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[angelfire]

[ Oh look, it's Lucifer. He's not in church for once, he's sitting in front of a fountain in Nonah, at night, kicking his heels, wearing an open black long-sleeved shirt over a red tee with an attractive pitchfork motif on it. ]

Happy birthday to me~ Happy birthday to me~ No, just kidding. It's not my birthday--it is, however almost the 29th of September--Michaelmas. [ He puts on a high pitched voice: ] "But Lucifer," I hear you ask, "I've never even heard of Michaelmas, it sounds like you made it up." "Rude" I reply. [ Lucifer narrows his eyes at the screen, as though actually giving a good telling off. ] "Michaelmas is the celebration of all the archangels, and an excuse to have a big party, a feast in fact, in their honor." Note that I say their honor and not ours. Oh yes, because on this day of feasting and celebration, everyone is invited except for me. That's not very polite, right? I mean, I was once revered, invaluable; the success of many of Heaven's battles pivoted on my contribution.

So I'm feeling a little left out. No more. Not this time. This time I'm going to be the one throwing the biggest party, making the biggest noise, celebrating my brothers and myself. The church will be open to only imPort visitors, starting at eight and running through the evening. There's going to be feasting, music, dancing, alcohol--all of it free. [ He waves a hand. ] Travel between Heropa to Miami will be included, of course. I'll schedule a coach or something.

I know what you're thinking. I'm not going to any party that the devil is throwing, but hey, it's archangel day, and I will - quite literally - be on my best behaviour. The party, though? Hell warmed up. You know that sounds amazing, right? If that's not tempting enough, then I'm throwing in one more treat. For one day only, visitors can ask one of two things: one truth, about anything, or one insight, about themselves. Awesome, right?

Come on, you know you want to. Oh--oh, by the way, if you see any of my carolers out and about, be nice to them. That's all I have to say. [ Except... ] Congrats on catching Crane, by the way.

[ ooc: a log will be going up tomorrow, the ooc post is here. ]

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[restingstitchface]

[Wow. You threw a party and didn't invite him?

He's touched. One might not even hear the cynicism in his voice.]

Thank you for explaining the Feast of the Archangels for the masses. Most of whom would have struggled to comprehend they're capable of opening their web browsers.

[Googling is hard and he just said you're all dumb.]

[angelfire]

[ Hush you, you'll get your party. And Christmas wishes too. ]

Sad but true. I'm only sorry you won't be able to make it.

[ The note of his voice changes. ] Are your prison guards listening in? Do say yes.

[restingstitchface]

[Crane's tone doesn't change, but there's a slight pause as he reconsiders the question.]

Well, I cannot say no. Lying is a sin, after all.

But I will say my jailers are not the only ones eavesdropping on this conversation.

[Another short pause.]

All those listening to our chat need to hear gossip. They tell themselves it brings no negative consequence, and so they relish using it to hurt others to feel better about themselves. It's quite awful.

[angelfire]

Well, let them listen. They enjoy it, it gives them something to do while they're sipping their Starbucks.

[ Lucifer sounds very cheerful about the whole thing. He's certainly not planning to conceal the fact that he and Crane are on speaking terms, considering he sheltered him before. ]

What shall we talk about to get their panties bunched? How are they treating you?

[restingstitchface]

I'd love to tell you that they're treating me with ignorance and disrespect, but you'll hear no complaints here. The library is exceptional and the cuisine reminds me of home.

[Crane's soft voice belies his impolite disdain.

He's not going to elaborate further on the home he speaks of. Arkham or Georgia? That's the question, here.]

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[whathawksdo]

But Lucifer, I've never heard of Michaelmas, it sounds like you made it up.

[ Deadpan the whole way through.

Is she going to sass the devil? Of course she's going to sass the devil. Poor life choices are her specialty. ]

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[angelfire]

Well then, let me counter--if I made it up, why wouldn't I name it after myself?

[ Please sass him, it entertains him immensely. ]

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[whathawksdo]

[ At least that makes two of them. ]

To throw off anyone who might claim you made it up, of course! Brilliant move, I admit.

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[angelfire]

Well, if you're going to admit I'm brilliant...

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[textualhealing]

Maybe they didn't invite you because you're literally the devil.

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[angelfire]

No, no, no. Rude, Jeff. This is like the family outing where there's one spot left in the car, and instead of taking me they take the dog.

You're the dog, by the way.

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[textualhealing]

But I've never been invited either.

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[angelfire]

No. You're very much along for the ride whether you like it or not.

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[bonsoiree]

I, for one, thing it is an excellent idea. Do you require a chef?

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[angelfire]

Can you cook for me on such short notice? Hannibal, it would be my absolute pleasure.

But not common catering, surely. Something more exclusive, more personal. With very sharp knives. Does anything come to mind?

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[dontforgetpie]

[He knows, really, that he shouldn't touch this with a 500 foot pole. But he kind of wants to see if he can get under the devil's skin a little. Let him know that there's at least one still Winchester kicking around who's got an eye on him.

Dean raises an eyebrow skeptically.]

Be nice to your carolers? Worried they can't handle themselves?

[And the rest of that he'll just.... Ignore for now. Make a mental note to swing by the party and see if he needs to do some damage control or create some damage]

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[angelfire]

[ Well, look at that. It's the man of the hour. If Michael can't make it to his own celebration, then who better than the one that turned him down?

But that doesn't come up in conversation. Instead he leans forward, studying every inch of Dean Winchester hawkishly. ]

Be nice to them, because it's the decent, human thing to do.

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[dontforgetpie]

[Oh, he'll be there, but why give warning when he can just show up and crash the party anytime?

Dean presses his mouth into a line, narrowing his eyes in mock consideration.]

You know, I'd almost buy that if I thought any of your little carolers were decent humans. Or, hey. I'd even take just the human part.

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[angelfire]

Now, that's just hypocritical coming from you. So they sing a little praise for Satan, it's not like they're going round stabbing people in the throat and calling it 'mistaken identity.'

"It's not my fault, Ma, the mean ol' Horseman made me do it."

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[buildsfriends]

OH my name is Michael!! Can I come to the party too?

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[angelfire]

I don't see why not. So long as you don't mind wearing strap on wings.

[ He says, like they won't be handing them out at the door.

Because this could have so easily turned into a conversation about how popular a boy's name Michael is. ]

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[buildsfriends]

Are they real wings? Because that sounds messy and I'm not very good with birds.

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[angelfire]

[ Cheerfully Lucifer lifts up a pair of wings seemingly from off screen. He gives them a little wave at the camera. ]

One size fits all.

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[enustari]

Oh Lucy, you don't know what I'm thinking at all. [She smiles. An excuse to visit the devil's lair without sitting through one of his undoubtedly tedious sermons and a free question to boot? There's no question she'll be there. Maybe she'll even turn up some new information for Graham.] I couldn't possibly miss it.

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[angelfire]

Well then, color me surprised. I wouldn't miss your company for the world, Elsa.

[ Silly. Will Graham should do his own stalking if he's interested. Come for the endless free booze instead. ]