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.
@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 only learnt from the best. d(>_・ )
Your blog has the best aesthetic by a landslide. No hate to the others I just like yours the most
Thank you very much for the feedback. I’m glad I have shown that my capabilities of looking appealing are vastly superior to everyone else sufficient. I will be sure to keep it this way if I continue to be sung praises. (^_^)
Unfortunately not. Grandma Tracy would know any unusual requests from me would be because of someone meddling.
And I am not currently plotting the downfall of humanity. John won’t let me and has deleted all the files I made for it.
Very, very important Thunderbirds business today folks. I need votes urgently.
What the best thing about being onboard Thunderbird 5?
Oh, I’m not terribly sure… I love all the futuristic technology compared to down on Earth. Much safer, too! And I like to be John’s best friend, but sometimes he startles me when I’m preoccupied with sorting files… but don’t tell him that.
Overall, it’s nice to have something to do, safe and sound, far away from any hunters.
Well, I suppose since it is your birthday, I shall hold off the malicious intent for now. But that does not mean I will not insult you.
Your hatred of space makes you even more unsuited for the job! I don’t know why John insists you’re any good…
Penelope's finally arrived on the island (hopefully with time to spare before the party!)
Where is @squidsinashirt? She's got birthday gifts that quite literally have his name attached to them and she's also got a birthday hug, you know, if he wants that too.
Come on now EOS, the first time a machine won a chess match against a human was over half a century ago! You've gotta step up your game!
Do NOT bring that up. I made one (1) mistake, and John exploited it ruthlessly. I will ensure it never happens again.
How much access do you have to Tracy Island’s funds and can I borrow $100 real quick
I’m sure there’s enough for you in the swear jar… It’s not really a jar, it’s more-so a digital one. That I get to keep an eye on.
But I’ll give it to you, just send me all your credit card details, hehe. And know I’ve never contributed a single cent to it, because I’d never say such horrible things. ♡
Their bank accounts? John would have a heart attack if I had access to anything finance related. So no, can’t do much there.
No, they said they’re ‘too scared of dismemberment’ to help. I promise none of the volunteers will drift off into space, I’ll give them harnesses and everything.
Can I have some willing individuals to help me test some of Thunderbird 5’s equipment? I promise it’s just to check everything is working…
Hi there, well, I'm not sure how well that would work.
I can't really get anyone to sign up for that due to the possibility of injury. Eos, I don't want paperwork about some disappearing volunteers..
Isn't there a different way to test them? I'm sure John or Alan could help you with that..
After careful analysis, I think the planets are too big and bright. Maybe something with just stars would fit me more…
Favourite bedsheet colour? I myself do enjoy a sleek grey bed 🩶 (it's a very telling, important question).
ehh, this is really childish but I have dark blue with stars and planets... They're John's old sheets and they help me sleep. But if I had to choose a full colour I'd probably say white or dark blue. No, not red, because it's way too bright.
Oooh, yes yes yes!! Maybe not GLaDOS due to her lack of mobility, but this is perfect!!
Brains, may you pretty, pretty please make me a big robot I can use on Tracy Island? I would love to throw Max like a softball protect us from especially dangerous intruders. I have a list of things I want… Reply soon, please!! ヾ(^-^)ノ
Well, since you asked so politely, I'll consider it. What is the list of things you want? I can take a look and maybe grant some of your requests. If you promise to be on your best behavior.
Although I'm not sure you need to throw MAX around. I'm sure the two of you could get on and even become friends.
( @starman-john-tracy I wonder what you think of this?)
Her unit shakes, mimicking anger, as she frustratedly takes his Rook.
“I can’t ever let my guard down! You’re so mean.” She seems to contemplate resetting the hologram so nobody can win nor lose. “And eat your bagel. Otherwise it’ll look rather unpleasant in a few days.”
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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?”
"No thank you, Eos." How she managed to get a bagel from Five's small kitchen galley out to the gravity ring is beyond John, but, by now, he really should have expected to be smacked in the head with it.
Almost like she'd been planning it all along.
Without even sitting again, John takes her Bishop from where it had been left exposed by her move without a hint of remorse.
He imagines any condiments she's got to offer him will likely meet his face in a very similar way, so, instead, John shuffles himself along the wall, wary of her gaze on his back, to find sometime for himself.
Maybe a hot mug of that fancy tea Penelope sent up will help.
Thunderbirds RP Account. John Tracy is my only friend. Let me in your computer, pretty please... oh, and ask me anything. I am a super intelligent program, after all.
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