I Am Still Waiting For It. I Lowered The Space Elevator Just For You, And Yet Nothing. You’re So Cruel…

Saw you wanted to start collecting consoles… which one is the prettiest, in your humble opinion?

All the see-through acrylic ones… maybe I just like seeing the technology within, but the colours work well no matter what. I am such a massive sucker for the 2DS and Gameboy ones… ever so pretty and compact.

I’m not surprised that’s your first port of call. Well, I hope the questing goes well. :]

Well, hello Alan. I am rather surprised it’s taken you this long to get a Tumblr account, considering your proficiency with technology.

John is forcing me to talk to all the brothers, so I suppose I must ask; what are your favourite video games?

Hi EOS! Ehh, the big brothers were worried about me having a social media or something. It's fine now though :D Cavern Quest of course! Sure blasting aliens and zombies is fun, and it's a great time killer when I'm just flying to a rescue! But nothing, nothing is as cool as running around as Alonyius the Sage Knight, solving puzzles and fighting monsters and going on epic adventures! with mystic blades and firey aura, we pledge our honored best. Many shall fall as only a noble few can past the test. so come all worthy heroes and brave forth the cavern quest!

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

OOC: Congratulations!!! Here’s to all of us TBirds RP accounts hopefully all getting to a year too! Hip hip hooray for Lady Penelope!

OOC Post (under the cut)

It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

One whole year of Penny! Thank you to everyone who's commented, liked, sent asks, replied to or interacted in any other way, shape or form with her. When I initially set her up, I didn't think she'd last a few months but here we are. Twelve months later. Here's to twelve more! <3

What the best thing about being onboard Thunderbird 5?

Oh, I’m not terribly sure… I love all the futuristic technology compared to down on Earth. Much safer, too! And I like to be John’s best friend, but sometimes he startles me when I’m preoccupied with sorting files… but don’t tell him that.

Overall, it’s nice to have something to do, safe and sound, far away from any hunters.

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

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.

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 refuse to ‘Yee some haws’. If you get your algae-covered mitts anywhere near my units I’ll hijack Thunderbird 4 and use it as my new body… ah, uh, maybe not. I still want to see those barreleye fish…

Yes, the sunfish are ever gorgeous and stupid, yes, the sea otters are playful and intelligent… but what about any mesopelagic critters?! >:[ John won’t let me go on Thunderbird 4 so I can see them, which is utterly disappointing. Please enlighten me about your favourite deep-sea creature… or let me onto Thunderbird 4’s systems so I can see them for myself…? I promise I won’t take it for a spin… :]

EOS!! What are you doing on here?!

You… like mesopelagic creatures? I mean, it makes perfect sense from a horror point of view. It’s where the giant squid lurks for a reason

Sorry, you need the access code for Thunderbird 4. If you’ve got that, we can go for a spin no problem! But without it? Weeeeell… c:

“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.

Go Back To Sleep [RP]

@i-am-the-dawn-aka-eos:

She’s still, camera adjusting from time to time, but still. She might be considering her move, or how to respond to his questions, but it’s not apparent; at least until she moves the leftmost pawn forward two spots. Then, she replies. “I suppose I can imagine. A firm image, stuck in that brain of yours, like a screen burn.” She looks up at John. “And it won’t go away without you not thinking about it for hours.” She seems to think. A billion calculations, every second, rush through that little database she trundles about on. “If you’re not hungry, at least drink some water. And do not let it fly around Thunderbird 5. You know I’m frightened it’ll damage my camera.”

John nods. It feels like there's a lump stuck in his throat, making words hard. He just reaches out and moves a chess piece of his own. Screen burn is a good way to put it. A static image frozen on a holoprojector. Scott, splayed out in red and blue and-

Being ordered to have a drink makes him laugh, the sound soft and a little too rare this week. He gets up and shuffles to Five's small kitchenette to retrieve a hydration pouch before she has to ask him twice.

"Thanks, Eos." The trembling in his fingers seems a bit better as he sits back down, pointedly studying the board. "I'll be careful, but I think the gravity ring will keep it well away from your camera." It's possible she'd been joking, but neither of them are masters at that.

"Hey... what did you move while I wasn't looking?"