[ 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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[goddamngrenades]

[ York's got his screens set up already- it takes half a second to code in something that'll shift Pidge's stool to one that's just as tall but has more bars, something she can rest her feet against comfortably. First rule of coding bros: Code in comfort. ]

Mostly I"m trying to keep tabs on everyone and keep them from blowing themselves or Legion World up. As much baggage as the average Legionnaire has? It's kind of a tall order. More eyes and hands to track shit is incredibly useful, I can't begin to tell you. Especially since you're already familiar with how Delta and I code shit.

[isthisapidge]

[Well, she appreciates that at least, giving him a small nod. She sets up her gear, drumming her fingers on the bar.]

Heh, well, I only really got to take one crack at your encryption, remember. I think I'm owed another real challenge.

[The hangover she got last time was not worth getting a drink now, but she understands now why people might want them. When York says baggage...well, names and faces appear behind her eyes, and she asks her next question like someone who already knows the answer.]

So...anyone in particular we need to be keeping our eyes on?

[goddamngrenades]

This is nothing if not a challenge.

[ Something dings behind them and he peels away for a moment, returning with a pot of coffee and two mugs. It's okay to give teenagers coffee, right? Right. ]

Milk and Sugar are here if you want 'em.

[ Well. Milk substitute but it's close enough that he doesn't look at it too hard. ]

Anyone with a militant background- so. About a third of the Legion. Judge America, all the Freelancers, Cheif- Cortana told me she'd give me a headsup if he changed. I'll leave handling him to her but- if something goes weird? Better we know about it. Me. I got a whole separate packet for you to give me if I suddenly grow my eye back and start acting like an asshole.

[isthisapidge]

[Pidge kind of prefers energy drinks. They come in little bottles you can swig so the terrible taste is over with as soon as possible. But she gladly takes the coffee, three packets of sugar and a healthy amount of cream.]

I can help you keep tabs on everyone's changes buuuuuut the kind of touch we need for the emotional baggage? Not really my wheelhouse.

[She just doesn't have the temperament or the experience to handle everyone's disturbances.]

...Maybe if I age 30 years the next time you turn around.

[goddamngrenades]

We're going for informative rather than playing at camp counselor, honestly. People are gonna be upset and freak out one way or another. I just want them informed when they do so they don't freak out even more than they might otherwise. Being afraid or upset or paranoid doubles when you don't know what's going on.

[ triples, even. ]

Right now we got the glowchart of temporal shenangigans- [ He gestures to the largest screen behind him, plotted with points and ages and names. ] and a lot of determination to keep shit from blowing up. That's about what we need most. Thirteen or thirty- you're one of the more determined people I know.

[isthisapidge]

That's a relief. I can do that.

[Siiiip. This is going to mean staying up all night, probably. She studies the chart he's made intently, looking for patterns.

...But she can take a moment to genuinely smile at the complement.]

Thanks. Maybe it's weird, but I'm actually kind of curious what I'll be like at 30. And...you know, how everything goes.

[Will Voltron stop Zarkon? Find her family? Go back to earth and live their lives they way they planned?]

[goddamngrenades]

I keep trying to imagine it and keep coming back to 'will probably be able to code circles around me' so I'm just gonna not and soothe my worn ego.

[ Someone her age already at her level? Will be stellar when she's grown. World ain't ready for it. ]