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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[Action]

[uberboned]

[AND SO HE DOES. At least angels don't typically look haggard, even when they're anxious as all hell.]

So what's the story, Morning Glory?

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[vw_coyote]

[And so she whips around with a spatula in her hand ready to defend the cookiesherself. She clutches the sheep necklace, panting and trying really hard not to have a panic attack.

So, someone to share your anxiety.]

I needed cookies for a change and thought you might too.

[Because, man does she.]

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[uberboned]

[Gabriel raises an eyebrow at her.] Jumpy, huh? What's got your fur in a bunch?

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[vw_coyote]

[She snorts and turns back to getting cookies off the sheet.]

Whatever happened the other night. I spent it under Anna's bed.

[So, what happened Gabe?]

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[uberboned]

[I'll take "Play Dumb" for $200, Alex.]

You tell me. I didn't get into anything. [But, well, Michael...]

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[vw_coyote]

[Half the reason they get along so well is that Mercy just doesn't question. asking questions makes you have to admit to ignorance, something you don't want to do around Fae. The other half is, of course, her baking.]

Big magic. Woke me out of a sound sleep.

[Shrug.]

Smelled like something familiar; thought it might be you. Here, have cookies. There's Reddi Whip on the door of the fridge.

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[uberboned]

It was Michael. [Gabriel admits it with little trepidation, simply because if she knows that much, there's no sense in being stupid about that part. He picks up a gooey cookie, unfazed by how hot it is and plops it into his mouth.] He got ticked off, leveled something. I heard it was for a good cause, so hopefully we can avoid the pitchfork bullshit.

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[vw_coyote]

[An unconscious action, but she touches the sheep again. She can't help it.]

Is it over?

[Not are you okay - you're obviously not; nothing but 'is it over' because if she's going to be spending nights under Anna's bed, she wants to know.]

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[uberboned]

It's over. [As far as he knows, anyway.]

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[vw_coyote]

[Deep breath, relax. She puts the next tray into the oven and pulls out the reddi whip. She makes a reddi whip sandwich, sprinkles it with mini chocolate morsels and hands it to Gabe before making one herself.]

Good. Now, about your wedding...

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[uberboned]

[He accepts the cookie and starts licking the edges of the whipped topping off the sandwich.] What about it?

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[vw_coyote]

Have you settled on a date yet? And do you want me wearing a fur coat or not? I'll be honest, if demons are going to be around, a fur coat is a lot more comfortable to me.

[Not that she wouldn't go. Hell no. No one can keep her away. But. She has this thing about demons. Bad experiences back home.]

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[uberboned]

Around July, but I figure the scorcher's not gonna be a problem. If you want the fur, we'll get you a little bow.

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[vw_coyote]

If weather was a problem, I'd think you'd make it not a problem.

[See the faith she has in you?]

Well, since I've got time, I can go looking for a pretty leash and collar, and then Anna can tie on the bow for me.

[She's... serious.]