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

Call

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

If only you were going through your "suggestive marketing" phase at the same time- you'd be rich.

I think I could definitely go for some pastries.

Call

[thelittlestbub.livejournal.com]

See, if only I'd been more ruthless when I was five instead of trying to whine my way out of gymnastics. Too bad I just didn't have any motivation at all.

So, Sunday afternoon. You, me, a bakery, an hour or so of someone not wanting to eat your face and a couple beers. Whatcha say?

Call

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I say that my sweet tooth thanks you and my face is pretty grateful too, kiddo.

Call

[thelittlestbub.livejournal.com]

Aww. It's just all part of my adorableness, really. I'll meet you at this address [rattles it off] say at 2 on Sunday?

[Handwave okay? Basically, I had in mind: sweets, snark, possibly her telling him that he's a very silly angel who should be more careful, more sweets and snark?]

Call

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

You got it.

[TOTALLY FINE. AND BAAAW JUBES. You're so good to him.]

Call

[thelittlestbub.livejournal.com]

See ya then, Gabe! [click.]

[SHE TRIES OKAY? She knows what it is to screw up horribly and be contrite after the fact. And pastries fix everything. <3]