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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voice;

[paterelohim]

[Nnngh.]

Why would you pick that day to talk to him? [Guess who supposedly doesn't know about the prayer. DX ] I thought you weren't into easy targets.

voice;

[checkoutpandora.livejournal.com]

He prayed and this? This is why people thank God for unanswered prayers. How the hell was I supposed to know he was on drugs? [...He did his research. And by research, I mean he watched the unfiltered feeds from that entry and had a working brain.]

voice;

[paterelohim]

Oh. He- [Tense sigh.]

Let me guess. He yelled at you for twenty minutes and it was a total shit-show.

voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[SO DRY] How'd you guess?

voice;

[paterelohim]

Well.

Thoughts?

voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Why does he think you're taking the fall for me? Last I heard, Lucifer was stalking you because you're a prophet and that makes him hot and bothered.

voice;

[paterelohim]

I don't know, I mean, all I told him was the situation and that someone had to tell Lucifer. I guess he interpreted that a lot worse than it is.

voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

It's Sam. He doesn't exactly have a hard-on for me.

voice;

[paterelohim]

Well Jesus, can you fucking blame him?

voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

You wrote Mystery Spot. Did you happen to get it from my perspective? That wasn't all sundaes and soda pop for me.

voice;

[paterelohim]

[Pause.]

Yeah, Gabriel. I know. I don't know if you know this, but I could write a dissertation about you.

That's not really my point.

voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

...I don't know whether that's flattering or creepy.

[LE SIGH] Then what, oh capricious one, is the point?

voice;

[paterelohim]

Ask the weirdos who sent me the visions.

[Lip bite.]

You're not drunk enough for this conversation, but sure.

What would you do if someone killed Lucifer in front of you?

voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I know why the kid's pissed at me, Chuck. That doesn't mean I didn't have a good reason for doing it. If he'd put two and two together, he would've figured that one out.

voice;

[paterelohim]

How many times, Gabriel? How many times would it take before you went completely batfuck insane and became just as obsessed with finding the son of a bitch and making him hurt as badly as you did?

He doesn't care if you had motivations.

Just- imagine. Lucifer. The way he used to be? Before- I don't know, before Hell? Just. Over and over and over, and you couldn't do anything about it. Seeing him die, hearing his screams and seeing the lights go out hundreds- thousands of times.

You put him in his own personal Hell. You're his Alastair. As long as he sees you that way, you gotta deal with his crazy.

voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[Long, long silence.

HE HATES IT WHEN PEOPLE ARE RIGHT. It sucks.

He'll be with you in a moment, he just has to sort his entire life out and repress like a boss.]

voice;

[paterelohim]

[Pause.]

Why don't you come on over?

voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Why not? You still owe me cotton candy vodka.

voice;

[paterelohim]

Oh, yeah. Yeah, cool. This is kind of a vodka conversation anyway, don't you think?

voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

...Yeah, Chuck. I think.

[BAM. ANGEL IN THE HOUSE... And rifling in the gifts for the vodka.] You should know, I think Sam's on drugs... and not the usual drugs. The other kind.

voice;

[paterelohim]

[Hanging up the NV now, thanks, and gesturing at the big cabinet right over there.]

That's the bar.

[Cough.] You- you mean, uh, street drugs? Like a normal person?

That's... unexpected. [He isn't the best liar in the world. Sam totally told him.]

voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I knew that. [He was testing you. Hello, cabinet. Lovely to meet you- ah, there's Mr. Vodka.] Well, he's definitely not picking the meth scabs off Lucifer for a demon blood buzz.

voice;

[paterelohim]

I- I don't even know what you're saying half the time.

But- uh, yeah. He...

Yep. [There's not the hell much you can say to that. Sam can't not be on drugs. They both saw the post. He is a Darkness tiger, indeed.]

voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Those are actually good odds. [He takes a swig straight from the bottle and then thrusts it at Chuck's chest. Pain is good for you, Chuck. Always.] Yeah, riding my ass was actually one of the saner things he did and that's saying something.

voice;

[paterelohim]

[Chuck takes the bottle out of- habit, really, then just sort of stares at it.]

Well, you know, by that criteria you could say that Dean's on drugs, too.

But. Man. I gotta wonder if Lucifer saw it, right?