electrowhipit: (× welcome to atop the fourth wall?)
[ o1 | Action | 1249 Williams Road ]

[ The 20-foot-tall robot who passes for the husband at 1249 Williams Road can be found... lounging in the driveway, of all things- a comic book grasped carefully in too-long fingers. In fact, there's a small stack of comic books sitting next to him. Every once and a while he'll chuckle to himself as he's reading.

Eventually, he discards the comic, having finished it, and gingerly picks up the next one from the pile. ]



[ o2 | Action | The Highway/Around Town ]

[ It's been far too long since Jolt went for a drive just to enjoy himself, so today a blue Chevrolet Volt can be found cruising the highway. His maximum speed in vehicle mode is only about 100mph, but he hits it and stays there for most of his drive.

Occasionally, he swings into the parking lot of the abandoned gas station, doing a few donuts and whooping in excitement before peeling out again.

He can be found heading through town at a far safer pace after his drive is done. He's covered in dust, but there's no mistaking the fact that this is not a car usually found in the 1950's. ]
electrowhipit: (HOLO | stop stealing the covers)
[ All things considered, it's not the first time he's woken up in a strange room, in a strange body, in strange clothes. Not the first time he's woken up next to Harley either.

Still, he doesn't want to disturb her, so he slips out of bed and takes a look around. He pokes his head into the bathroom first before trying the door to get out, which naturally doesn't move. He swears lightly under his breath, using electromagnetism to try and yank the door open. He even tries the same trick on the hinges. Nothing works.

He swears again, colorfully and in Cybertronian. Might as well wake Harley up so she can help with this ]


Hey Harley! Rise and shine. We've got a problem.
electrowhipit: (ALT | kicks ass & saves the environment)
[ Today Mayfield, there is a blue sedan (with a near-silent electric engine) prowling around town. It doesn't seem to be in any great hurry to get anywhere, and at times it almost seems like it's... nosing through the wreckage of the town in places, with more care than something like that should be capable of.

And if you were to catch a glimpse at just the right angle to see through those tinted windows, you would notice there was no one inside.

Hell, look long enough and it might start to seem like the car is looking back. ]
electrowhipit: (HOLO | I don't think so Tim)
[ This call is coming from the local garage, where Jolt has stopped to pick up supplies. ]

Those statues are not statues- I met someone who knows that they are, and what they can do- and they're dangerous.

They can only move when no one is looking at them, and they're fast. Don't take your eyes off them if you get near one, not even long enough to blink- but don't look into their eyes. They'll kill you if you do. They can also send people to any point in time just by touching them.

As far as I know, they can't be killed, but they can be immobilized if there are two of them facing each other.

Right now, April and I are working on getting chains so we can tie them up. Keep them from moving. It's not a permanent fix, but the less of those things that are free-roaming, the better.

How's everybody else doing? Is anybody missing in action?
electrowhipit: (HOLO | I swear it was THIS BIG)
[ There's a clatter as the phone is knocked off the hook. Another as Jolt tries to pick it up you can hear him muttering: ]

I'm back- it can't be true, it can't-- I'm back.

[ A final scramble for the phone and he manages to grab it. There's no mistaking the urgency of his tone ]


Sideswipe-- I need to talk to Sideswipe!
electrowhipit: (HOLO | if it takes all night)
[ November is drawing to a close, and your local Autobot is in a grim mood. He's been keeping himself busy as a distraction, but it's not doing much to help.

Even so, he can be found doing one of three things:

A. Doing yardwork! He can be found in the front yard at 1249 Williams Road, raking leaves, tending to the garden. You might even catch him dragging a trashcan to the curb, the contents of which smell a bit like Thanksgiving dinner.

B. He seems to have tired of yardwork, and is trying to use electromagnetism on the rake and other various gardening tools- spade and what have you. He floats the tool up in the air and tosses it across the yard, trying to get it to land in a pile of leaves. His aim is improving, but sometimes he misses really, really badly- especially with the rake because it's more wood than metal. You might want to watch your head.

C. Going for a walk. Headed particularly towards Cunningham Lane, but he's taking his time about it. He's also deep in thought, so he's not exactly looking where he's going. ]
electrowhipit: (HOLO | scenic)
I've been meaning to ask this for a while now, but I guess the town had other ideas. I don't think we're... what's the phrase? Oh! I don't think we're quite out of the woods yet, but I figured I'd take advantage of the calm.

Anyway, what exactly is Halloween? I'm guessing that's why everything is suddenly decorated, but I can't even begin to guess what's supposed to be going on.

I think this is the last time I have to ask that, though. I'll have been here a year pretty soon, so I've hit all of the human holidays this place feels the need to torture us with.

... Also I guess I'm supposed to talk to a guy named Conrad?
electrowhipit: (HOLO | superhuman touch)
[ Jolt's been here quite a while, and he's realized he's gotten pretty lazy. Ironhide would have words for him if he knew he'd stopped training- words and maybe a good old-fashioned Ironhide-brand beating.

So Jolt is in his front yard- the driveway mostly- working with his whips. The exercises start out simple- he swings them around a bit, getting warmed up. Then he gets serious, as blue electricity shoots down the weapons. Lighting them up, even in the midday sun.

Before long, he's a blur of alien metal and crackling electricity as his exercise formations get tighter, faster, and more complex. But he's enjoying himself. He might even laugh every once in a while.

So yes, there's quite a little light show going on at 1249 Williams Road. Don't wander too close, because he can't be held responsible for what will happen if you do. ]
electrowhipit: (HOLO | it's ok I'm a medic (in training))
I need a medic, a healer- someone. Sideswipe's hurt badly. Legs... aren't supposed to bend that way, are they?

...

If anyone's listening... Come to the bar, as soon as you can. Sideswipe's out front- I... I don't want to move him.

((ooc; Backdated to right after this. Sideswipe will likely be threadhopping if you come to help!

EDIT: Off to work. Tag around with Sideswipe as you see fit!))
electrowhipit: (HOLO | I will hide myself away)
[ When Jolt wakes up in his bed, disoriented and frightened, but whole and safe and very much alive, his first impulse is to call Sideswipe. And he does, only to discover the other Autobot has been droned.

That frightens him more than he cares to admit.

He just curls up in the blankets, barely listening to the phone. Only when Hughes asks for him directly does he snap out of it enough to finally pick up the phone, and softly announce: ]


It's... It's Jolt. I'm here. I'm fine.

I'll be fine.

(ooc; ))
electrowhipit: (HOLO | waffle... on the floor?)
... So, I know there's like a million questions being flung around, what with recent events and all. I'm sorry to add one more, but...

What's a bedpan?
electrowhipit: (HOLO | whenever you're wearing thin)
[ 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. ]
electrowhipit: (HOLO | there's transformers PORN?!)
Hey, I think I-- [ There's a horrid noise, followed by a burst of static over the phone and the line suddenly goes dead. ]

[ Meanwhile, the lights in the living room at 1249 Williams Road can be seen getting brighter, and brighter, and brighter. The TV kicks on and gets louder, and louder. Sparks start pouring out of outlets and lightbulbs begin to burst.

And here comes Jolt, making a mad dash out the front door, covering his head as the porch light erupts in a shower of sparks and broken glass. He carefully takes up position in the middle of the lawn- staying as far from both the house and the power-lines overhead as he can. ]


((ooc; Jolt's regained his ability to absorb electricity from outside sources- only now outside sources are absorbing it from him. All interactions will have to be actionspam since he can't go back inside or get near a phone.))
electrowhipit: (HOLO | can't a guy get any sleep?)
So much for sleeping. Coraline, I told you weird things happen here, and I think this is one of them.

Where are all of these people even calling fr-- Wait. Wait. Hello? Are there any Autobots out there? This is Jolt. Sideswipe and I are here. If you can hear me, please respond!
electrowhipit: (HOLO | you have my attention)
It's amazing how, one day everyone can be going on about... uh... female... body parts... and one day people can be talking about morals and choices, and going home.

Whatever happens, I just hope there's a way for everyone to get what they want- whether it's a way home, or a life here. There's no reason why we have to fight each other in order for that to happen, right? I know I don't want this to become a battle. I've got one of those waiting for me at home already.

[ FILTERED TO OLIVIER ]

Olivier? I have those nails you asked for. Did you want to meet somewhere?
electrowhipit: (HOLO | jiggawut)
... Ever get the feeling you missed something?

You humans pick the weirdest things to talk about.

All that aside, is there a... well, I don't even know if such a thing exists, but is there someplace here where I can... buy plants and seeds and things? I was thinking the garden could use some more color.
electrowhipit: (HOLO | is it time to smack a bitch?)
If any of you want Sideswipe, you have to go through me first.

((ooc; If it's okay with all the involved parties, we can assume that Jolt left Flora with Harley and the rest of his "family"? In any case, he's outside of Sideswipe's place.))
electrowhipit: (HOLO | intense faaaace)
[ FILTERED FROM DRONES ]

Sounds like something's going down, and soon.

I'm here to offer protection or help to anyone who wants it. Besides, I don't know about you all, but there's no way I'm gonna be able to recha-- er, sleep after that.
electrowhipit: (HOLO | well gee this is awkward)
...

I need some help. A medic. A healer. Whatever. Sooner would be... ow. Sooner would be better than later.

I'm at Sideswipe's place... 5718 Cunningham Lane.

It was just an accident.

((ooc; This is what happens when you forget humans don't have armor plating. You'll find Jolt still sitting in the bathtub.))
electrowhipit: (HOLO | sometimes I'm a travel man)
[ There's a laugh, though it's a bit strained, a bit forced. ]

I think I've got whiplash from how fast I got yanked from the past into the future. Everyone okay?

... Speaking of whips, these would've been nice to have a couple of weeks ago. [ deadpan: ] Thanks a whole slagging lot, Mayfield.

[ private to Flora | unhackable ]

Uh. Flora? I know we haven't... been officially introduced, but I owe you. You... probably saved my life. I- um. I know you've gone through a lot lately. Are you- is there anything I can do for you?

[ private to Harley | action, since they're in the same house ]

Harley? You around?

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