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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voicemail;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel doesn't even bother with the pleasantries when he calls back.] I gotta hand it to you, babe. You sure know how to pick a date. You're getting a real dinner next week. I'll even tip.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

I'm a genius and I'd better. I know just the place, too. I wanna watch you try to use chopsticks.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Oh good. We're going foreign. Some little place where no one can pronounce your name and no one knows what's really in the Mongolian pork?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Guess again. They can sort of pronounce my name, yours is going to be the hilarious one, and the table's going to be covered in so much raw fish you'll gag.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

They better serve those little riceball things to compensate for my offended nose.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

They do. And they're filled with redbean paste. It's like chocolate, but better.

[A hum.] There's also a private backroom.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

And I bet it's not used for what we'll be using it for, hm?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

What? We'll just be eating sushi.

[A pause.] Totally unintended. Take that no further.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Aww. And I had a few good ones all lined up for that.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

You're horrible.