Janella "Nevver" McCallagher was sleeping, as usual, when her comm started to chirp. To her though, it wasn't as much of a chirp as it was a squawk at that particular moment as she awoke from her slumber. "H'lo?" she mumbled.
The reply on the other end of the signal was the high-pitched cooing and squeaking of a Leet. Still dazed, Nevver replied with, "What's that? Little Timmy fell into the well?"
There was more chirping coming from the comm. Even though she couldn't comprehend the language, the tone of the squeaks was unmistakable. "Missmaul? You're speaking in Leet. I can't understand a chirp that you're saying."
There were more frantic squeaks on the line followed by, "Nebber!!! I'm permaleet! I need help!"
Having been awake for only a few seconds and not wanting to confront anything that interfered with her cocoon of sheets and quilts, Nevver sighed. "Leet is not permanent, Meeshmowr." She was well aware of Missmaul's affinity with Leets and fondness for pepperoni pizza and other things that one shouldn't eat before going to sleep at night. So, she figured that Missmaul must have had a strange dream and was still half awake, imagining the whole thing.
"Grrr! Nebber!!! I'm serious!!! I didn't do this to myself! I woke up as a Leet this morning and I'm not running Pronouncement of Greatness! I need a Doctor or someone who can get me out of this!"
Nevver began to realize that Missmaul really was being serious.
"Okay. Let me get some names for you, then I'll come over and we'll see about getting you to a doctor and back to normal. Hold on a second."
Nevver slipped out of her warm sheets and shivered in the cool, fall air that had crept into her bedroom during the night. She enjoyed the feeling of the chilly air against her face as she walked over to her desk, and did a quick search of her contacts before returning to sit on her bed and address the comm on the night stand.
"Okay, Meesh, here are some names. I want you to try and contact one of them while I take a quick shower. I'll be over in a little while. Try Aleny, Trepdor, Docouting or...," Nevver hesitated, "Holliander. That last one is very talented, but she's... unconventional."
The reply was a series of happy chirping and cooing followed by, "Thank you, Nebber! Now hurry! I have tomato sauce all over my face from a slice of pizza I tried to eat and have no arms to use a napkin so I need you to wipe it!"
Nevver grinned and laughed with good nature, "You're one in a million, Meeshmowr!"
With that, she said "goodbye" and headed off to her bathroom to take her shower.