[ 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

[private]

[classifiedyearsold]

Good.

[ And he's off and chewing that over. ONI doesn't think he needs the details, fine, but that doesn't mean he's not curious. There's always a certain satisfaction in figuring out something people don't want him to know, even if those people aren't the enemy.

But for now... ]

I'll... train.

[ Fine, he'll go to his room and play with his toys, but you can't make him like it. ]

[private]

[steelandtemper]

[That is the most petulant thing Cortana has ever heard come out of John's mouth, and it throws her for a nanosecond or two. He's so young.]

Well. There's also the cafeteria.

[She knows you like dessert, kid.]

[private]

[classifiedyearsold]

I'll be advised, ma'am.

[ ...That does make things a little better, though. ]

[private]

[steelandtemper]

...No need to be formal.

[Translation: don't call her "ma'am" it weirds her out when you do it.]

[private]

[classifiedyearsold]

Yes ma-

[ ...Wait. ]

-Cortana.

[ He's trying. ]

[private]

[steelandtemper]

Heh.

[That's cute, and it's not really an adjective she'd considered applying to him before.

Annnnnd she's just not going to think about how ridiculously young he is.]

You need anything at all, just yell. I can't promise these temporal distortions won't affect me, but if I'm able to answer, I will.

[Even if she reverts to a time before meeting him, Cortana thinks that she'd at least respond out of curiosity, and her younger self will be able to evaluate their comms logs before he can finish phrasing a question, even a laconic Spartan one.]