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]

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.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Less than three months in an actual relationship and they're already symbiotic. Love should really be a lot more terrifying. She leans up and catches his lips. When she pulls away, she bumps his nose with hers.]

Maybe I'd like that. Or maybe we'll spend enough time together that I'll finally realize we shouldn't be together. Maybe you'll get bored of me first. Willing to take the risk?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

You think I would've come if I wasn't? This is home now, babe. Cheesy as it sounds- I can't go back, you can't go back. This is it. Finito. Stick a fork in it. All that crap. Wherever you go, I'll just appear there randomly when you least expect me.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

I don't know whether to kiss you or take out a restraining order.

[She pulls back to look at him through the dark.]

So...we're serious about this, right? Do you really want this?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Okay, so there's a small part of him that thinks she just wants to play house, which he can dig and it's not like commitment's that big of a problem, but there's something very visceral and real about this. The finality, he supposes. He is really staying here, running a club, and, God forbid, living in a house that he didn't steal.

And yet...]

C'mon, Jinx. How many times do I have to say it? [He leans over and touches her face, voice going suddenly serious.] I love you and I want you to be happy. If you want a house with a picket fence and irritating neighbors, then that's what we'll get. Okay?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Jinx already decided she was staying here long ago. That's not her problem here. She touches the hand on her face and rolls her eyes.]

Not what I mean.

[She growls a little and more or less pounces on him. She holds down his shoulders and straddles his hips, not aggressively, but not playfully either.]

What do you want, stupid? And answering "to make you happy" isn't permitted.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He takes it like a man and stares up at the ceiling for a moment, before glancing down to meet her eyes.] That's a loaded question.

[He just sighs, unable to go past that point without getting into the sentimental BS he likes avoiding.]

Nothing lasts for me, Jinx. My family boned up and I left. I screwed the pooch with my other family. I'm a casual loner with few friends, who happens to get his kicks screwing with people. I just want you, okay? I want to drive this thing into the ground like we're both living with expiration dates- don't say a word. I just want this to last. I don't wanna get to the point where you're just another notch on my list of homes I can't go back to.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Oh, and she was about to say a word. Opens her mouth and everything. But she purses her lips and exhales through her nose, letting him finish. Sentimental man. She dips down and rests her forehead right where his clavicles meet.]

I don't want that either. I want a family, baby. I'm tired of being alone. I hate it. But I don't want to drag you into something you hate just to appease my foolish insecurities.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

As long as I can still make assholes suffer, no one touches my family, and I can run my club, and generally make this whole town a little bit more irritated with their lives? I'm happy. I'm a simple angel, with simple pleasures. All I ask is that I get back as much as I give... And I always have my mojo at all times. That's it. A picket fence with you is better than a cold warehouse alone.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[She lifts her head back up and looks at him.]

Oh. I was planning on keeping you on a tight leash and not letting you do any of that. My bad.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He tucks a finger under her chin, smiling.] Don't even joke- I've been on a short leash. It sucks.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Like I'd ever do that to you. You're more fun when you screw up and piss me off. I don't like easy. Anyway, I needed to say something to keep us from getting sappier. Someone was going to start playing a tiny violin in the next room over.

[She pulls her chin away from him and nips gently at his fingertip.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He pulls his finger away and laughs] Gotta keep that status quo in check, huh?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Naturally.

[Oh, no he doesn't. She grabs his hand right back, growls playfully, then kisses his wrist.]

So...we're really doing this, then? Really really?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[He smirks] Yep. I'll make it my goal to make everyone in that neighborhood remember when the place used to be so nice.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

You can mow the lawn. Wave at the neighbors with the goofy, cartoon smile of yours. I'll come out in something skimpy with a try of lemonade. The boys'll pretend not to know us.

[She sighs dreamily and rests her cheek against his palm.] We'll convince everyone we're making meth and slaughtering virgins in the basement. Just like normal people.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

We'll be the subject of all the local gossip. I mean, who cares about infamy and making the papers when the suburbanites are all talking about that plunging neckline and those five inch spiked pumps you wore to the neighborhood barbecue.

...Do they have those in Canada? Aw hell, I'll throw one just to get this country with the times, already. There'll be maple syrup on hand to help with the transition and everything.