[ 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

[whyarewehere]

i'll just pretend i don't know the guy.
considering that's already what i want to do, it'll probably work.

[goddamngrenades]

No fighting in the bar. Same rules as movie night,
just with more booze. And no helmets. Other than that, we're good.

Action

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif scoots in after a while. He just sticks his head in to assess the room before the rest of him follows, but he's here. ]

Hey?

[ There's not much enthusiasm in it. ]