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]

Well, it is about time we had a sex tape....

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Will you wear the mustache?

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[.....The most awkward pause in the history of ever.]

Sure. Why not?

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

What? Is only one of us allowed to be adventurous with our sex life?

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

'Course not. You think you can handle screwing up a few takes because it's tickling you?

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Looking forward to it.

Now. How many penises before it's considered excessive?

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Does it even count if it's the same one repeated? I mean, that's just art.

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

I guess we'll find out.

There'd better be a lot of closeups on my new boobs. They're so...bouncy.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

...You got a-

[...Duh, Gabriel.]

Oh right. That. ...I'm still in the transitional period.

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

Are you seriously paying more attention to my stomach than you are my boobs?

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Your boobs don't have anything alive inside them.

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

I'm breaking up with you. Screw the house I just bought. I'm going to go be a single mom in a penthouse suite somewhere living off child support.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Easy, babe. You're turning into a Gilmore girl on me. [Wait... What?] ...You got a house? Already? That sad little apartment's getting the boot?

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

I told you I found the one.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

It kinda got buried under the "Oh, by the way, I'm pregnant" revelation.

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

We'll be moving in a few days. Get with the program.

[With quiet excitement:] ...it's the older house in Sector 4. The one with the blue room that I thought would make a perfect nursery.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

And the Pop Stars you call brothers still have to share a room, right? Can we use the kid as an excuse to make them share a bed? "Sorry. Saving up for a trust fund."

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

There's four bedrooms.

[A pause.] I'm quarantining them to the one in the attic.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Like I don't know how you think. [SMUG]

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

I think I'll turn the third bedroom into an art room. I'm so tired of my clothes smelling like paint all the time.

We should also buy a new couch. You know, one that no one's died on.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

We could pawn off the old one. I'm sure there's some desperate person we hate that needs a couch that smells like sex and death.

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

...think Tommy boy needs s couch?

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Which one's he again?

call;

[hexyoutotuesday.livejournal.com]

The one who made it smell like murder in the first place.

call;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I like to think the fact that he brought us together gives him a free pass.