[ 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]

God, we'll be here all day, don't get me started.

[ He snorts a quiet laugh, dragging a hand through his hair. It's harder to reach back for those ideas right now, so wound up in keeping tabs on everyone-

Stressful in a familiar and almost comforting way. ]

Mostly they involve alcohol.

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Oh really.

[Connie rests her chin in her palm, elbow leaning against the counter as she grins.]

Thinking of pulling a Casbah 2.0? Because that was fun.

[She assumes, anyway. The hangover the next day and the smattering of photographic and voice clip evidence certainly says so.]