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

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[paterelohim]

Belay this foolishness, Gabriel. For the love of mother and child, snap to and answer yer blasted contraption like a man.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Seriously? You're really doin' this? Could you be any more o' a nerd?

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[paterelohim]

If ye be hearin' yerself ye'd have no room fer the pointin' of fingers, ye feather-brained nancy.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

'tis th' damn network, yarr skirt-wearin' addle-brained limpet. I be jus' goin' wit' th' flow. I got a hunch ye do this every year.

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[paterelohim]

Ah, but th' nerdiness in me heart is o'ershadowed by the laziness in me limbs. I ne'er can follow through. The drinkin' o' rum be all the honoring I got in me.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

And how's that going for ye? Hard to be tellin' right now. Everyone sounds drunk when they be talkin' like this.

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[paterelohim]

I took meself out to lay hands on th' most piratey rum me gold could buy. 'Tis a rare pleasure and all th' better fer seein' the network trippin' over its skirts.

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[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Piratey, aye? Be that t' official term?