I did not say how much my CPUs slowed down. It was not a lot, but I wished to dispel the problem before you started sending 5k videos. I will automatically redirect all sendings to your computer if you start trying to be funny.
And I’d rather not have my footage of Sea Angels interrupted by that big yellow tin can.
Hello, Gordon. I request you lower the amount of images of sea life you send in one go. Your most recent batch could constitute as a zip bomb, and slow my poor CPUs for quite a while just to unpack it all. As much as I adore the images, I fear I’ll explode if I get any bigger batches.
Hello EOS.
Unfortunately, all my dive photos and TB4 snaps are uploaded as a single file, with no possible way to edit. This is because each of them is excellent, all fish are friends and they’re all of extreme scientific importance.
I thought you were meant to be advanced? My old Mac can shift through them quicker than that ;)
I’ll make sure to upload full 5K, hour long videos of my trips instead. You might get more of a chance to enjoy watching the fish if your processes aren’t being overwhelmed with photos of a dolphin’s face.
Lots of love,
Gordon and the fish 🐠♥️
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.
i-am-the-dawn-aka-eos
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 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.
"Oh." John breathes, the tension bleeding from his shoulders and leaving him a little curled over in his seat. It makes the astronaut look far smaller than he has any right to be. "Of course- I- Thank you Eos."
He picks up and moves another chess piece with numb fingers, sucks in a deep, steadying breath, then exhales it all at once. The smile he puts on for her is paper thin.
"Don't suppose you got that on video?" John suggests, weakly. "How many dollars does he owe the swear jar?"
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.
@i-am-the-dawn-aka-eos:
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 change's nothing new, but always welcome.
"Let me know if it needs my attention." That dreaded crumple is back between his eyebrows, and John, now on the edge of his seat, looks plenty ready to drag himself up into the commsphere and throw his tired corpse into work at a moment's notice. Absently, he moves his next chess piece; foolishly landing a knight right where Eos' queen can easily take it. He doesn't seem to have noticed - neither that nor the shifting light reflecting off the planet below. His eyes are more half-lidded than open, and he muffles another yawn in his palm.
They're not currently geostationary, and Five has been slowly passing from the daylight side of the globe into the shadow of night. Maybe the darkness will finally persuade the anxiety John's been rife with that he really would be better off asleep. The bright artificial lighting inside the gravity ring isn't going to help with that though.
Ooh, I don’t know… orange, to fit with your suit, maybe some greys and white…
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.
I can certainly do that; but it’ll take a lot of convincing to get Scott to let me play. Don’t be too suspicious and it’ll be smooth sailing from there.
And a wager? I’m not sure what I could possibly bet…
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 :)
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.
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..
I will look through security footage of the outside perimeter, and note the birds spotted on camera if nothing interesting happens.
No Cavern Quest for me. Too much going on. I like a good text-based adventure, or board games.
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 :)
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. ( ¬_¬)
Just got my CPU handed to me by John and his stupid chess knowledge… Do not interact… (`曲´)
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?
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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