turn on your electric heart

[ 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?

[ 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; )

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[ 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. ]

...

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.))

[ 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.))

[ there is a long silence, then a groggy groan-slash-yawn ]

Guys? Did- did it work? I- wait. This isn't right. Ratchet-? Hello? Ow. Primus, my head. Ratchet said I might be sore, but...

[ a yelp, followed by the distinct sounds of someone falling out of bed ]

Ow. W-what's going on?! Where- what- my body--

Okay, Jolt. Let's think about this for a second. One klik I'm in the desert. On my right, Optimus. On my left... that... one mech. I never got his name. Anyway, I'm positive I did everything right, so how did I wind up here?

Frag it, I better be dreaming. Dreaming that I'm a human. In a house.

...

Forget dreaming. Maybe this is really a nightmare.

...Guys? Autobots- tell me I'm not the only one here. Please tell me I'm not the only one here.