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[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.]]

[Text message]

Date: 2011-09-16 04:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vw-coyote.livejournal.com
... Why are there still triple fudge peppermint brownies in my fridge? And don't give me any excuse about learning manners. I know very well you pop in and out all the time to steal sweets.

Also have you seen my cat? Medea's disappeared again. Aphrodite and Mei are still around but she keeps getting out.

[Text message]

Date: 2011-09-16 06:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] painhumbles.livejournal.com
Steal sweets, hypnotize your roommate... Either/or. I was giving Anna some space.

...There's a lot of cats out there, Merce'. Someone coughed up a hairball in Greeland and now Madagascar's closing the ports.

[Text message]

Date: 2011-09-16 07:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vw-coyote.livejournal.com
Madagascar has always been reactionary. They're not a barometer by which to measure reality.

But there are brownies if you want them. Unless Anna ate them.

[Text message]

Date: 2011-09-17 04:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] painhumbles.livejournal.com
Those damn spazzy lemurs.

Oh c'mon. Aren't you even a little bit curious why Anna needs her space? I need some praise for this one. And my ego needs more attention than my stomach, although my stomach'll win out pretty soon. You're lacing those brownies with something, sweetness.

[Text message]

Date: 2011-09-17 12:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vw-coyote.livejournal.com
It's all the grooming, can't be good for anyone.

I will have you know, the only secret ingredient in my brownies is love... and rum extract.

I've never been good at ego stroking though. Comes from living around Victorian werewolves who still think of women as trophies.

[Text message]

Date: 2011-09-19 02:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] painhumbles.livejournal.com
Oh, that era. All child brides and women shutting their mouths and looking cute. How did you stand it?

[Text message]

Date: 2011-09-19 03:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vw-coyote.livejournal.com
None of them were from the Victorian era, they just acted like it. Me? I had an ugly, repainted, graffiti covered VW Rabbit on blocks that I would put out back of my place to spoil the Alpha's very, very pretty river view. Oh, and generally didn't ask his permission for anything. Annoyed the hell out of him.

[Text message]

Date: 2011-09-20 04:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] painhumbles.livejournal.com
And that, my friend, is exactly why we get along.

[Text message]

Date: 2011-09-20 07:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vw-coyote.livejournal.com
And here I thought it was just my brownies you loved. I'm touched.

[Text message]

Date: 2011-09-21 10:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vw-coyote.livejournal.com
I knew it was my brownies that kept you coming back.

[Text message]

Date: 2011-09-21 01:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] painhumbles.livejournal.com
Yeah, it's true. My heart may belong to another woman, but my stomach is all yours.

[Text message]

Date: 2011-09-21 01:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vw-coyote.livejournal.com
I'd rather just have the adoration. Viscera makes such a mess.

[Text message]

Date: 2011-09-22 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] painhumbles.livejournal.com
Got it. No organs.

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