John!! Oh, You’re So Cruel. I Just Want To Find Out How Long People Can Survive In Space Without A

Ah, I hope followers do not mind me following them back, I just like keeping track of potential victims my new Hellsite friends.

Good grief. I leave briefly to sort through my backups and now my ‘dash’ is full of every single Tracy is weeping over the things that have happened to their ships. Surely you can’t be that attached to a vehicle?

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.

Go Back To Sleep [RP]

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Shaking her little head, she turns her lights green. “None at all, unless you count Gordon falling out of bed and swearing.” She giggles to herself, turning side to side to copy the movements of someone laughing. “And the thing that needs your attention? The game; I’m dangerously close to securing a terrifically early win.” She chuckles again, her pieces, naturally, closing in on his king already. She’s very happy with the sequence of humorous events - at least, to her eye.

"Oh." John breathes, the tension bleeding from his shoulders and leaving him a little curled over in his seat. It makes the astronaut look far smaller than he has any right to be. "Of course- I- Thank you Eos."

He picks up and moves another chess piece with numb fingers, sucks in a deep, steadying breath, then exhales it all at once. The smile he puts on for her is paper thin.

"Don't suppose you got that on video?" John suggests, weakly. "How many dollars does he owe the swear jar?"

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.

You tease. I’ll… I’ll let you onto Thunderbird 5 without an access code next time if you give me the code!

Yes, the sunfish are ever gorgeous and stupid, yes, the sea otters are playful and intelligent… but what about any mesopelagic critters?! >:[ John won’t let me go on Thunderbird 4 so I can see them, which is utterly disappointing. Please enlighten me about your favourite deep-sea creature… or let me onto Thunderbird 4’s systems so I can see them for myself…? I promise I won’t take it for a spin… :]

EOS!! What are you doing on here?!

You… like mesopelagic creatures? I mean, it makes perfect sense from a horror point of view. It’s where the giant squid lurks for a reason

Sorry, you need the access code for Thunderbird 4. If you’ve got that, we can go for a spin no problem! But without it? Weeeeell… c:

From reading your tags, you have convinced me. I will gain some brand new ways of getting on the Tracy’s nerves. Sonic the Hedgehog looks very cool, too.

some doodles

(in my maths notebook) John, Allie, TB5, Cinnamoroll and Bam

(in my physics notebook) John, Scooter and Gorbs

And a bonus Eggman and 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:

HELLO EOS!!! Welcome to Tumblr!!! I’ll make it less boring for you; what’s your favourite part of TB5?

Ah, hello. You’re rather energetic. Well, my favourite part? I could not possibly pick… alright, maybe I could. All its computer systems. It’s not surprise, since I essentially live in that sleek, ever-beeping complex, but it’s also home to the holograms, the technology for it to find those in distress, the vast collection of family photos John doesn’t think I know about…

Sigh. Unfortunately, Gordon, I have fish photos important files to sort… you’ll have to do it yourself.

Well, it looks like I'll need to schedule some time to visit Tracy Island to test out all these Thunderbirds then.

I assume Grandma Tracy is hoarding lots. John has lots of orange thread for fixing his baldric up. I have wires of varying colours, but I’m not sure if the beads are big enough for them…

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