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What appeared to be a techno remix of Santa Baby blasted over the sound system, while "Polly" began to strip. It was Christmas Eve inside SCP-2713, which meant the bizarreness was going to be stepped up a notch. Three unarmed agents stood near the door, scanning the crowd for potential threats. Two doctors with Foundation insignia on their badges sat at the bar observing the chaos around them.
Santa Baby의 테크노 리믹스 버전인 것 같아보이는 노래가 음향 시스템에서 울려퍼지는 동안, "폴리"는 스트립쇼를 시작했다. SCP-2713 안에서 보내는 크리스마스 이브였고, 즉 기묘한 정도가 한 단계 올라간다는 소리였다. 비무장 상태인 요원 3명이 문 근처에 서서 잠재적 위협을 찾아(다시 번역하기) 살피고 있었다.

"Man. Look at that stellar body," Doctor Cimmerian grinned at Doctor Foster as he spoke. Foster, for his part, let out an audible groan. Cimmerian kept his smile and motioned to the bartender. The man walked over and put another shot glass down, joining the 7 other full glasses to Cimmerian's right.
"저 '별'난 몸 좀 봐봐," 시메리안 박사는 그렇게 말하며 포스터 박사에서 웃음을 지어보였다. 포스터 본인은 앓는 소리를 냈다. 시메리안은 웃음을 잃지 않고 바텐더에게 손짓했다. 남자는 걸어와 샷을 한 잔 더 내려둬, 시메리안의 옆에 가득 차 있는 7잔에 합쳤다.

"You know, the point of having to buy a shot every time you make a terrible pun was to keep you from doing it," Foster shook his head and looked over at the bartender who stood over the pair with a questioning look on his face, "Oh uh, sorry, we're paying customers but we can't drink on duty,"
"저기, 끔찍한 개그를 할 때마다 샷 한 잔씩 사라는 건 그런 걸 하지말라는 의미였거든," 포스터는 고개를 저으며 의심쩍은 눈빛으로 둘을 쳐다보고 있는 바텐더에게 시선을 향했다. "어, 죄송합니다, 돈은 낼 건데, 근무 중에 음주하면 안 되거든요,"

The bartender nodded as though that explained everything and went back to wiping the bar.
바텐더는 다 알아들었다는 듯이 끄덕이고는 다시 바를 닦으러 갔다.

"You think he's worried about running out of glasses?" Cimmerian said, cocking his head to the side.
"바텐더가 잔이 떨어질까봐 걱정하고 있는 것 같아?" 시메리안은 그렇게 말하며 고개를 옆으로 세웠다.

"I don't know. This place has always confused the hell out of me. When it instituted a two drink minimum last year I stopped trying to figure it out," Foster played with the single glass in front of him.
"모르겠네. 여긴 항상 날 혼란스럽게 만들어. 작년에 two drink minimum를 도입한 뒤로는 뭔지 알아내려고 하는 것도 그만뒀고." 포스터는 앞에 놓인 한 잔을 가지고 놀고 있었다.

"This is one of the projects in your portfolio, I don't think you can do that," Cimmerian said, his smile returning.
"이건 다인 포트폴리오에 있는 프로젝트잖아요, 그럴 수 있다고 생각되지는 않네요," 시메리안은 그렇게 말하며 웃음을 되찾았다.

"It is in there, yeah," he said before looking back up, "But not by choice."
"거기에 있지, 물론," 그는 그렇게 말하고 뒤를 돌아보았다. "하지만 내가 결정한 게 아니야."

"Cause Malina knew your name."
"말리나가 자네 이름을 알았으니까."

Foster drew a sharp breath. "Yeah. What are you doing here anyway? Shouldn't the ethics liaison be at home with his family?"
포스터는 숨을 빠르게 들이마쉬었다. "그래. 자넨 그래서 여기서 뭐하나? 윤리위원회 연락책은 가족과 집에서 보내야하지 않나?"

"Don't have one," Cimmerian said with a shrug, "Plus they wanted someone with a decent clearance to keep an eye on you, just in case,"

"Oh? You feel comfortable telling me that?" Foster looked back down at his drink.

"I've looked at your file. If you were going to betray the Foundation you'd have done it a long time ago."

Both men let that hang above the conversation for a second, then another, and then one more before Foster broke the silence.

"You think she'll show up tonight?"

The omnipresent music ebbed for a moment, and the two Doctors looked at each other.

"She shows up every Christmas Eve."

"Polly" had finished her set, and, after collecting her discarded clothing, retreated behind the curtains. The PA system boomed, "Once again, put your hands together… for… BETH,"

The rest of the crowd rushed to the edge of the stage and looked up at the pole. The curtains moved, and the catcalls began from the crowd, but neither of the two doctors could see anything on stage at all. Every Christmas Eve, the biggest crowd would show up in 2713 all year, and every Christmas Eve the Foundation would observe an even stranger event. A performer named "Beth", that the Foundation could not see.

"You know they're just playing a joke on us about the Star of Bethlehem, right?" Foster said, before turning back to his glass, "We're not going to get any new information out of this place this year that we didn't get the first year it happened."

"Maybe," Cimmerian said, before grabbing one of his shot glasses and raising it into the air, "But I'll settle for the constellation prize."