[ This is more like it.

It’s not good, but the existence of remnants of humanity that the locals couldn’t spackle over with chrome or force underground is practically a relief at this point.

Simon steps over the debris, the flashlight in his helmet increasing visibility but not really making the whole place any less eerie. ]

Not my first choice for places to kill time before the end of the world.

[ despite the dryness of that statement, he’s wringing his hands anxiously as he approaches an abandoned apartment building.

And after he gets the door open he heads inside, glancing back at the Circle member he’s with to see if they’re inclined to follow. He’s not really... optimistic at all about Apocalypse 2: Electric Boogaloo..... ]

[ Simon has the dubious distinction of being the most shoddily put-together robot/robot-adjacent individual here, so by the time he feels like he’s in the presence of a hundred of the WAU’s monsters at once and turns back from the EMP zone, it’s too little too late. He only stops when half his body is a structure gel signal dead zone with no limbs that will support his weight, on his knees and collapsed onto one shoulder, other hand against the ground in a balled fist. He kind of looks like a dog that just got hit by a car, if dogs were futuristic diving suits that made staticky fizzling noises. Everything that isn’t in searing pain is totally numb.

His voice is scrambled and distorted, sluggish despite his rising ‘definitely about to die’ panic, when he sees a (probably) teammate-shaped field of pixels and clashing colors in his periphery, head clanking against the metal ground. He’s understandable, but it vacillates between being nearly drowned out by glitchy crackling and just sounding like a dude who’s Skyping from Antarctica via a potato. ] Hey... can you... ghhhkk-

[ listen

before you put him in idiot robot jail

three miles is a very wide radius ]

[ also open to any and all other ideas you may have!!! honchkrow or pm or put a prompt here or whatever your heart desires ]