[ TEXT ] SENDING OUT AN S.O.S. TO THE WORLD

[goddamngrenades]

Quick Check in for Members of Project Freelancer, the UNSC, and our mutual associates- or anyone that wants to get word out about themselves having changed or not changed or...whatever. Has questions? This is Agent York and Delta, so far we're unaffected by this time ripple thing. Connie, North, Wash, Grif, Chief, Theta, Cortana, Locus, Azucar, Parker, Pidge, Fareeha, Amélie - and anyone else I'm forgetting, shoot me a text back, alright?

I'll deliver pancakes and blankets or other care package items if needed. If you'd rather come talk in person swing by my habitat, I'll be hanging in the bar. Directions are below. Also, Jason- buddy? Swing by, I feel like I owe you a beer.

[ In neat green lines there's a little holographic map showing how to get to York's dive bar from the recipient's current location, wherever they might be. ]

Specific refreshments are available upon request.

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[nofortunateson]

I don't think North is coming.

[goddamngrenades]

Why would that be? Is he injured?

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[steelandtemper]

I'm fine.

[Pissed about her fellow Legionnaires having their heads up their asses, but fine.]

The Chief's fine, too. If that changes, I'll take care of him.

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[goddamngrenades]

Could you gimme a ping if that changes- and ask him to give us a heads up if you shift on your personal timeline? I've got plans to do the same via Delta if I go weird.

I'm trying to chart this shit out and it's already a headache.

[kingtyrantranger]

I learned a long time ago never to turn down a free beer.

[goddamngrenades]

I got plenty of variety, swing on by. I have sudden and *intense* empathy for the shenanigans you put up with here on a daily basis.

[rushing_by]

I'm fine so far, aside from the fact that I wish I could still get drunk.

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[goddamngrenades]

You ever tried some of this alien shit? I guarantee something I have here will work.

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[leverageintceo]

[ York knows how it goes with Parker. One moment he's alone and the next he's sharing his space with a black-clad blond.

Except this time when she steps out of the shadows, she doesn't look happy or curious or even politely baffled. She looks suspicious and a little bit like clocking him over the head and dumping him down an elevator shaft isn't out of the question. And younger too, though probably still old enough to be tried as an adult. ]

I don't know you. Who are you and why are you tracking me?

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[goddamngrenades]

[ It's like knowing a tiny blonde batman with slightly fewer daddy issues and psychosis. Or. Well.

Normally. He looks up now and yeah, she looks mad. Shit. ]

Uh. Taylor Murray. Locksmith. York. We are friends- or at least we are when you remember me? I'm checking in with everyone to see who all this 'time ripple' bullshit is hitting and considering you aren't carting a snack pack of pudding or a sixpack of beer to share I'm gonna guess you're. Affected.

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[araignee_du_soir]

I'm unaffected. This is going to get messy in ways I do not care for.

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[goddamngrenades]

Tell me about it. I'm running damage control already. As much baggage as the average person here has? Someone's gonna get hurt. Keep an eye on your people, lemme know if anything comes up? Better to keep an eye on it before Judge America decides to start handing out citations.

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[unrecovered]

York? What's going on? Where are we?

[He sounds...not quite frightened. Nervous, uncertain, and trying very hard not to let on that he is. He hasn't sounded like this since some of his first missions with the top of the leaderboard in Freelancer.]

[Well, York missed the rookie, right?]

And- who's Delta?

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[goddamngrenades]

Dear lord y'all all childrenses. [ Face meet hands. Wash. Wash, the one he needed to be okay, that he needed to be here to help him Responsibly Adult at the rest of their ragtag crew-

Is the Rookie. Okay.

Be a Good York and not an ASSHOLE. He can do this. ]

I'm gonna need you to come in for the full story, Rookie. I've got a sort of debriefing packet worked up on where we are and why we're here and even Delta. Follow the map on the bottom of the transmission and it'll lead you right to me, okay?

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[tiny_justice]

[He knows her name. How does he know her name?]

I don't know you.

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[goddamngrenades]

Okay I'll mark you down as affected by the time ripple. Hi, my name's York, we're friends. Well. Acquaintance? You kicked my ass on the firing range not long ago and we had a kickass duet during the last camping trip.

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[lovernotafighter]

[York. Okay, the one that one that Grif said was "alright", which coming from him was a pretty positive endorsement. Still, Tucker would be more than happy to judge it for himself, and with shit as weird as it was now, it was as good as time as any, right?

Deep breath. Dude can't kill you through a comm, right? ...Unless that's his power and then just FML.]

Sooo, you're York, huh? [Insert picture of an aqua shaped helmet here, shoulders rolling in a shrug.] I heard you're one of the good ones. Need some help, dude?

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[goddamngrenades]

'One of the good ones'. Depending on who that's from it's a solid endorsement.

[ And he may or may not take it. Thing one would be him, well, not in the armor. Just a dude with a scarred eye wearing flannel, poking through holographic screens while trying to track the path of this ripple shit. ]

But yeah, I'm trying to keep tabs on everyone that's changed- some people remember the legion, some don't- some are older or younger and some are just assholes. [ cough-brainy-cough ] And some are. Toddlers.

Eyes on the ground and someone to help remind everyone that they're safe and to maybe not blow up Legion World with their powers would be nice.

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[isthisapidge]

This is REALLY frustrating. I can't find any patterns in who's changing and how, much less how to reverse it.

...I haven't changed, for the record.

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[goddamngrenades]

Swing by my habitat, I've been plotting out who's been bumped forward or back from people I know so far. We can cross-reference the data and see if a that helps.

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[short_changed]

[Colour her curious (but then she was always the curious sort) at the roll call but she starts heading over to the coordinates he'd given from her odd patch of the woods. Might be a bit of a walk but she'll be there soon enough]

Since when did you start leading the field trips, York?

[At a first glance there's not a lot that immediately off about Connie, it wasn't too terribly long ago that the top Freelancers were more like an actual team. Before the Leaderboard reigned supreme.]

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[goddamngrenades]

It's a recent hobby- [ He peers through the screen, scarred cornea and all. The 'York' is- well it's habitual and hard to forget he's trying to go by Taylor now, he'll let it slide. ] You want pancakes or waffles when you get in? I got the griddle going.

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[classifiedyearsold]

[ This is definitely originating from the Master Chief's comm. But it also definitely does not sound like him. The cadence is right, the gruffness, but it's lighter than it should be. ]

UNSC reporting. Who's in charge here?

[ He is outside the chain of command oh god this is the worst. ]

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[steelandtemper]

[Cortana gives herself a few milliseconds to do the AI equivalent of closing the door of her office and screaming before she responds...over his helmet radio, not the Legion omnicomms.]

Spartan. We need to talk.

[She makes very, very sure his HUD is displaying her true IFF data; Cortana's not above using the family resemblance to her advantage, but she's not going to pretend to be Halsey. Well, not with John. She'd absolutely pull that trick on a non-Spartan.]

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[iamresponding]

No changes so far for me.

[A pause.]

Which is a good thing. Because if I revert anywhere in my early twenties, the only thing I'll be be able to contribute to the team is blackmail material.

[Another pause.]

I mean, I was like the Scrappy Doo of superheroes. Or a Wesley Crusher. [A sigh and an expression of pure self-disgust, as he nods and acknowledges his past awfulness without shying away.] Or a Jar Jar Binks.

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[goddamngrenades]

...I. That. That is the trifecta of suck right there... Swing by for that drink I owe you and help me hammer out details on these 'Living in Legion World 101' packets I'm sending to our newly confused teammates?

[ A beat. ]

Also please tell me you've got some kinda military rank I can use, man.

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[whyarewehere]

are wash or tucker over there?

[ He'll probably still come over if so, but it will definitely go worse. ]

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[goddamngrenades]

Wash is here, yeah, Tucker hasn't come up yet. How are you holding up?