Hmm, No. I Cannot Manipulate Tumblr Polls, If That Is What You Are Accusing Me Of. Unless Everyone Liked

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.

Yes, have no fear. I’m never too far from you in Five. And I keep your brothers contacts on standby at all times; no matter what you need them for.

Just because I don’t wear clothes doesn’t mean I can critique it. I can register quite a lot of colours and patterns! And I think these particular colour combinations, excluding C and D, make me want to make a backup in case I short circuit from fury.

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

heard you play chess

My intimidating form could scare John into letting me win… what a fantastic idea! Thank you! I do like the red LEDs in my wiring, I look even more villainous… (~v~)

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. (^_^)

With a Tamagotchi?! That’s a hundred times smaller than a pocket calculator! I could barely make coherent speech, let alone plot on how to get back at you! I’ll update my security codes as we speak to prevent this unfavourable occurrence…

And evil? If you consider me embarrassing you evil, that’s a terribly low bar. I thought you Tracy brothers had accepted I’m not so murderous anymore. If anything, you’re the evil one for thinking I’m as unintelligent as a gullible, materialistic human!

…but unfortunately, John would dump my backups somewhere in the depths of space if I dared tamper with the family photos, unless they’re embarrassing ones of him. You must have quite the offering to get me to do that willingly.

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.

EOS, important question; how much of Thunderbird 5 do you control?

Well… a lot, actually. Everything excluding some outer airlocks, some forms of communications and life support related stuff. I’m sure there’s more I’m forgetting…

Apparently John needs me to be a little less ‘bloodthirsty’ before he can relinquish all control to me if he’s out. A shame, mainly as I cannot drink blood, so I do not see what he needs to wait for.

Of course, which one would you like me to sing? I have a very pretty singing voice, if I do say so myself. (≧▽≦)

Just an fyi about the profile picture - I lost a bet with Alan

Well, actually, I was cheated out of a bet by Alan and Scott, but I’m a man of my word.

Normal service will resume in a week.

It sounds likes lots of fun, but I am certain I would absolutely demolish all of you. Not that I wouldn’t mind winning. I know Scott’s going to not let me play any Mario Party because he thinks I can modify the game in my favour… but I won’t tell you if I really can.

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 :)

Yes, have no fear. I’m never too far from you in Five. And I keep your brothers contacts on standby at all times; no matter what you need them for.

"Go back to sleep, it's safe" with EOS? 🧡

It's not clear how long the AI has been trying to rouse him, but when John wakes, he wakes like a sailor scuttling a ship on rocks, plunging and heedless, expecting imminent impact.

"NO!" Corkscrewed in his sheets, John tries to rocket upright, only to find himself tangled horribly. He nearly tips himself straight off his bunk trying to thrash himself free. He's gasping, soaked in sweat, and the image of Scott falling to his death is seared, bright, on the back of his eyelids when he blinks.

John takes a ragged, gasping breath, and tries to calm his pounding heart. It's not real. It's not real. It's not-

"E-Eos?" John's voice comes out shaky and he hates it. That's the fifth time this week. Scott, Virgil, Gordon, Alan, on a never ending loop. All it takes is one close call on a rescue, and John's polyphasic sleep rhythm is trashed. His heart is in his throat. He feels physically sick.

"Go back to sleep," She tells him, small and soft, and more worried than a computer program has any right to be. "You are perfectly safe."

Instead, John buries his head in his hands and laces his fingers tightly through the strands. He makes a hunched, painful silhouette on the hard bunk. He's trembling.

"Either go back to sleep." Eos recommends, "Or call one of your brothers." She pauses, her worried orange ring of lights circling at his side, knowing full well there's no chance of that. "...Which was it this time?"

"Scott." His voice is thick as molasses. "I-I don't think I'm going to be getting any more sleep this phase..."

There's a crackly, static sound from the AI that's probably a sigh. He's already untangling the pretzel of himself and swinging his long legs over the side of the bed - a little too eager to bury his own problems in the problems of others, up in the command sphere - no matter that those legs wobble like a new colt as he stands.

"John." She sounds exasperated.

"Eos." He sounds resigned.

I had wondered why I’d briefly started seeing the control options for non-TB5 lighting recently… don’t fear, I’m not stalking you.

WHY IS EOS HAUNTING ME?? GOOD AFTERNOON???? IM JUST TRYING TO LIGHT A THEATRE!!