video; backdated to a day or so after Prom

[redshitlord]

So uh... say... you were at a thing. Having a good time, and everything is just great.

But then... your memory gets kind of fuzzy. Like, wow I shouldn't have run into that electric generator in the back of the scrapyard kind of fuzzy.

[A beat.]

Not that that's ever happened! I'm just saying!

[Okay, Sideswipe, what are you trying to get at.]

And then... you think maybe you did something kind of really weird. But you're not like... sure?

Is that just me? It's not just me, right?

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[redshitlord]

Uhhhh...



I don't know. He kinda just got all on my case about... Bee...

[He shuffles a bit, before:]

... I'm sorry. I really am. I didn't know you... knew him. Or anything.

[wreckers]

Useless.

[ She casts him off; easily and decidedly Prowl-like in its execution. ]

Did he give specifics?

[redshitlord]

Hey!

I said I didn't know! You don't have to be such a stick up the tailpipe at me!

[wreckers]

Then shut up and think.

[ She spoke with the authority of someone who saw hell on earth, and the some. ]

Before you blacked was their any other information given
Names of Autobots? Decepticons? Planeta?

[redshitlord]

[Ouch.]

He just said Bee. Because that's who I was looking for. I know Bee, Strongarm, Jazz, Grimlock, Fixit, and some weird old guy named Drift with his two minicons.

That's it.

[THAT'S ALL I CARE ABOUT. in other words.]

[wreckers]

Is Drift old by your standards? Did he associate with some cult in the hills?

[ Verity prodded like the conversation was a raw nerve or a loaded topic. ]

[redshitlord]

I don't know. He's just old and weird and boring when he goes all HONOOOORRRRRRRR.