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[ 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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A duck is a duck is a duck, Jonathan. Unless it's a spade, in which case call it a spade, but always remark on the quality of the steel.

Or to put it in french, je suis comme je suis, so pay the Devil his due.

Proper credit for one's work is a hard thing to obtain, isn't it?

[There's a short pause.]

But people, ducks and spades are not always what they appear to be.

[And another.]

Now, I have my suspicions you don't like people to beat about the burning bush. Regardless of that, I'm happy to confess I still have the flamboyant urge for a grand spectacle, now and again.

And like it says in the idiom, Le spectacle doit continuer.

[ Lucifer snorts. What a phrase to use, considering. ] The show must go on? I must be the antithesis of "The show must go on", mustn't I?

Of course. But that line doesn't necessitate a referral to your celestial self. Should I refer to your satanic majesty, perhaps?

[Look at the non-believer discussing theology. Why, it's rebellious.]

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts. I would like to see how those playing their parts here cope with the unforeseeable and the unpredictable. Is that wrong?