[ 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

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[goddamngrenades]

That...looks like a more personal ring. The flight rings shift to fit and look like this:

[ attached? A photo of York posing with his ring. ]

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[tiny_justice]

I haven't seen seen a ring like that.

[Adult Pharah keeps it with her tactical superhero gear, which Young Pharah didn't look at too closely because it was obvious it wouldn't fit. She did admire it, though, just not closely enough.]

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[goddamngrenades]

Probably with your uniform somewhere. Armor? The kickass rig you have.

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[tiny_justice]

I'll check there, thank you.

[A short pause,] You said you delivered pancakes? I'd come get them but I'm not allowed in bars.

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[goddamngrenades]

I can have your stack at the house instead. No alcohol for young superheros there.

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[tiny_justice]

Thank you!

[Not that she wouldn't be showing up with a certain amount of wariness, but so far the people tended to be pretty okay.]