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[electrowhipit]

[ There is a sudden clattering noise- the phone has clearly been knocked from the hook and onto the floor. The voice that follows is distant at first- though obviously confused and desperate- but the volume varies as Jolt wanders around the house at 1249 Williams Road. ]

--ight. This isn't right. Hello? Is- is there anyone here? Please, I... Idon'twantobealone. Idon'twant... to... Argh! Come on. Stop. You're an Autobot, Autobots don't lose it. They don't.

I need to call for help. They'll hear me, they have to. Need to send a signal...

Why can't I--

...

What... what happened to my hands?

((ooc; The moral of this event is: It sucks to be an Autobot. Jolt comes from a point in his past where he had been abandoned on a desert planet for quite some time... and he was already starting to freak before "arrivng" in Mayfield. To those in the house, he's a bit starved and obviously beaten up.))

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[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[This voice is younger, harsher than the one Present!Jolt would know.]

... Autobot?

[electrowhipit]

[ there's stunned silence for a moment, then cautious footsteps approaching the fallen phone ]

Hello?

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[A pause on the other end of the line.]

Autobot? ... Who is this. Who... who are you with?

[electrowhipit]

[ another pause, and then a few muffled noises as he picks up the receiver, trying to figure out how it works ]

Who... who's asking? [ there's confidence in that voice he doesn't really feel, but damn it, the 'Cons got the jump on him once, and he's not gonna let that happen again. ]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Did you... did you get the--the beacons were sent! Are you... are you responding? I need evac off this--we need... we need salvage... here.

This is Sideswipe. I... [His voice breaks briefly.] Who is this?

[electrowhipit]

[ Sideswipe. He knows that name. But... but what he's saying isn't making any sense, but it's obvious enough that Sideswipe isn't here to answer Jolt's own calls for help- and for some reason that realization is making something in this strange alien chest ache. ]

I didn't... My name is Jolt. I... I'm not responding to- I can't help you. It's just me, I'm... there was an ambush... I'm sorry.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[He's never heard the name Jolt before. And for a long moment, there's silence. It's not help. It's not someone he can interrogate...]

... but I--but we... they were active. I know they were, they had to have been--

[The slight desperation in his voice changes abruptly, flattening out.]

Ambush? Was it--who was it? Who was it!

[electrowhipit]

... I'm sorry.

[ he flinches away from the phone slightly ]

I don't know!

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... It doesn't matter. Ah-hah, it doesn't... even matter. Who cares? Not them. Not anymore!

[He stops, getting a hold of himself.]

Your location?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Here's a 16 year old Harley walking into whatever room you're in]

Hey are you alright Mr?

[electrowhipit]

[ He's still sitting on the floor by the front door after his encounter with Sideswipe, and he jumps when she speaks. ]

What-?! [ he blinks a few times, trying to focus on her. He's not looking so good right now. ] Who... are you?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Holds up hands]

I'm Harleen Quinzel an' I have no clue where I am.

[electrowhipit]

...

That makes two of us.

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[lowers hands,]

From what I heard on the phone, lots of people are in the same boat. A lot of kids too.

What's your name Mr?

[electrowhipit]

... Jolt. My name is Jolt.

What... do you know what planet this is?

[crazyclownwoman.livejournal.com]

[Giving him a strange look]

Um Earth?...

[electrowhipit]

... Huh. [ he's never heard of Earth before, but whatever. ]

Is there- [ whoa dizzy again. This body sucks. ] I think... I need to find a... medic.

Except I totally commented with the wrong journal.

[bbsatbyrobots.livejournal.com]

S-sir? What's wrong...?

Aw. It happens. XD

[electrowhipit]

I'm... not sure.

lollll yea I commented and was like: wait. That isn't flora. 8|a

[bbsatbyrobots.livejournal.com]

D-do you need any h-help?

[electrowhipit]

... Yes.

[bbsatbyrobots.livejournal.com]

Wh-where are you? M-maybe I can do something to h-help...

[electrowhipit]

[ silence for a beat. He's not sure what all she can do, but it'd be nice to have someone else around so ]

Williams Road. Number 1249.

[bbsatbyrobots.livejournal.com]

I'll b-be over shortly.

[And she hangs up the phone, hurrying outside to look for his house.]

[electrowhipit]

Mm-hmm.

[ He'll just stay here, sitting on the floor. The front door is totally wide open, too. ]