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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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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.

You do not understand exactly what I mean by that and I don't blame you. But picture this:

A very large stone is thrown into a pond that has a thin sheet of ice upon its surface. The stone shatters the ice, creating ripples that ebb out and eventually taper off. But that ice was sharp and by the time it settled, there was blood on the water.

And the water will remember.

One way or another we're fucked. Must be a day ending in 'Y'.

[ This is his life. Their lives. Why? Jesus. ]

Can you do me a favor and check in with Azucar? She's good at handling the logistics of this shit and- Y'all are from the same place, right? I haven't heard a damn thing from her yet and I'm getting worried. She could just be on the beach but I've got ten other people to wrangle.

[If only York knew. And since he doesn't, according to what Sombra told Amélie, she won't tell him the real deal.]

I have eyes on her. [Six of her eight at least.] She will not be of any help.

Lemme guess, she got hit too?

[ Part of him wants to check- the rest shakes it off. Amelie's on it, he can mind the rest of his herd of cats. ]

You'll keep her out of trouble, yeah?

Impossible. She is Los Muertos. But I will see that she survives this. Let me know if you end up with eyes on the judge.

I'm gonna pretend I know what you mean by that. [ Cuz he really doesn't. ] I'll ping you if she pops up. Maybe after this brand of cosmic fuckery is over I can buy you that extra dirty martini.

If you cross paths with her, you will know what I mean.
After this, I will most definitely accept. I'm sure there will be a great need for it.

Good thing I've got a full stocked bar, if you don't mind slumming it with me.

Some sacrifices must be made. I think I will manage spending time with riff raff. This will put your mixing skills to the test. I am very particular about my martinis.

It's been awhile but some things are worth a refresher.

I will leave you be then.

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