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[A. ACTION FOR HOUSEHOLD]
[Members of the house at 5718 Cunningham Lane may hear odd sounds coming from the garage, where their robot-not-husband/father typically spends the night. It sounds an awful lot like someone having a nightmare.]

[After a while of this, said robot will jerk awake, looking around wildly. He was so sure that dream was real... So sure, he expects to see his "Guide" still looming next to him. He hesitates, then goes to get the "phone".]

[Family members will have this brief time to get his attention, before he goes tearing off down the driveway, and out into the street.]


[B. PHONE]
What's going on? Did... what was that dream? This is some Christmas thing, isn't it?


[C. GENERAL ACTION]
[You see a silver sports car speeding down the road at a brisk pace, occasionally skidding on slick patches. Once or twice, it may transform into a silver alien robot, in order to recover from these skids.]

[He certainly looks like he's on a mission. But maybe you can get his attention.]



[D. ACTION FOR WILLIAMS ROAD]
[And at last, the car-slash-robot reaches his destination. He's making for one specific house, and residents of that house -- the Quinn residence -- are probably witness to his leaping, anxious arrival in their driveway.]

[He's got someone to see. Desperately.]

[PHONE]

Well. I think I missed the actual date, which isn't too surprising, all things considered... but.

It's been two years, Mayfield. Anyone still feel like getting out of here? Because I'm done. Officially.



[ACTION]
[After finishing the call, the Autobot rolls out. Literally. There's a specific house he's headed for, to see a specific individual. But it's sort of a long drive there, and a silver sports car isn't exactly all that subtle.]

[Feel free to catch him on the way.]

[Phone]
I have absolutely no idea what's going on, but I'll be damned if anyone breaches the defenses around my house.

If any of you humans need somewhere to hide, this place is going to be impenetrable. It's about time I got to use my blades on the drones.

[Seems like no one's really explained Zombies to Sideswipe. Even if they have, he might not have listened. He just thinks they're drones.]

If someone needs to be picked up, call. I'll come get you.


[Action]
[True to his word, the Autobot will be patrolling around his house, keeping an eye on his only family member -- Hitler -- and generally acting as a big silver guard dog should anything creepy approach.]

[He may also be pinging a certain other Autobot, just to check on him.]

[So, perhaps a certain Autobot shouldn't have cobbled together his phone contraption. It would have made this phone call infinitely harder to do, if he didn't actually have a way to do it.]

[While he sounds decidedly upset to be revealing this, he doesn't seem to be able to stop himself, either.]

... On November 17th, 2008, I landed on Earth. And proceeded to tear up freeway traffic on a highway outside of Montevideo. I... didn't stop until I hit Buenos Aries. I don't know how many humans were killed in the assault. I didn't care. They were in my way, and that was all that mattered.

... Because I was hunting the Decepticon that murdered my entire colony. He had to be killed. No matter what. No matter... how many humans had to die to get to him.

And I wonder... I wonder if that... makes me no better than he was.

[Phone]
[Since several people have assisted the giant robot in wiring up a phone he can talk into, it's easier to check on everyone. Or harass them, as the case may be.]

... Does everyone seriously believe they're from Mayfield? Are you kidding me? How...?

How many are affected?



[Action]
[Following that, the Autobot will transform, and roll out, to check on his friends in person. And housemates, but that doesn't require transforming at all.]

[Someone's been avoiding people lately. His improvised phone line, his housemates, everyone. But he has to get out sometime.]

[And, today, he'll be crawling out of his sulk on the garage floor, and making his way downtown. To the hardware store. Giant robot or no, he still wants that paint. Although, whether or not he'll actually manage to obtain it is a different story entirely.]

[Sideswipe tries to be stealthy about it, but a silver Corvette and a twenty-something-foot alien robot don't exactly blend in that well with Mayfield. He can be found crouched outside of the hardware store, debating on how exactly to get inside.]



((ooc: Feel free to run into him at the store, or on his drive. Ladies, ever wanted to be bossed around by a robot?))

[Well -- someone managed to rig up a phone out in the garage. And sounds oddly subdued for someone who's made such an accomplishment.]

... I need some paint. Black. If you don't... mind.

[And with that, he hangs up.]




[ACTION]
[Housemates and anyone else interested in meeting face-to-face can find him in the garage at his place, curled up enough into a silver ball so that even his long legs fit all the way inside.]

[If a visitor is familiar enough with the mess of panels that make up Sideswipe, they may well notice that one of the panels on his back has been scratched up. Purposefully.]

[Someone isn't taking the events of the last week or so very well at all.]

[Sometime this evening, the phone is knocked off the hook. All that can be heard are desperate little mumblings, the same words repeated over and over again.]

[It sounds like "No".]

[Cutlery rattles at some point, and the water faucet turns on.]

Please no--! Please-!


[ACTION]
[Residents of 1249 Williams Road probably noticed Jolt's friend Sideswipe hiding in the house. He'd had one arm in a sling since a day or so ago, but now it's out, and he's in the kitchen, trying to claw at his injured shoulder with his good hand.]

[It's difficult, and as he mutters his constant stream of "no", he's whimpering a bit in pain. He seems to be trying to get to the Autobot sigil on his shoulder.]

[Failing that, he goes to the sink, and starts violently splashing water on his face, scrubbing at his eyes in a panic.]

Please no--! Please-! I can't. I didn't want to--!

[Instead of blue eyes and his Autobot sigil, each time he looks in a mirror, all he sees are glowing red eyes, and a spikier, more baleful sigil. All because he has yet to murder his assigned target... ]

[ PHONE ]
Well. Nice as it is to check the phone lines again, I would have preferred to stay in my normal form for a bit longer. Jolt, if you can hear me, I'm coming to see you.



[ ACTION ]
[Members of his household will notice that their 'father' is suddenly a human again, and has removed a pair of knives from the kitchen. He says nothing, before he starts to head out to wherever it is he's going. Can you catch him before he leaves?]

[Afterward, he's headed down the street, toward Williams Road, and his giant robot friend. He keeps his eyes up, clearly looking for someone. And passing people with a suspicious look.]

[What do you do?]


((ooc: Open to victim and murderer alike.))