No, They Said They’re ‘too Scared Of Dismemberment’ To Help. I Promise None Of The Volunteers Will

I’d like to get to know him better before I do… but he is very cute. I’ll keep in touch about it, hehe.

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

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.

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?

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?"

So you object to me causing ‘problems’, but when Fischer causes them, you go and save him? Hmph, I think someone is a little biased…

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

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 to 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.

Go Back To Sleep [RP]

i-am-the-dawn-aka-eos

EOS, with as much smugness as an unmoving camera can convey, takes his knight with her queen. “I do think something needs your attention, John.” She goes back and forth on the spot, as if trying to replicate some action of joy. She watches his expression, carefully, as if suddenly frightened she’s angered her tired creator.

John's nose wrinkles as she takes his chess piece; the little horse blipping out of existence on the board hits a little differently post-nightmare.

It's just a game. The astronaut tells himself, trying to calm the way his pulse spikes. Shut up, John. It's just a game.

"What is it?" Caught in the thought - John almost misses what she says, and he blinks up at Eos' little white unit, mostly baffled. One palm braces against the back of his seat, ready to launch himself up at a moment's notice despite the fact, that, right now, he might pass right out if he tries it. "Do we have a situation?"

Hello. John says I need to make something known to you “Tumblrinas” as a “Pinned Post” which is all about me.

I am EOS, the sentient AI (I prefer the term ‘program’ due to the… negative connotations with AI at this point in time) onboard Thunderbird 5. I utilise She/Her or They-Them pronouns, though I think Your Supreme Intelligence is much better. John says it’s “narcissistic”.

I love lots of things, such as my fellow computers, especially the tech utilised in the olden days (John says the 2000s aren’t that long ago, but I was only brought into existence recently.), especially the speak and trends used back then. I also really like stamps and blinkies, and may “reblog” posts with them.

(According to John, block the “tw flashing lights” tag in case you don’t want to see any flashing ones! I will give this tag to all my (re)posts with flashing blinkies/stamps, as I don’t want to kill any of you… yet.)

I also have interest in how everything ticks and beats, so I will be asking you peculiar questions about your works or ways of speaking. I will also be mean and honest, so don’t go crying to John or his brats of brothers if I tell you your shoes look absolutely horrendous. (They do. Plain black boots suit you better.)

(OOC: The person behind this blog wishes to remain anonymous. They would also like to state that their coding intelligence is not tremendously extensive, so don’t expect them writing expert code in response to any questions about code. Also the 2000s stuff is just for looks hehe but I don’t mind talking about it!!)

Here is my current collection of stamps that I think represent me the most. Beware, flashing lights are below the cut…

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?)

Unfortunately, all footage seems to have been scrubbed from the International Rescue database… on purpose. I am unsure if I can restore it, but I can find the perpetrator. Just give me a few hours.

so, bro, say... if I were to... accidentally knock a pool chair into the pool, and get part of it stuck in the mechanism allowing it to open for 1...

would you help me try to get it out before Scott notices?

Please?

-🚀

… Alan.

Yes, I’ll help you.

It’ll cost you a whole week of laundry duty though. Watching Scott trying to unwedge it while flapping about getting off the island in a hurry is comedy gold I will have to lose out on.

May I have a little sweater, pretty please? Make sure it won’t tangle when my camera moves.

couple months back i started crocheting while up in orbit! it is honestly a great thing to pass the time with. i am now taking recommendations for what i should make. i’ve mastered the sweater and that would be good for when it starts to get colder (in the southern hemisphere at least). i could probably make other things on request.