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Nov. 25th, 2023 05:42 pm"That's a really wild premise," said Dahl. "What gave you the idea in the first place?"
"Well," said Jenkins, "there were a lot of clues. But I think that what really made everything crystallize for me was the trip where everyone was singing."
"Singing?" asked Duvall.
"Singing. We were on a routine trip to ferry a diplomat to a conference, when we got a call diverting us to a research station. And, like, a minute after the call ended, Captain Abernathy started singing about what he thought might happen there. Q'eeng and Kerensky joined in, in kind of harmony, and the rest of the people on the bridge did a chorus. Then they did a little dance, and then everyone settled back into their routine. None of them seemed to notice it was odd or remember what happened."
They all stared at Jenkins. Finally, Duvall said, "Singing. And dancing."
"All through that trip. Every time something notable happened, whatever senior officers were present sang a song. They all somehow knew the words and music. Well, the words, at least. I'm not sure if they all knew the music. Abernathy sounded terrible, and Q'eeng was... words fail me. His people make beautiful music. He doesn't. Anyway, we got to the station, we found out that the monsters' birthdays were messed up by the local leap year, there was one last big musical number, and we never had anything like that happen again."
"And you figured from this that the ship and crew were under the supernatural control of something that liked occasional bits of musical theater," Dahl said.
"It had to be something like that, yes," said Jenkins.
"Well," said Jenkins, "there were a lot of clues. But I think that what really made everything crystallize for me was the trip where everyone was singing."
"Singing?" asked Duvall.
"Singing. We were on a routine trip to ferry a diplomat to a conference, when we got a call diverting us to a research station. And, like, a minute after the call ended, Captain Abernathy started singing about what he thought might happen there. Q'eeng and Kerensky joined in, in kind of harmony, and the rest of the people on the bridge did a chorus. Then they did a little dance, and then everyone settled back into their routine. None of them seemed to notice it was odd or remember what happened."
They all stared at Jenkins. Finally, Duvall said, "Singing. And dancing."
"All through that trip. Every time something notable happened, whatever senior officers were present sang a song. They all somehow knew the words and music. Well, the words, at least. I'm not sure if they all knew the music. Abernathy sounded terrible, and Q'eeng was... words fail me. His people make beautiful music. He doesn't. Anyway, we got to the station, we found out that the monsters' birthdays were messed up by the local leap year, there was one last big musical number, and we never had anything like that happen again."
"And you figured from this that the ship and crew were under the supernatural control of something that liked occasional bits of musical theater," Dahl said.
"It had to be something like that, yes," said Jenkins.