o17 ★ FRAG RADIOS. FRAG THEM TO THE PIT.

[electrowhipit]

[ Jolt is trying his damnedest to remain calm, but every once in a while his voice wavers. He swore to himself he'd never leave an Autobot- a friend- behind. And he has. Two of them, that he knows of for sure. Maybe more. Harley hasn't been home, either. ]

... Over the radio today. That was... that was Sideswipe and Olivier.

They're trapped there. They're trapped, and they're being attacked. Sideswipe sounded injured and--

There's got to be a way back- there has to be. I won't leave them over there like that.

Damn it. Work. Why won't you work.

[ He's also dismantling his radio, trying to see if he can get it to send a message back. ]

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[electrowhipit]

Hey... do you... have a copy of that list I could have?

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Sure. I can make you one if you'd like. It's still growing though.

If you tell me where you are I can bring it over.

[electrowhipit]

1249 Williams Road.

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Right. I'll be over in a few minutes

[And a little while later, there is a 13 year old at your door with a witches hat on. She's holding a page with names on it.]

[electrowhipit]

[ He all but flings the door open- the hat garners a bit of a confused look, though ] You're the girl with the list?

[the-wee-big-hag.livejournal.com]

Yes.
[Holds out a copy of this list]

My name is Tiffany Aching. This is what I have so far.

You're Jolt?

[electrowhipit]

... Thanks Tiffany. [ He takes the list and gives it a once over- if it's possible for him to look more frazzled, he does ]

What? Ah, yes. That's me.