((Gonna disappear for a little while))

((I know I just brought Jack back, but, if you follow my Cave Johnson account, then you know that I’m not going to be around. If you don’t follow my Cave Johnson account, the long and the short of it is this is my mom’s last week in town and I’m also scheduled for 50 hours at work this week.

See ya when I see ya.))

daughter-of-glados:

jackrattmann:

daughter-of-glados:

Notices that. Knows exactly who he’s talking about now.

"mm? What exactly do you mean by that then? I hope you haven’t been damaging our valuable test subjects."

"Nothing like that. More like she damaging others around here…"

Narrows his eyes and looks off to the side. His eyes also appear to have lost their green glow.

"I already know. She is rather destructive and rude." Frowns. "And sadly, I can not remove her myself."

Mumbles something about replacing her before looking back at Jack. Something really was…    off about him now. It may be since she hasn’t seen him for a while, but..

"You seem to have changed Jack, hm? Where exactly did you go?"

"A giant desert, filled with not so nice people. If you’re wondering about the eyes, well, I can’t really explain it. I just, woke up and had human brain and eyes in my head…"

That was something he was going to have to look into. Because that sort of thing doesn’t just happen. Something really weird must have happened when he was transported.

testsubjectjohnsmith sent:

Jack, just don't mention it until I got things cleared out for myself. I'll just go now, and see if I can find them. Maybe ask GLaDOS for a little guidance, who know's.

She would be the person I would go to first. God Speed, my friend.

testsubjectjohnsmith sent:

I wouldn't mind having a punching bag. *sigh* Anyway, I think I should go, look if I can find the people you talked about.

*nods*

John, I’m sorry.

testsubjectjohnsmith sent:

Sorry, I had to leave my confusion and anger somewhere. It'll be fine though, I do it more than I should really.

Heh, you should see one of the vending machines in the guest lounge. Only some of those dents came from testing an invention.

testsubjectjohnsmith sent:

I'll do what I think is best, Jack.

I would expect nothing less. Now go get some ice on that hand, because damn.

embracingpanels sent:

*totally finds your 'apartment' and totally fucking scores* Aw yeah~

embracingpanels:

jackrattmann:

embracingpanels:

jackrattmann:

Scattered about the guest lounge is a heavily dented vending machine, another not so dented vending machine that has been converted, a computer set up, several experiments left unfinished, a binder full of notes, a personal journal on the coffee table, and a few odds and ends scattered about.

*looks over the side of the couch towards the kitchen area. has some crazy aim*

*yawns*

*curls back up on the couch*

The smell of fresh brewed coffee suddenly turns sour as active bacteria that have grown from the several months of forgotten coffee grounds start to wake up and make themselves known.

*sniffs the air, sighs and throws a cushion over her head*

*figures the heat of the scolding hot water will kill off whatever’s gone funky in it*

The sour smell does indeed lighten as only the strongest of bacteria survive the scalding hot water. There is a loud whirring noise from the coffee maker as it draws in fresh water from its reservoir to prepare for a new batch.

The sudden increase in humidity around the coffee pot triggers an alarm clock that he had rigged up to detect such a rise and activate, should he be off somewhere else taking care of something while the coffee brewed.

embracingpanels sent:

*totally finds your 'apartment' and totally fucking scores* Aw yeah~

embracingpanels:

jackrattmann:

Scattered about the guest lounge is a heavily dented vending machine, another not so dented vending machine that has been converted, a computer set up, several experiments left unfinished, a binder full of notes, a personal journal on the coffee table, and a few odds and ends scattered about.

*looks over the side of the couch towards the kitchen area. has some crazy aim*

*yawns*

*curls back up on the couch*

The smell of fresh brewed coffee suddenly turns sour as active bacteria that have grown from the several months of forgotten coffee grounds start to wake up and make themselves known.

embracingpanels sent:

*totally finds your 'apartment' and totally fucking scores* Aw yeah~

embracingpanels:

jackrattmann:

embracingpanels:

jackrattmann:

embracingpanels:

jackrattmann:

Scattered about the guest lounge is a heavily dented vending machine, another not so dented vending machine that has been converted, a computer set up, several experiments left unfinished, a binder full of notes, a personal journal on the coffee table, and a few odds and ends scattered about.

*yup. scored big time*

*throws herself on the couch and squirms into it. takes out something for self defense, just in case it was still inhabited*

*just.. chills on the couch. is so going to rummage later*

An emerald ring slips out from under the couch cushion with a small note attached to it. 

*hears a tiny noise in the quiet, curious peeks over the side*

*reaches down for it* Hm? *squints, holding it up and looking at the little paper*

"Happy Birthday, Harpy!" There was a crudely drawn little heart next to that and the name Jack next to the heart.

*smirks with a snort*

Mhm, maybe history will repeat itself one day.

*chunks the ring, not really caring where it goes*

The ring goes flying and hits the coffee maker, turning it on, and soon filling the room with the smell of brewing coffee.

embracingpanels sent:

*totally finds your 'apartment' and totally fucking scores* Aw yeah~

embracingpanels:

jackrattmann:

embracingpanels:

jackrattmann:

Scattered about the guest lounge is a heavily dented vending machine, another not so dented vending machine that has been converted, a computer set up, several experiments left unfinished, a binder full of notes, a personal journal on the coffee table, and a few odds and ends scattered about.

*yup. scored big time*

*throws herself on the couch and squirms into it. takes out something for self defense, just in case it was still inhabited*

*just.. chills on the couch. is so going to rummage later*

An emerald ring slips out from under the couch cushion with a small note attached to it. 

*hears a tiny noise in the quiet, curious peeks over the side*

*reaches down for it* Hm? *squints, holding it up and looking at the little paper*

"Happy Birthday, Harpy!" There was a crudely drawn little heart next to that and the name Jack next to the heart.

embracingpanels sent:

*totally finds your 'apartment' and totally fucking scores* Aw yeah~

embracingpanels:

jackrattmann:

Scattered about the guest lounge is a heavily dented vending machine, another not so dented vending machine that has been converted, a computer set up, several experiments left unfinished, a binder full of notes, a personal journal on the coffee table, and a few odds and ends scattered about.

*yup. scored big time*

*throws herself on the couch and squirms into it. takes out something for self defense, just in case it was still inhabited*

*just.. chills on the couch. is so going to rummage later*

An emerald ring slips out from under the couch cushion with a small note attached to it. 

jackrattmann sent:

*whistles while walking along the path laid out for him, thankful that he isn't going to get burninated* Don't suppose you could tell me more about Aperture, could you?

omnipotentapertureai:

jackrattmann:

omnipotentapertureai:

No.

Okay then. So, what areas am I allowed in when I’m not testing?

The areas are usually sealed, it will not be hard to tell.

Right, so, any area that’s sealed off is a no-go. Understood.

*starts to whistle Blue Moon*

embracingpanels sent:

*totally finds your 'apartment' and totally fucking scores* Aw yeah~

Scattered about the guest lounge is a heavily dented vending machine, another not so dented vending machine that has been converted, a computer set up, several experiments left unfinished, a binder full of notes, a personal journal on the coffee table, and a few odds and ends scattered about.

jackrattmann sent:

*whistles while walking along the path laid out for him, thankful that he isn't going to get burninated* Don't suppose you could tell me more about Aperture, could you?

omnipotentapertureai:

No.

Okay then. So, what areas am I allowed in when I’m not testing?

embracingpanels sent:

*wants to sew your mouth shut*