Sideswipe || Human

65 - Bah Humbug - Backdated to the 19th

weaponsparked — Fri, 23 Dec 2011 10:00:38 GMT

[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.]

64 - Phone | Action

weaponsparked — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 23:32:29 GMT

[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.]

63 - Event: Zombies

weaponsparked — Tue, 20 Sep 2011 08:39:08 GMT

[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.]

62 - Action

weaponsparked — Fri, 05 Aug 2011 00:46:01 GMT

[Ladies and gentlemen of Mayfield, start your engines. There is a silver Corvette racing up and down your streets, tearing up the pavement -- only not literally, but still.]

[If you encounter this car, you have several options. Either scream at him to quiet down, join in the race, or... well. Throw things.]

[Either way, Sideswipe has energy to burn, and dammit, he's going to burn it by playing racecar on Mayfield's streets.]

[Dare you approach this reckless vehicle?]

[Dare you?]

61 - Event - Stage 3

weaponsparked — Fri, 15 Jul 2011 05:23:18 GMT

[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.

60 - 0% Droning - For once something good has happened (Backdated to the 4th)

weaponsparked — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 19:28:50 GMT

[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.]

59 - Action - Father's Day

weaponsparked — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 09:23:54 GMT

[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?))

58 - Phone - Backdated to the end of the event

weaponsparked — Tue, 07 Jun 2011 09:22:04 GMT

[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.]

57 - Event || Action // Phone

weaponsparked — Mon, 30 May 2011 08:55:58 GMT

[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... ]

56 - Event / Phone / Action

weaponsparked — Sat, 28 May 2011 19:07:12 GMT

[ 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.))

55 - Action - Mother's Day

weaponsparked — Mon, 09 May 2011 03:36:14 GMT

[Considering someone still hasn't figured out how to access the phones in his real form, the Autobot has yet to realize Mayfield has, once again, done something crazy for the holiday.]

[He's just going about his business, as usual, seeking a way to tap back into the phone lines again.]

[Sideswipe can be found in a number of places:

A: Cruising through the streets in his vehicle form.

B: Lounging in the driveway of his house, in his robot form.

C: Sitting outside the hardware store, in his vehicle form... and his holographic driver leaning casually against the hood. It looks like a perfectly normal human male, unless touched.]

54

weaponsparked — Sat, 23 Apr 2011 22:20:13 GMT

[In the driveway of 5718 Cunningham Lane, there is a giant alien robot, half in, half out of the garage. He appears to be trying to get into the wall, or pull some wiring out of it.]

Oh come on now...

[As happy as Sideswipe is to be back in his normal body, it's been difficult to keep up with current events without access to the phone lines. He's decided to try and hack into them the old-fashioned way.

Of course, not being trained in any sort of hacking beyond his body's normal capacity for it... he's having less than successful results.

Approach?]

53

weaponsparked — Tue, 29 Mar 2011 03:23:57 GMT

[Residents of 5718 Cunningham Lane, there is a Corvette in your driveway -- if it still exists. Since... an Autobot isn't going to fit in the house, after all. It just sits there, still, silent, looking for all the world like a perfectly ordinary car.

Until the engine suddenly revs, and it streaks backward into the streets. For a second, it sits there, shivering on its wheels.

And then it's off. Driving, prowling the damaged, broken streets of Mayfield. It appears to be searching for something. Or someone.

Do you meet the car:

A. In the driveway?

- or -

B. In the streets?]

52

weaponsparked — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 06:50:24 GMT

... Just when you think it can't possibly get any worse, we're greeted with another terrifying look into the drones of Mayfield.

Regardless.

There is clearly something on that highway we're not supposed to find. I, for one, intend to go back. Headwound or no... I'm willing to pack a few into the car, such that it is, if there are any takers.

So yes. I'm going back. And I'm going to find some answers.

...

And, Sophie? All Spark, I am so sorry.

51

weaponsparked — Fri, 18 Feb 2011 22:28:26 GMT

This has got to be an all-time low...

You know what, Mayfield? I will never, despite your designs to the contrary, take an interest in a human. That's disgusting. And it's vile.

If I should catch the one responsible for that little escapade, I will personally carve their spark out.

So there!

[That said, the Autobot violently hangs up the phone, before storming outside to the front lawn, and beginning to attack the living daylights out of a poor piece of shrubbery. Disturb if you so desire it!]

50

weaponsparked — Wed, 05 Jan 2011 06:42:43 GMT

... All in favor of getting away from the terrifying child, say "Aye"!

Because, you know? Siding with the slightly less homicidal, static-warped voice doesn't sound like half a bad plan, at this point.

48 - Action

weaponsparked — Sun, 26 Dec 2010 22:53:48 GMT

[Someone finally figured out just what it was his note from Santa meant. And is now doing his best to try and avoid the consequences of it. He's not doing a very good job. He can be found either:

1. Running. Just plain running down the sidewalk, on his way to the park, or some other unpopulated area. Or, at least, what he thinks will be an unpopulated area.

2. Stumbling across a drone in his path. Upon reaching said drone, he will stagger, looking completely and utterly stricken -- assaulted with an incredible feeling of pain, of anguish, until he can't hardly move.

3. In the park, finally, and sitting under a tree, probably in the snow. As far away from anyone as he thinks he can get.]

47

weaponsparked — Wed, 22 Dec 2010 20:24:07 GMT

Well, if that radio broadcast was any indication...

We're doomed. Especially, if you actually wrote to that Santa individual. I can't see how that's going to end well at all.

[So says the one who wrote a lengthy letter himself, but there'll be time to discuss rampant hypocrisy later.]

... At least we've a little warning, this time, anyway.

46

weaponsparked — Sun, 28 Nov 2010 09:35:50 GMT

... Next time I decide to open my mouth and do something incredibly foolish involving a holiday, my fellow prisoners are welcome to beat me.

With bricks, preferably.

[And with that announcement, he hangs up. That's all he's got to say, apparently.]

45

weaponsparked — Fri, 26 Nov 2010 01:38:57 GMT

And, once again, it would seem we've entered the holiday season... I can't say I'm all that impressed.

Delivering food? Is that really all? And this one doesn't even have anything particularly nasty inside.

[To prove this point, he'll try a bite. Over the phones. He seems perfectly fine with all of this... for about three seconds. Then he promptly chokes, and there's the sound of a body hitting the floor.

... Someone should really listen closer when the phones start going off. Housemates can find him sprawled on the floor, quite thoroughly poisoned. Good job, Autobot.]

44

weaponsparked — Wed, 24 Nov 2010 08:28:30 GMT

Are we all done mourning for the dearly departed general yet? I'm sure she would have felt just as terrible about the loss of the rest of you, as you would have her.

[And if you can't tell he's being sarcastic here, you're probably a rock, or something else that isn't sentient.]

Can we start figuring out a real way to get home how?

43

weaponsparked — Wed, 17 Nov 2010 05:12:34 GMT

[Well, someone just glanced at the calender for the first time in a while. And is shocked to discover the date. After a bit, he picks up the phone.]

Apparently... I've been here over a year now. I had no idea. [A pause.] I'm... not sure how I feel about this... Certainly seems longer in... this body.

So ah. That's all then, I suppose. Unless there's... something I should be... doing right now?

42 - Action

weaponsparked — Sat, 06 Nov 2010 00:20:51 GMT

[There is an Autobot in your park. He's been there for some time, apparently working out. It's the best way he can find to vent frustrations, and not think about recent events. Should anyone venture into said park, they may very well run into said Autobot alternating between one of these interesting locations:

- jogging along the various paths and such, not looking where he's going. And by "jogging", we mean "sprinting".

- beating the sap out of a convenient bush with his weapons just off one of those aforementioned paths. He appears very focused.

- flopped on a bench, his arm over his face, and taking up as much space as possible.

No matter where he's found, it's obvious his mind is elsewhere entirely.]

41

weaponsparked — Tue, 26 Oct 2010 04:18:21 GMT

What... What just happened? A house just went... down on this street...

[Silence. The Autobot is rather obviously shaken, but doing his best to hide it. If one house went down, what about the others? What about everyone he cares for...?]

Has anyone... survivors. Has anyone checked the downed houses for survivors?

[Regardless of the answer, he will arm himself, and head outside, toward 5720 Cunningham Lane. Family members can catch him before he leaves, as can anyone on the phones. Or anyone attempting to perform needless heroics.]

40

weaponsparked — Thu, 21 Oct 2010 05:33:03 GMT

I'm not going to pretend I understand what exactly is going on here. However, considering how long I've been here, and how this town operates, I believe it's a safe assumption that something bad is either here, or on its way.

Explosions are never good, at any rate.

So... whatever's coming, if you require protection of any kind, I'm offering my abilities. Regardless of our past history, the majority of you are human, and it's my duty as an Autobot to look after you.

I'm not afraid of anything this town has to throw at us. We've survived horrors before. And... I'll do what I can to make sure it will stay that way.

[And, before he runs out of steam on that peptalk, he hangs up - intending to go out in back of his house and swing his blades at a few unsuspecting shrubs.]