001 (Voice)

[uberboned]

[While the Winchesters are away, the Tricksters will play, apparently. THE BARGE HAS TIMING. :| Hope your ears love the sultry sound of loud-mouthed demigods/archangels with slight southern drawls, residents of the Barge, because that's what you're getting. And there is nothing in the tone of this that does not scream SNARK.]

GOOD MORNIN', VIET-NAM.

Or afternoon. Or, for all I know, half-past midnight. I don't believe in clocks. Anyway. 

Hi! I'm the newest sherrif on this Love Boat. One of you lucky sons of bitches will eventually be mine to mold into whatever amounts to a productive, functional member of society. Lucky you! For the rest of you, juuust get used to the sound of this voice, kids, 'cause you're gonna be hearing a lot of it. 

I could go on, tell you all a few things about me, and we can all have a nice, little sharing circle, buuuut I'm not that kinda guy. Sorry. A man's gotta have a little mystery about him. In this case, a lot. 

But, hey, I'm here for all you losers. That's the deal I made and I live up to my deals. Think of me as your own personal pagan deity. So if you really need and/or want me, look me up sometime. It's Trickster, comma, the. Thank you and good night. 

Comments

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Guilty. From the looks of the backlog, you guys are short on entertaining here lately, though. I'm what happens when you tempt fate.

[You can practically tell he's rolling his eyes from his tone.] 'Course I swore I'd play nice and I will. Really and truly. Warden reputation to uphold and all that. [Mostly. Lalalala.]

Nice to meetcha. Guess I'll be seein' you around. Bet I can find plenty of reasons to drink in a place like this.

[theoriginalbamf.livejournal.com]

[laughs softly] Oh, I hear it gets very interesting every few weeks.

Oh, really? Already I like you better than the other Tricksters I've met. Are you the 'Just Desserts' sort?

Ja, as I don't have an inmate yet, and this free-time business makes me fidgety, I commandeered the pub. It seems all the crew vanished. So, we're on our own. Can't leave a pub to go fallow. That's alcohol abuse.

[groooooooooan]

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Guilty again. Only reason they'd let a guy like me be someone's keeper. Scaring people straight's my job. Figure I can stand to get something out of it beyond my own amusement.

[He might be cackling. His sense of humor is, obviously, suspect.] Well, if the Wardens are running the asylum, might as well make somethin' of it. Meanwhile, I'm just gonna take advantage of the downtime and see what I can shake up.