oo7 ★ LET'S DO THE TIME WARP AGAIN

[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]

... 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?

[electrowhipit]

[ He's beginning to wonder if this is where they dump broken, half-crazed Autobots when they're no longer useful. Though, to find Sideswipe in such a place is a shock. ]

Some... dwelling of some kind. I... there's something very wrong in this place.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[More silence. Half-crazed is a good term for it, really.]

... there's creatures... everywhere. It's wrong. So... wrong. [Maybe he's being punished for failing.] I'm searching for him. I... I can... look for you.

[Because an Autobot is an Autobot. The first live one for light years, maybe.]

[electrowhipit]

... I, um.

Please. I can... look for you, too?

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... Fine. But if you're too slow, I'm leaving you behind.

[electrowhipit]

[ that notion terrifies him, and he replies almost too quickly ] I won't slow you down.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Fine. And if we see him... if we see him... he's mine. Do you understand me?

[Another awkward pause.]

... Are you... wounded?

[electrowhipit]

See... who?

... Not... too badly, but...

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[There is likely enough hate in his voice to make Megatron step back.]

Demolishor.

... Fine. Then it won't be a problem.

[electrowhipit]

[ he flinches away from the phone again ] I... okay.

There... is a problem.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[There's a tense, angry silence.]

... what is it?

[electrowhipit]

... Something's happened to... to my appearance. I'm... in an alien body.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

...

[Long silence. That was what all those creatures were saying about... him.]

What.

[electrowhipit]

I don't know how but... I'm... different. I don't even know what species I am.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

...

How can I trust that? How do I even know you're Autobot? You... are you one of them?

[electrowhipit]

I'm an Autobot. I swear to you I'm an Autobot. [ No, no, no. He didn't trust him. He didn't trust him and he was going to leave him alone. He can't be left alone again, he can't. ] Let me prove it- somehow. Please.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... If I find out you're lying... I will kill you. Just like I will him. Do you understand me?

[There's nothing in his voice, it's completely flat, and dangerous.]

Give me coordinates, a location. And it had better be nearby.

[electrowhipit]

... I understand.

Let me see... [ his voice drifts away from the phone for a second or two, and then he comes padding back ] I'm on... Williams Road. The dwelling is number 1249.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Good.

... Fine. Coming. Don't even move.

[electrowhipit]

Yessir.

[ he'll just... sit down. somewhere. he's kind of feeling lightheaded from lack of proper food anyway ]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[It's not too long until there's someone... apparently trying to break your door down.]

[electrowhipit]

[ it takes him a moment to stand up, and meander towards the door. He tenses for a moment, electricity sparking on his fingertips, then flings it open ]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[Sideswipe is standing on the porch, broom handles in hand, and one of them pointing at Jolt.]

You have two minutes. Prove you're Autobot.

[electrowhipit]

[ he's just... staring. ] You... you're...

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

Either talk or die! Answer me!