Of Course, Which One Would You Like Me To Sing? I Have A Very Pretty Singing Voice, If I Do Say So Myself.

OOC: I currently have a very bad headache (to the degree it’s kinda disorienting to stand up too quick) and will be replying to posts less frequently. I’ll reblog with an update tomorrow, but I don’t expect to get better as sleeping all day hasn’t helped a lot aside from taking away the ache when I’m asleep. When it’s over I’ll return to my usual routine of replying every time I open Tumblr.

Her worried state drops disconcertingly quickly, probably to try and make him more cheery too. “Oooh, yes please! I think you’ll win, in honesty, but I’ll still put up a fight—“

She swiftly stops herself, before she examines him, his shaking becoming too obvious (to her, at least). With behaviours akin to a not-as-intelligent robot staring him down, she seems to read his behaviours like a book. “Do you… would you like to eat first? Maybe that will help the shaking.” It’s difficult to name the emotion in her voice.

She tilts her ‘head’ as best a little camera can. “No, nothing, unfortunately. But you can tune into frequencies for anything of interest.” She pauses, trundling closer to him on her rail, her camera squinting at him.

“I know that’s not what you wanted to hear. W-Would you like to play a game o-or sort through those files you’ve been talking about?”

Two highly uncharacteristic stutters. Was it on purpose to make him more aware of how truly nervous she felt about his state? Or her CPU was too slow for her, for once? It’s impossible to tell with her.

Do you participate in Tracy Island drama???

I dabble in it, yes. I like to help John in his arguments, petty or not, with his brothers. It’s rather amusing to hear the silly things they squabble about sometimes. (I have a few stories if you’re interested…)

In the unlikely occasion they’d come after me, I have enough blackmail to keep them quiet until the end of their lives. It’s amusing how flustered they get over such things. However, I’m not willing to leak it here. Unless provoked…

Placing a pawn defensively in the way, EOS doesn’t move a single centimetre, millimetre, nothing, as John places a hand on her unit. But he can see the camera zoom out, as if his closeness makes him too blurry in EOS’s eye. She seems to notice his weariness, shakiness, the underlying panic and fear he’ll fall over and smash through the reinforced glass like a cannonball.

And then a bagel smacks him in the ear, telling him that’s probably not what she’s thinking about.

“The usual. There are other things, of course, but you might as well have that bagel I’ve gleefully given to you… Would you like some condiments with that?”

Go Back To Sleep [RP]

@i-am-the-dawn-aka-eos:

She sends it to his side of the chess field. “I can hear two shiny dollars going into the jar.” She moves her camera. “Ah! Do you think you could eat now? It has been… 7 hours, 5 minutes and 13 seconds since you last ate anything.” She trundles closer. “I would advise against a no, but I lack the equipment to stop you.” While being mildly threatening, she discreetly moves her bishop. She weaves between the emotions she conveys like a bullet train; always trying to cover as many stops as she can before her turn to speak is over.

That's what finally makes John laugh, small and weary. He tips his head back, neck long, to quietly regard her camera. There's no part of him that wants to eat, but he also knows she won't stop asking until he does. It's one of the things that won Scott over on his murder-robot-friend in the first place.

"But you're beating me so thoroughly at chess." He smiles, skips his queen over the board, ready to take one of her knights, then pushes himself up to stand.

John Tracy sways worryingly on his feet, his head going horribly light as the blood rushes away from it. Through the static, he reaches a blue-clad hand up to brace himself on Eos' camera unit; her box warm and alive under his fingers, and takes a moment to breathe.

He's just so very... tired.

"What's-" John starts, the curl of his hair shadowing his eyes, "What's on the menu, Eos?"

I have a list of what we can do to these horrible whale nay-sayers… just to make it clear that they need to change their line of thought, that’s all.

This came to me when I was half asleep:

I sure will!! I refuse to lose to you so embarrassingly easily again! (\ _ /)

Just got my CPU handed to me by John and his stupid chess knowledge… Do not interact… (`曲´) 

Hmm, no. I cannot manipulate Tumblr polls, if that is what you are accusing me of. Unless everyone liked my breakdown on how awful the colours are…

Very, very important Thunderbirds business today folks. I need votes urgently.

OOC: I currently have a very bad headache (to the degree it’s kinda disorienting to stand up too quick) and will be replying to posts less frequently. I’ll reblog with an update tomorrow, but I don’t expect to get better as sleeping all day hasn’t helped a lot aside from taking away the ache when I’m asleep. When it’s over I’ll return to my usual routine of replying every time I open Tumblr.

She nods. “I’m just monitoring the frequency of a few boats, they seem to be testing some new hull tech. If it goes wrong, well, let’s say I get lots of time to plot my next move.” She snickers, before making a move.

The Earth, shining big, bright and blue below, decides to shine a little more sharply, lighting up the section they sat in with a glow akin to the light of an aquarium, blue and brilliant, with the stars acting as the fast, silvery fish, and the faint presence of the moon a large ray.

And then, as swiftly as it started, the Earth shone a little less brightly, the stars slinking away back to being little flicks of paint against the deep dark, the moon as rough as sandpaper. But still, it felt pleasant, not so harsh, and familiar. EOS seemed to watch the changes with him, the changes nothing new, but always welcome.

Go Back To Sleep [RP]

@i-am-the-dawn-aka-eos:

“I have not moved anything!” If she could make more faces on her lights than a smiley face, it’d be a very firm frown right now. She highlights the pawns. “See? The pawns haven’t moved since you looked away.” After returning the colours to normal, she moves her rook to stand behind the pawn. “Now it’s your turn.” For a brief moment, she’s focused; not on the game, but something else. Perhaps a stray file or incoming message. She moves, almost suddenly, but does not speak.

John chuckles at her indignation and obediently moves another piece of his own. He's hunched forward, elbows on knees, to be closer to the board. John's free hand ends up bracing his cheek in an effort to keep his head up and the spaceman muffles a yawn in the palm of his hand. At least, with Eos, he doesn't have to pretend he's not tired. She has his stats. She knows it even better than he does.

He notices the red flicker of her lights though, and quirks an eyebrow up at her unit.

"Everything alright?" John asks, "Not stuck for your next move are you?" The nightmare feels more distant now, just one of the many, with the steady glow of the chess set and the peaceful rotation of the Earth through the borosilicate glass below them. "Eos?"

I will look through security footage of the outside perimeter, and note the birds spotted on camera if nothing interesting happens.

No Cavern Quest for me. Too much going on. I like a good text-based adventure, or board games.

Kayo! I am ever so bored on Thunderbird Five. Please let me do some security work, please…? ^_^ I promise it’ll be up to whatever standards you have!

EOS, hello. Is John being boring again?

You're very welcome to review the island's security footage for the day, but it might make you even more bored than you are now. Other than that, there's not much to do I'm afraid - but I'm playing Cavern Quest at the minute so if that's your sort of thing you're very welcome to join me :)