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]

[There's a long, terrifying pause.]

Do you just have a bucket list of women I know you plan on ruining?

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[paterelohim]

[And an equally terrified answer ;; ]

N-No, no! I've never seen this happen before without someone being allergic to something. [Anna was PERFECTLY FINE okay and only as toasted as him and he made damn sure she had lots of water to drink]

I, um, don't think she's in- in- in any actual danger but I didn't know her stomach could hold that much.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE.

RIGHT BEHIND YOU.]

Where the hell is she?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Jinx? In the bathroom, on her knees, both hands grasping the toilet lid. She's coughing, a lot, because absinthe is about as bad coming up as it is going down. Judging from the contents of the toilet bowl, she wasn't even drinking on an empty stomach. Then again, judging from said vomit, she was eating tar. Black licorice is a powerful dye.

There are lines of eyeliner on her cheeks. She's not crying, puking just makes her eyes water. Okay, so the child looks miserable, and--well, there she goes again.]

[paterelohim]

[And about four half-full glasses of water are sitting in her immediate reach, because drunk Chuck has good intentions but gets distracted easily. He was trying to make up for the whole... catnip thing. Jinx wasn't too thrilled with him when he fessed up in a total bewildered rush, completely confused that it had such a strong effect on her. So. Penance.]

SHIT. Uh. [Hnnngh oh god holding onto the wall for a second for support while he points to the bathroom.] In the bathroom.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[And oh does he hear her puking, but he doesn't quite go in yet. He will let the sultry sound of his voice comfort her while he verbally bitchslaps Chuck.]

You've got five seconds to tell me what the hell you put in that drink before I forget I'm not Zachariah and I usually don't turn people inside out, because they made me angry. And I really don't wanna lose all this self-control cred I've built up, Chucky.

[paterelohim]

[He takes a second to thank Himself for his own drunk panic while cowering into the wall. No catnip in the apartment, no trace it was ever there or ever could have been there, not even to Gabriel.]

I-It was supposed to be licorice and lemon cause that's- her- her thing. It was- fuck, it was- limonc- lemon liqu- booze, lemon juice, and absinthe.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[There's a break in her puking, and instead of using it to breathe or drink some damn water, she instead decides to yell. Yelling solves everything.]

Kill him an' get it over with so you can pay attention to me, asshole!

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel leans down to give Chuck the benefit of his "I'M WATCHING YOU" gesture before... Poking his head in the bathroom to make sure she isn't going to lunge at him.]

I'd hate to get blood on his carpet- it's a loaner. You okay, babe?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[That girl shoots a look of death back at him. She's flushed, her hair is a rats nest tied messily back by a rubber band, her mouth is covered in...well, and her thighs are shaking. A lot.]

You want a gold fucking star for the stupidest question of the year?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Better question- are you gonna die? 'Cause I'm not packed for a trip into perdition to drag you back. And Castiel's not here to do it for me and do we really wanna work through all that red tape?

[He kneels down beside her and with the iron will of a man not afraid of anything and not easily disgusted wipes at the corner of her mouth with his thumb.]

Lemons and absinthe, huh?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Well, that softens her expression. A lot. Most charming man in the world right here. Staying by the toilet would be the smart thing to do, but she's drunk and, well, catnip. So, despite all logic, she puts her arms over Gabriel's shoulders, practically puts herself in his lap, clings to him, and buries her face against his neck.]

An' licorice an' salt an' some kinda leaves.

[She swallows hard, throat burning. Her thighs are still quivering and she's nuzzling the archangel's neck now.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel pulls her into his lap and cuddles her, tapping her back thoughtfully. Leaves. Chuck didn't mention any leaves.

After a second of consoling Jinx, he turns his head over his shoulders and calls out, ever so sweetly.]

Ohhh Chuck. Can I have a word with you?

j-just using this icon for the rest of the thread

[paterelohim]

MINT. [Just putting that out there. Chuck is literally the best liar in Creation and not afraid to use those skills.] Really shitty cheap mint, actually, that didn't taste like anything. [And now there's mint in the kitchen, stuffed into a drawer in the fridge.] Just as a garnish sort of thing.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[NARROWED EYES. These are the eyes of an archangel who... Cannot smell your lies. Damn you.] Here's an idea, pal. Next time you mix drinks? Don't buy wholesale.

[paterelohim]

[VIGOROUS NOD. You can practically hear the terrified "siryessir".]

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[Maybe Jinx is about to say that she didn't taste any mint, or mention something about the fact that she feels drugged. Really, she was going to say something. Too bad what she meant to say is lost when her throat seizes and she, well, pukes on her boyfriend. Right on his bad shirt. Not a whole lot of vomit, considering the only thing left in her stomach right now is blood and bile, but it's the thought that counts.]

I don' feel good....

[No shit.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[That earns Chuck another, "IF I FIND OUT OTHERWISE, I WILL END YOU SO EFFICIENTLY" glare before he sighs and moves back to console Jinx. Right. Mercy would probably have a field day ranting about this, but this time he's not soothing her bruised ego- she's legitimately sick. And lightweight or not, he's seen her drunk. This isn't normal for her.

He pets her head and shushes her gently.]

Think you can make it to the bed without puking up a kidney, princess?

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

No.

[At least she's an honest drunk.]

I don' wanna ever drink again. [Okay, so not completely honest.]

[paterelohim]

[If it helps, Chuck feels absolutely fucking horrible and somewhere in his fogged-over, molasses-slow drunk mind has vowed to sit her down and fess up the instant she's well and sober and away from Gabriel enough. And he'll offer up his firstborn (the human kind, thank you) (of this particular Chuck-shaped lifetime, thank you and hands off of Jesus Aslan) and his carotid and his soul in his groveling and confess that he honestly didn't think it would work, that he was just trying to be cheeky and poke some fun at the cat theme.

But that's later. Right now he's honestly worried, because he's seen people drunk and seen cats on catnip and seen people mix all kinds of drugs, and this doesn't seem normal. He emerges clumsily from the kitchen, mutely holding out a glass of cold (but not cold enough to shock her stomach) water with an almost pitifully meek look on his face.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel scoops her into his arms with another sigh, mindful to some extent of Chuck's worry and moves her to the couch as gently as he can, yanking a bowl off something to put down near her for her to puke in if the need arises. Why waste good illusions when you can just defile Chuck's dishes? That done, he takes the water from Chuck and offers it to her before pulling back to actually regard the prophet.]

Why do I have forty voicemail messages from you? [Because now is the PERFECT time to bring this up.]

[paterelohim]

[Oh man, so not the best time for this.]

Oh- that. I- I was trying to keep something from happening. I should know better.

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

[The moment she's set down on the couch, she rolls onto her side. She's never been this sick before, but she knows what to do when she drinks herself stupid. Drowning in her own vomit was not the way she was going to go. She takes the water from her boyfriend and doesn't drink it. Instead, with one arm hanging off the couch, she holds it loosely between her middle finger and thumb. A bit of it splashes on the floor. She rubs her cheek against the couch, readjusts her thighs, moves them again, rubs them together a little. This is very uncomfortable. She feels dizzy.]

You suck at whatever you we're trying to do.

[Obviously not too dizzy to not add such glowing compliments to the conversation.]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Gabriel lowers a hand to pet Jinx's hair as if she were a cat and just looks at Chuck with the most disturbed eyebrow quirk.]

So you sang "This is the Song That Never Ends" into my voicemail all night?

Yeah, you're completely sane. How could I ever doubt you. Jinx, d'you think the Joker would like a hobo for a cellmate?

[paterelohim]

Trust me, okay. Just- seriously. [TOTALLY SOBER YES and leaning against the couch to point uncertainly at Gabriel.] If I coulda prevented it- it would've been worth it. Okay? Fuck.