[ 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

[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. ]