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[ Characters who have listed addresses will have received, some time in the past week, an invitation in the post that reads "You are cordially invited to attend the Very ImPortant New Year's Eve Show, a televised extravaganza supporting the Society for Institutional Safety". It mentions a studio lot in De Chima where the party will be held, the free food and alcohol that will be available, and a request for volunteers to man the telephones and take donations. There is no mention of Lucifer on the invitation.

Fast forward to today. The first few bars of "Santa Baby", the Christmas cover by Dorian Grey and the Hedonists, plays to darkness as the advert begins. The singing begins, and now there are clips of delighted children opening presents, and a warm scene of a family sitting around a fire, and then a few seconds of a silver angel perched on top of a Christmas tree, lights twinkling. It's all very homely and sentimental, and then Lucifer appears. He's sat in what seems like the same warm, well lit room, the reflection of the firelight on his face. ]

Ah, Christmas. That time of the year where parents the world over are forced to sit through half-assed reproductions of the birth of Christ, and everyone else tries to pretend they care about the spirit of giving crap and not the fact that they desperately want the latest console or phone. Santa Claus is, believe it or not, bigger than God. I mean, look at the guy - literally bigger - but then people stopped feeding God their fattened lambs thousands of years ago, it's no wonder he's lost a few pounds.

Anyway, I'm Lucifer. [ He touches his chest. ] Satan. The Morning Star. And I may be everything that the Bible says I am, but for once, I come bearing gifts. To introduce you to a brand new Year of Our Lord, our network has agreed to host an extra special edition of ImPortant!--A Very ImPortant New Years Show! We'll have all sorts of guests, clips from Winger Man and other imPort shows, and an extra special musical performance by Dorian Grey, all to raise money for the Society for Institutional Safety.

Now, isn't that just the perfect spirit of-- [ Lucifer trails off. One of the small children in his chosen poster family has come trotting over with a toy train, which he proceeds to drive across Lucifer's forehead before running around the back of the couch. For a moment the archangel is very still - almost calm before the apocalypse still, his eyes hanging closed - before his eyes slit open again, leaving a kind of serene-but-lethal calm in place. ] ..."good will to all Men"?

[ The clip closes with a flash of the title card of ImPortant! with "A Very" and "New Year's Show!" written above and below the title. The image of Lucifer in his throne on the left hand side of the image is now augmented with tinsel, glittery angel wings and a silver halo. The crap he does for his ratings. This clip may be reposted to the network by Lucifer, but it's also all over the ads on regular TV, exhaustively repeated Please see the OOC post for more details!]

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It'll be worth it alone just to hear the band!

You're not serious.

[ They are letting children near Lucifer? What in God's name is wrong with these people. ]

I'd jinx you and insist that you don't lose your voice before New Year's, but we can always fix that if it happens. Magic goes both ways, after all.

About the "Good Will to All Men" thing, Athos? Passingly.

[ Don't be rude, he's excellent with kids.

He always makes sure that they go first. ]

Immortality, remember? I don't get laryngitis to begin with.

Who allowed this? You, of all people, should not be allowed near children.

A true curse wouldn't care how immortal you are. We simply shouldn't encourage anything like that.

[ Look, there are people out there who would be that petty, Dorian. He has enemies that he's never even out and out threatened, and everything. ]

[ Dorian can't help but siiiiigh, a very petulant sigh. ]

Oh, if you insist.

Me, of all people? That's quite the assertion to make, Athos, my love. For you. I'm not the one who's carrying a concealed weapon. Actually--actually that's not true, but mine is better concealed than yours.

A telethon? Really?

There. Now, don't you feel better now the perils of Fate aren't standing against you?

The Devil doing the Devil's work? Say it isn't so, Miss Harvelle.

And good to see you, I have to say. You're looking well.

I do not hide my weapons, Sir. Every man, woman, or child may see them. But it is so that I am better equipped to defend their right to safety.

[ One day, Lucifer will be close enough to Athos that his blade can touch his throat. That day will be a good one. ]

And that's exactly what SINS is trying to achieve, Athos; the safety of every man, woman and child. Against Russian invasion, against disgruntled workers, against us. It's a very worthwhile cause.

[ Swordfight on live TV with an archangel? It could happen. ]

I've always got something stacked against me.

Safety under your rule, is it?

[ Athos scoffs, his eyebrows drawing together. ]

How stupid these people must be to allow you this power. Of course, I would not let it go to your head. There will be people to watch you.

Oh, Dorian. Life is so hard isn't it?

No, no. You misunderstand, Athos. We're raising money for the foundation, but it has absolutely nothing to do with me, short of the fact that it's the charity the network chose.

I'm just the star of the show...the ringmaster, as it were. Bringing the acts together, announcing them, making sure we run on time.

Isn't it, though? [ said with a little laugh. ] Especially when you're me.

Where they drunk? Drugged? Bleeding to death?

[ Athos can't believe this. If he were a different man, he'd be swearing profusely. ] Who would believe you were the right man for the job?

Starstruck, perhaps. I am an icon, after all. Anything that gets my face on TV Weekly.

[ Do they know nothing? ]

You should curb any plots you might have. For I plan to be there. I will make sure you are on your best behaviour, or you'll have my sword through your spine.

To say the least. But not everyone can have a face that weathers better than St Bernadette's, and a voice to match it in beauty. You're a rock star, Dorian; not many people get to make that claim even once in their short lives, nor would they, no matter how many times they lived them.

Flattery will get you nowhere! [ said with a small little laugh, and a shake of his head. ] Saint Cecelia, eat your heart out.

But you're right. I am a rock star. And, unlike some people here, I'm going to take advantage of that.

Cute kid.

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