I hate it when a certain someone accesses the International Rescue files… Even though I may clean up the stray files quickly, I’d rather that past rescue missions don’t wander into the MAX backups in the first place! You know who you are…
I want a dark blue blanket with stars and planets!!
E-Er, just so I can let John know when I’m powered off, on the rare occasion it happens…
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.
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.
So.... considering you started off with game architecture, which is superior? X-box , Playstation, or PC?
Personal Computer, all the way. Especially with recent generations of console having next to no exclusive games, and ports of older games coming to PCs. Unless the consoles step it up, I’m sticking with my lovely little computer! (^^)
…but, if I could, I’d collect consoles and their controllers… they are ever so pretty, some of them, but alas Thunderbird 5 can only carry so much. (^^;)
If I had this body, know I would be rubbing my clawed hands mischievously at this moment…
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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~)
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.
Hello ... EOS ... so that's your name? huh? did you like my little virus? Feeling better?
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U-Urk! So you’re the horrible little thing that’s been messing with me… I won’t let it happen again, Havoc. I’ll have developed the appropriate firewalls for that nasty thing… so don’t pull it again.
John! John, I’m so sorry, I’m back online now, promise!! ε=ε=(っ* ´□` )っ
OOC: I currently have a very bad headache (to the degree it’s kinda disorienting to stand up too quick) and will be replying to posts less frequently. I’ll reblog with an update tomorrow, but I don’t expect to get better as sleeping all day hasn’t helped a lot aside from taking away the ache when I’m asleep. When it’s over I’ll return to my usual routine of replying every time I open Tumblr.
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.
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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?"
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?
Hehe, always. I think if you want to stick with casual and something sea-themed, I think a darkish blue shirt with, say, a sea otter pattern, would look lovely, with some sand-coloured shorts or trousers, depending on the season. Not that Tracy Island is ever cold. And sandals without socks. You can accessorise from there. (Maybe with little bracelets, made of tiny seashells… or! Little friendship bracelets…)
Sorry if it’s too… plain, for your multicoloured wardrobe, but I like to stick to simple.
Very, very important Thunderbirds business today folks. I need votes urgently.
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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