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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Siren's Port w/e w/e

[family-remains.livejournal.com]

[VERY URGENT CALL OK 8| PICK UP]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Something better be on fire, Sam.

[family-remains.livejournal.com]

[HNNNGH FUCK YOU SO MUCH AL THE TIME.]

It's Dean. I think he took some of those pills. Those hallucinogens. The bad ones..and he's missing.

He's not picking up his phone and no one has seen him. I-

[Can you tell he's freaking out? Because this boy is about to shit himself.]

I didn't know who else to call.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

....You mean the ones Crowley got into?

[Can you hear that thud? That would be Gabriel's head meeting a desk.] Sonuva-

[Okay, he's good.]

Okay. Fine. I'll find your tripped out brother and when I find his tripped out ass, be sure to thank me for letting you experience the joys of being on the other side of the detox.

[family-remains.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I mean it.

And if he's hurt...take him to the hospital. Okay?

[A quick after thought.]

Oh- uh. Look... I'd really appreciate it if you didn't say anything about this to anyone.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

I was planning on just dumping him at a rehab center with fifty bucks and your phone number pinned to his jacket, but that works too.

[family-remains.livejournal.com]

[Gee,] Thanks.