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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | 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.

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