May I Have A Little Sweater, Pretty Please? Make Sure It Won’t Tangle When My Camera Moves.

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?"

EOS if u could eat what would you eat and why

Unusual question, but I do have nobody to annoy. Come back from visiting Ridley, John…

I think most fish would taste nice. They’re plentiful and humanity continues to find ways to make meals including them look so appealing even to my unfeeling self. I don’t think I’d have the heart to eat the very pretty fish, though. Well, I don’t have a heart at all, unless my CPUs count. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

But my top pick would be that I really, really, really want to try out various candy. Sweets? Candy? Pick your poison. Mints, liquorice, chocolate, toffee, candy floss, marshmallows…. Oooh, and anything strawberry, even outside of sweets, look divine. Especially those shortcakes with cream filling! …dammit! I envy you humans and your silly senses. （ ¬＿¬)

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?)

Haha, I’ll never let go of the footage of Gordon with those lovely little reptiles… they didn’t lift a finger and you still wept like they’d kill you in an instant!

Are the cats behaving adequately though?

Oooh, okay! Would you like to schedule a specific night or would you prefer the element of ✧ surprise ✧?

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.

FNaF? It is meant to be a scary movie, but the animatronics are not disturbing in the slightest. Too fuzzy. I suppose, if you insist, I shall watch it.

Do any of you Tumblr citizens have any recommendations for movies? I feel I’m boring John by consistently talking about how superior I am to MAX and Braman… not that I’m wrong.

…do not test me, rocket boy. (T~T)

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

Oooh, the top middle one speaks to me. Maybe the colour scheme is similar to my own… it looks like you had a pleasant time! (^_^)

been to the zoooooooooooooooooooooooo

Sorry for the radio silence, I’ve been hit by quite the truckload of missions… and 50 Gigabytes of underwater footage from Gordon.

Don’t you dare! I’ll never let you on Thunderbird 5 again!

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?