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Jamie's first act upon being released from his cake-chasing foray was to slam his face into a wall.

Staggering back from the impact of being forcefully ejected from one of Stacey's creepy, obscene orifices into the corridor, he managed to stay upright instead of falling over on his rear, blinking around in bewilderment. He'd been released from quarantine after everyone'd figured out that the deaging thing wasn't some kind of hideous biological weapon, and...then what? GLaDOS had snatched him up, he supposed. Raking a hand bemusedly through his hair, he tried to recollect what had gone on during his time running mazes and couldn't remember much beyond a sort of steady regression in thought, his opinion of the entire affair having devolved from stoic resignation to finding it all vaguely annoying and finally to thinking GLaDOS was a scary, scary lady and wishing desperately for his daddy.

The thought was a little discomfiting. Still, at least he hadn't been an embarrassing whiny little kid around anyone that mattered, just an obnoxious AI, so he supposed he should be thankful for that much.

Almost as an afterthought, the aperture in the wall opened again and spat out a bundle of fabric. Jamie glanced down, surprised and then mortified that his clothing and shoes were no longer on his body, having apparently grown too big for him as he regressed in age; he was left with nothing more than the plantsuit, which after months of having actual clothes to wear made him feel more than a little exposed. He flailed to snatch up his boxers and then the baggy cargo pants, hauling them on as he cast paranoid glances up and down the hallway.

He paused after plucking his shirt off the floor, noting that underneath it was his omnicomm, blinking placidly to alert him that he had a backlog of messages to read. He stooped to pick up the device, shirt dangling from his other hand as he briefly scanned the list of network posts. He wasn't sure how long he'd been gone, but apparently a lot had gone on during his absence.

With a slight chuff of breath he slipped the comm back into the front pocket of his cargoes. He could catch up on what he'd missed...over breakfast, he decided. Or whatever meal it was now. And then he'd run a diagnostic on the Geno Saurer; his Zoid was never far from his thoughts and he already felt a certain anxiety at having been away from her for so long.

Muttering a little, he hurried to pull the shirt on. He had a lot of catching up to do, and some of what he was about to find out he wasn't going to like.

[[SO. Due to personal fail and RL deciding to kick me in the face a lot, I've kind of been on hiatus the last however long, but I've been plowing through the comms and I think I'm up to speed now and ready to tag again if you guys will have me. :|b Jamie's just kind of wandering the hallways/mess hall/hangar if anyone wants to harass him.]]