[ 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.

Comments

[goddamngrenades]

Frag grenade during a lockdown paint training exercise. [ He answers without missing a beat. ] Look I got an infopacket Delta and I put together that'll explain most of where you are and what's going on. I promise it's not bullshit because even for me this is really fucking elaborate.

Also I was kind of a vain self centered asshole and no prank is worth walking around looking like this- [ he gestures to his eye, the scarring, the baggage he's gotten used to having. ] just to say 'got you rookie'.

[unrecovered]

What?!

[Why were there live rounds on the training room floor?! How could that have-]

[But York continues on, and Wash abruptly derails that train of thought in an attempt to keep up. He still sounds incredibly sincere, he's calling himself out on his own bullshit, and-]

[It's like being in an episode of the Twilight Zone, if Wash is going to be honest with himself, but there's not much he can do about it. Hopefully this episode doesn't have a bad ending.]

If you say so.

[goddamngrenades]

Yeah.

[ He'll let Wash absorb everything for a moment because this is...a really stark change, if he had to think about it. Put himself next to the guy this Wash knows? It's gotta be bizarre.

More than enough to make him a little uncomfortable. Still. He shoves the feeling back and waves Wash inside. ]

Wasn't kidding about the shit for smoothies. I know it's a 'bar' but it's kinda early in the day for cracking open beers.

[unrecovered]

[Honestly, the more time Wash has to think about the situation, the less he believes it. He must be dreaming or something - maybe he's injured and in medical, because his dreams are only ever this lucid when he's on some really good painkillers.]

[So he'll roll with it. He'll wake up eventually, probably groggy and in a world of hurt, and things will make sense again. For now, he follows York into the little house bar.]

Thanks. [A beat.] You said you had a debrief packet?

[goddamngrenades]

Yep. Cuz the more you know, the less likely you're gonna freak. Or at least that's the hope. Superhero types come with paranoia and baggage, who the fuck knew?

[ Like he's not one of those same types with the same kinda baggage. Still he pulls up the tablet with the packet and hands it over, Delta flickering to life over York's shoulder for a moment. ]

You have no memory of me?