gabriel mood swings like a girl.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[But he's Jinx's favorite girl. His jokes don't really get much of a reaction out of her. She's much more focused on actually having to talk about all this in person with him. So she just sort of ignores his mood swings.]

You have 10 seconds to be in your boxers and in bed beside me before I change my mind. Go.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[There's suddenly a sharp whistle.

Turn around, Jinx. That would be Gabriel, sprawled under the covers, shirtless, and with his head propped up on his hand, like he's been having this conversation the entire time.]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Like she actually needs to turn around. After turning off her communicator, she sets it down on the night stand. Her hair is messy from all the tossing and turning. She's wearing the usual spankies and tank top to bed. It's not long before she rolls over and starts cuddling him.]

Missed you, jerk.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He wraps an arm around and her and makes with the cuddling like it's all second nature to him now. Because it really is.]

Maybe I should just start coming over every night. [He kisses her forehead] Y'know, until you find a nice old house we can be the Brady Bunch in.