[Timestamp: Tuesday afternoon]

I'm bored and I want to do something. Anyone up to heading over to the raceway? My best high-grade to anyone who can challenge me in a race and win.

[Monday, around noon]

Finally, back on base. I didn't think I would be gone so long, but things happened. And before you ask, it's none of your business where I went. Just that I'm back.

I'm exhausted, I'm filthy and I really need a re-touch on my paintjob.



[ooc; and looks who's come crawling back. Pretty much picking up where I left him, if nobody minds.]

I'm bored. Someone entertain me. There's only so much to do on base.

[Wednesday evening]

It's going to take forever to get all these rocks out of my joints and from under my armor. And I swear, the first guy who thinks it's wise to make fun of the daisies apparently growing out of my elbow...oh, he will get it. *rips daisy out of his elbow joint*

Ugh, four days buried under a hill really makes you cranky. I need high grade. And about three days in the wash racks.

[Sunday, early evening]

Fraggit, I hate weekend patrol shifts. There's nothing to do and it's time I could be spending getting other things done. Why do I always get the weekend patrols? *groans*

Bet it was Prowl's idea. Had to be. He's the one who schedules this stuff. He's been out to get me since I joined the Autobots. Frag, I'm starting to sound like Red Alert. *in a mocking tone* He's out to get me! You're all out to get me! It's all one big conspiracy!!!

I need high grade. A nice long date with the wash racks would be great. A nice long date with a certain twin of mine wouldn't be bad either

[Friday afternoon]

No more. No more. No fraggin' more.

Do you have any idea how annoying it is to have to direct traffic in the middle of rush hour when the Portland Raceway is just a hop-skip away? Stupid Prowl and his stupid "let's send Sideswipe to work off his speeding tickets!" sadism trip.

It ends now. I sold off some of the firecrackers I brought in last month to get the money to pay off the rest of the tickets. It's in your office, by the way, Prowl. I don't know where you usually pay off my tickets, so I'll leave that to you. I am not doing more of that corrective labor or whatever the slag you want to call your rush of sadistic pleasure.

I'll be in my room if anyone wants me.

[Transmitted from I-205 and Foster Road in Portland; Time: Wednesday afternoon]

I hate you, Prowl.

As if things weren't bad enough.

Red Alert's probably picked up on the fact that I snuck out of the base. He'll probably chew out my audios with one of his rants about security. Then both he and Prowl are going to come after me about the speeding tickets I managed to rack up since I left. New record, by the way. Seven speeding tickets in ten hours.

I don't even know what Prowl does to take care of those. Aside from coming up with harsh punishments for me. Can I help that I like going fast? It's not my fault that humans have stupid speed limits on their highways!

Ugh. Hitting the washracks and then going to recharge. I'm exhausted.

Just got back in from Portland. Had to go...pick up some supplies. Yeah.

Anyways. What's with the gathering out front? I saw Vortex and Swindle out there. Do you guys want me out there, just in case you need me? Someone clue me in, here.

Just got back in from patrol. I have never had such a bad time on patrol. The roads are dry and between the dust and the pollen, you can barely tell that my paintjob was red. Not to sound like my brother, but even I hate being that dirty. And to top it off, while I was recharging, a group of humans decided to hijack me and take me off my patrol route for a joy ride!

Before you even ask why I didn't just boot them out, I'm a heavy sleeper. Shut up.

I had to put aside plans for that? Someone owes me.

I should give Sunstreaker a break. Been teasing him all afternoon. The Hatchet's not going to be happy about me bugging his patients, even if the patient is my brother.

And...wait just one fraggin' minute! Why do I have patrol this weekend? I thought that shift was covered! *kicks his berth* There go my plans for the weekend! Just slagging wonderful!

Sunstreaker--Raincheck?

Slag. How long was I out? Sounds like I missed out on some fun happenings with the Decepticons. Not that I would have been able to do much, not being able to see. Optics are fixed now, thank Primus. I was going to go crazy if I had to deal with that any longer. Should really thank Mirage for getting me to the med bay. Doubt I would've made it on my own.

Buzzing's finally gone, too.

Guess I should count myself lucky that I didn't wind up with hallucinations. Nope, skipped right over those to blind, buzzing and mellowed out. Slipped up with Mirage a couple times; I remember something about close-calls with bonding moments. Ew. And Mirage, you ever catch me talking like Prime again, I want you to hit me. Scratch that, anyone catches me talking like Prime, feel free to hit me. I might not even hit back if you remind me that I told you to do it.

Okay, now I know better than to try to out-drink Ratchet. My processors are buzzing. Badly.

Slag it, I'm going back to the berth and hoping the buzzing stops. After I go purge my systems. Ooh, Primus, I'll never touch high-grade again.

...

Why do we suddenly have two doors to the wash racks? And why are my visuals blinking?

I think I'll just sit down for a bit. Yeah, that sounds good.



[ooc; seeing as I had to leave before everything good happened, I'm just going to have Sideswipe have passed out during the whole deal with Slingshot.]

Okay, so the gorge wasn't such a good idea. I'm pretty sure Ratchet can fix my suspension and replace the paneling I'm now missing, but he'll be fragged to the Pit and back. And Sunstreaker was apparently a complete idiot while I was gone and has gotten his aft handed to him like I told him he would.

He never listens.

Since everyone else is in such a huff, I'm going to go out and check out that gorge. I've been dying to take a spin around there.

Whoever managed to frag Sunny off did a wonderful job at it. You think he's bad when you threaten to lock him in the brig, you should see him when he's locked himself in his room. If it weren't for the fact that he's my brother, my slaggin' twin, I'd leave him alone.

As it stands, he is my twin and I've got high-grade. Time for some spark-to-spark talk with my bro. Better keep the med bay open; I don't trust Sunstreaker not to carry out his threats.