[ wow ok. Feigning offense at 9S being 9S, Simon fixes him with a Look, unreadable as ever were it not for the way he rolls his head in his direction, and accompanied by a flashlight beam to the face. It was already on, but still. ]
Thanks, Nines. Glad I’m riding out the apocalypse with a friend.
[ Kidding not kidding. He rams the hunk of metal, probably once part of a sign or... robot parking meter, or something, into the glass one more time and it shatters in the middle. And then he drops it on the ground, kicks through the shards at the bottom of the window and walks through it. Stooped, so as to avoid the glass at the top, hands fidgeting anxiously at his sides with nothing else to occupy them. The shelves his light illuminates have been cleared out almost entirely, of course, but no matter how efficient the mass exodus from this place was, he can’t help imagining the mad panic of people they know are now all dead. It doesn’t make him feel any better, really. ]
You wouldn’t happen to be able to scan this for things that can stop world-ending storms?
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Thanks, Nines. Glad I’m riding out the apocalypse with a friend.
[ Kidding not kidding. He rams the hunk of metal, probably once part of a sign or... robot parking meter, or something, into the glass one more time and it shatters in the middle. And then he drops it on the ground, kicks through the shards at the bottom of the window and walks through it. Stooped, so as to avoid the glass at the top, hands fidgeting anxiously at his sides with nothing else to occupy them. The shelves his light illuminates have been cleared out almost entirely, of course, but no matter how efficient the mass exodus from this place was, he can’t help imagining the mad panic of people they know are now all dead. It doesn’t make him feel any better, really. ]
You wouldn’t happen to be able to scan this for things that can stop world-ending storms?