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

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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[ 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.

[ She smiles at him. It's a facial expression all about the mouth and nothing about the eyes, which are strongly indicating 'elevator shaft'. But he's bigger than she is, and she still wants information, so whether or not he's getting clocked is still up in the air. ]

'Friends'? Right. Because I'm so good at playing nice with the other kids.

[ She takes another step forward, moving the way she moves when she's working, controlled tension like a coiled spring, ready to leap off in some previously-undetermined direction. ]

How are you tracking me?

You actually kind of are? Seriously we've run ops together. Kickass ones.

[ Jesus why is everyone so paranoid and defensive in their youths? Why? He sets his hands down on the bar after dismissing the projected screens that had been off to the side, focus shifting from that project to Parker. He keeps his shoulders loose, his posture open.

Unarmed and not about to do any harm. ]

Uh- I just called your omnicomm? It's like a super fancy cellphone. And that's- it. All I did was call you. I didn't track you. I don't track you as a rule. I mean- you hang out in the vents. Not my style. Also tracking your friends is kinda creepy?

So you expect me to believe that the little green map that showed me how to get here from where I was wasn't you?

[ Everything Taylor/Locksmith/York says sounds so utterly bizarre and incomprehensible that it might have to be true if only because it's too stupid to be a cover story. But it's still bizarre and stupid and every ounce of Archie's teaching tells Parker to go to ground until she can find out more. But she can't go to ground without knowing how people can just find her. ]

What law-enforcement organization are you with?

The map was supposed to be helpf- Wait. Delta!

[ Riding shotgun at the moment but he flickers into being, an equally green hologram of a foot tall suited man complete with an armored helmet as is his current custom. ]

I thought using specific directions using the on board gps of the omnicomms would be more efficient than simply offering them from a public space that the viewer may not be able to find on their own. Please forgive my overstepping.

Uh. Yeah. Like I said, tracking friends is creepy, Delta. You're not the creepy one, remember? [ A beat. ] Right- We're both a part of the Legion. Superhero cops.

...You have a leprechaun robot ghost.

[ All potential violence is temporarily on hold, because what the fuck. ]

I am an Artificial Intelligence.

[ Can a digital voice sound slightly offended? It can. York is- laughing at it, a little. ]

You're the second person to call him a leprehaun. But yeah, this is Delta, he's my partner. We coded up the basic map together but I guess it works with the Omnicomm's GPS. Thing is- that map? Only works for you. So I can't use it to find you, but you can use it to find here.

[ Parker's attention is still mostly fixed on Delta, though his slight offense flies over her head like a bird on the wing -- and not one of the attention-getting birds she occasionally releases on a job to get security to turn off the motion sensors. ]

Why do you look like a robot if you're not a robot?

[ The armor is throwing her off; they don't have that kind of thing where she's from. And the best they have on the artificial intelligence front definitely can't hold a conversation.

Her attention flickers to Taylor/Locksmith/York when he speaks. She's not letting her guard down yet completely, but this is getting 'weird dream' weird, and she might not have to figure out how to take him out. ]

So it's computer-thing based. Okay.

AI are not designated appearances. More often than not we have no need of them. This is...a work in progress.

Delta's learning how to live and think like a real boy so it's kinda- baby steps? He's still figuring out how he wants his face to look. There's no rushing that. [ Supportive bro york is supportive, as he should be. Supportive bro York is also a little dumb in so much that he pulls a bottle of beer from the fridge behind the counter and offers it to Parker. One good swing could crack his head open.

Maybe she's feeling more thirsty than bloodthirsty. ] Yep. I think your guy, Hardinson? Can do similar shit. Unless you're before that too.

I guess if you get to pick your face there's really no reason to rush things.

[ Parker does not take the opportunity to club Taylor/Locksmith/York over the head when he turns his back on her. She gives him a disbelieving look when he offers her the bottle. ]

I'm not taking that from your hand. You're a superhero cop, I don't want to get cuffed. And I don't have a 'guy'. I work alone.

[ She's heard of a 'Hardison', but only by reputation. Supposed to be very good, if you're in the market for a hacker. ]

Okay, fair. [ He shrugs, sets the beer on the counter, crossing his arms and leaning back half a step to give her space. ] You're also a superhero cop too, if you heard me right. You kinda run the espionage department? Pretty damn good at it too so- yeah, you work well alone, but you're solid at working with other people too. Cross my heart.

[ She picks up the bottle but doesn't move to drink from it. She doesn't tend to drink around other people, or even much at all. But he offered it to her, and she'll at least hold it to show willing. Or maybe just long enough for him to let his guard down so she can throw it at his head. ]

I almost believe you, but only because that sounds too stupid to be some kind of cover story trick. Why did I become a superhero cop?

Cuz we all did when we got here? I dunno, man, I'm just trying to keep my head afloat along with the rest of you.

[ He shrugs, sips his beer, and leans against the bar. This is all something he's both used to and constantly adjusting. ]

Partly cuz it's the thing to do and it'll save the world you live in. Pretty sure you like it not being destroyed cuz...you live there.

[ Parker frowns sharply. ]

I had to become a super cop or else they were going to destroy my world?!

[ That can't be right, can it? It seems like it would work out awfully poorly for them, at any rate. Parker knows herself well enough to guess that. ]

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