"It's always the ho-ho-holidays at the Christmas History Museum!" a disconcertingly cheerful voice announces, as the strange melody finally resolves itself into 'Joy to the World', if that particular carol was being played at a nightclub foam party in a warehouse in the nineties. Ianto's sure he's danced to a cover like this before. The image clears too, the resolution improving, what looked like compression artefacts now gently falling snow. "Join our Christmas elves for their never-ending celebration as they pay tribute to their Old God!"
The image changes to a bare tree, surrounded by floating lights, with flashing arrows pointing toward the tree. Ianto hesitates for a short moment before reaching out to 'place' one of the strings on the tree, drawing his hand away quickly when the tree bursts into flames. "Check out our interactive exhibits! Confess your sins to the North Pole! Use our holographic simulators to deck your very own personal hell!"
The image changes frenetically between two people doing a lot more than kissing under mistletoe, a disembodied hand writing what at first glance appears to be a wish list, and people ice skating. "Discounts available for children! Safety not guaranteed!"
The advertisement ends with a series of numbers that could be a phone number or maybe ticket prices, but it bursts into fireworks too quickly for Ianto to ask. The explosions shutter and retreat back into the projector and the music cuts out, and into the ringing silence, Ianto protests in awe, "That wasn't me."
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"It's always the ho-ho-holidays at the Christmas History Museum!" a disconcertingly cheerful voice announces, as the strange melody finally resolves itself into 'Joy to the World', if that particular carol was being played at a nightclub foam party in a warehouse in the nineties. Ianto's sure he's danced to a cover like this before. The image clears too, the resolution improving, what looked like compression artefacts now gently falling snow. "Join our Christmas elves for their never-ending celebration as they pay tribute to their Old God!"
The image changes to a bare tree, surrounded by floating lights, with flashing arrows pointing toward the tree. Ianto hesitates for a short moment before reaching out to 'place' one of the strings on the tree, drawing his hand away quickly when the tree bursts into flames. "Check out our interactive exhibits! Confess your sins to the North Pole! Use our holographic simulators to deck your very own personal hell!"
The image changes frenetically between two people doing a lot more than kissing under mistletoe, a disembodied hand writing what at first glance appears to be a wish list, and people ice skating. "Discounts available for children! Safety not guaranteed!"
The advertisement ends with a series of numbers that could be a phone number or maybe ticket prices, but it bursts into fireworks too quickly for Ianto to ask. The explosions shutter and retreat back into the projector and the music cuts out, and into the ringing silence, Ianto protests in awe, "That wasn't me."