01 | anonymous text/untraceable | sunday morning

[thefourteenth]

Hello, Siren's Port. I come before you with a desperate plea.

[Visser One is no fool. First she takes a few hours to scan the networks and sort through enormous amounts of archived data. What she finds is interesting: evidence of Earth mythological figures, inhuman creatures proudly identifying as alien. People obviously from worlds far more advanced than Earth.

Still, she chooses anonymity. No sense in publicly humbling herself and exposing her Achilles Heel.]

I am a new arrival to this world in serious need of help. My species needs a certain kind of sustenance that we can't find outside of our home world.

I need help, or I will die.

I need someone with highly advanced technological capabilities to help me. Fortunately, I have the means to feed myself temporarily, which you can adapt for your purposes in creating a larger generator. Without it, I will starve to death painfully within a week.

Please, I beg you. Compensation will be given in whatever manner I'm capable, once I can concentrate on anything other than survival. I assure you, I am far from helpless, and will pay my debt in full. Anyone who chooses to assure my long-term survival stands to gain much from the bargain.

Comments

[thefourteenth]

Promises to repay a life-saving favor aren't creepy proclamations, child. You ought to learn about the basics of negotiation.

[doeswhathewants]

Needing sustenance sounds creepy. Like the vampires here. Do you eat human brains? Or perhaps hearts? I have neither, so I'm disinclined to believe myself threatened. Come now, you may tell Loki. I am good at keeping secrets.

[thefourteenth]

I eat food, you idiot.

[doeswhathewants]

What kind of food?

[thefourteenth]

The kind people sell. That would only include brains or hearts if I had to for survival or to not offend a host.

[Jeez, she couldn't refuse brains if someone served it to her. That would be rude. :c]

[doeswhathewants]

Then what is this sustenance you beg aide in ah... acquiring ?

[thefourteenth]

Something additional my species needs to live.

Think of the difference in humans between food and water, or food and candy. If a human was dumped in a dimension that only had Altoids, or had plentiful food but no water, they would be in trouble. The fact that they could eat what was there wouldn't matter. Even if they needed and felt nourished by the food, it wouldn't make a difference. They'd still be without water.

[doeswhathewants]

Then what is it you need, exactly?

Altoids. Those chalky mints that smell like the inside of an old mortal woman's handbag?

[thefourteenth]

It doesn't matter to you. It's being taken care of.

Yes. The obnoxiously strong peppermints.

[doeswhathewants]

Mm. Another glaring red X in the suspicious column, you realize. Secrets do not make friends!

[thefourteenth]

If you had a unique vulnerability, would you broadcast it to the entire population of a strange dimension you were just abducted into? Would you share every detail of your private business, stupid child?

[doeswhathewants]

Rude.

You certainly will not win friends and influence people with that attitude.

[thefourteenth]

You're being nosy and suspicious for no reason.

[doeswhathewants]

Am I? Am I?

[thefourteenth]

[Okay, she's hanging up now.

Idiot.]