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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…

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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.

Well, I hope that all goes swimmingly. And I wouldn’t mind dealing with the more unruly ones…

I see you also have a Tumblr account, Lady Penelope. Are you as equally pestered as you are in the real world?

EOS! Hello, darling. How are you finding your experience so far?

I find it equal, in all honesty. Perhaps more so, in some respects. Though 'pestered' might not be the word I'd choose to describe it. The connotations are... a little unfair. People are curious, and there is nothing wrong with a little curiosity.

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.

Go Back To Sleep [RP]

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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.

Gordon has been… unwilling in giving me the access code to Thunderbird Four. He did promise to send me some pictures of deep sea creature, however.

Hi EOS.

Have you ever considered taking a deep swim? Servers and all? Maybe in a nice reef somewhere?

Gordon, is that you? Hmph. I will not be dumping my precious servers and backups into a reef. John would not be happy with the cleanup… If my camera was built to resist the depths, then I would not mind putting my camera, and camera alone, into the ocean.

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]

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“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?"

“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?"

I assume Grandma Tracy is hoarding lots. John has lots of orange thread for fixing his baldric up. I have wires of varying colours, but I’m not sure if the beads are big enough for them…

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Hi Eos what it’s like in thunderbird 5 I am a close friend of Johns

Hello! It’s nice to see John getting closer to his friends. Be nice! Thunderbird 5 is lovely. I’m very glad I’m anchored to the rail on the ceiling, I’d rather not float around in low gravity. And it’s much less stressful than having to constantly hide as inconspicuous code back on earth… though some rescues make my processors run far too fast. My only complaint is that I wish I could have control of the arm on the outside of Thunderbird 5 again. John always says I might use it for bad, but I’ve learn my lesson, promise!

Hehe. Sorry, I didn’t expect you to want to wear it. I’m happy with making ones that just look pretty.

And, plus, it’s only an arm. As long as you don’t irritate me I shouldn’t be a hazard at all! And I’ll go back to being a “harmless little box” back on Thunderbird 5 afterwards.

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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.”

Her worried state drops disconcertingly quickly, probably to try and make him more cheery too. “Oooh, yes please! I think you’ll win, in honesty, but I’ll still put up a fight—“

She swiftly stops herself, before she examines him, his shaking becoming too obvious (to her, at least). With behaviours akin to a not-as-intelligent robot staring him down, she seems to read his behaviours like a book. “Do you… would you like to eat first? Maybe that will help the shaking.” It’s difficult to name the emotion in her voice.

Hmph! My processors are dedicated to other things than this… but I suppose I wouldn’t mind making one. However, you’d either have to follow the instructions for what pattern I want or hook me up to a robotic arm.

Maybe we could have matching ones that say “Artificial Intelligence” and “Natural Stupidity”? Not to call you stupid! Alan said it’s the opposite of Artificial Intelligence, and I took a liking to it, hehe. I’d like to make one with glittery sliver beads, as well… a couple for John too…

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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.

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Her worried state drops disconcertingly quickly, probably to try and make him more cheery too. “Oooh, yes please! I think you’ll win, in honesty, but I’ll still put up a fight—“

She swiftly stops herself, before she examines him, his shaking becoming too obvious (to her, at least). With behaviours akin to a not-as-intelligent robot staring him down, she seems to read his behaviours like a book. “Do you… would you like to eat first? Maybe that will help the shaking.” It’s difficult to name the emotion in her voice.

She tilts her ‘head’ as best a little camera can. “No, nothing, unfortunately. But you can tune into frequencies for anything of interest.” She pauses, trundling closer to him on her rail, her camera squinting at him.

“I know that’s not what you wanted to hear. W-Would you like to play a game o-or sort through those files you’ve been talking about?”

Two highly uncharacteristic stutters. Was it on purpose to make him more aware of how truly nervous she felt about his state? Or her CPU was too slow for her, for once? It’s impossible to tell with her.

She tilts her ‘head’ as best a little camera can. “No, nothing, unfortunately. But you can tune into frequencies for anything of interest.” She pauses, trundling closer to him on her rail, her camera squinting at him.

“I know that’s not what you wanted to hear. W-Would you like to play a game o-or sort through those files you’ve been talking about?”

Two highly uncharacteristic stutters. Was it on purpose to make him more aware of how truly nervous she felt about his state? Or her CPU was too slow for her, for once? It’s impossible to tell with her.

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.

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!

Just because I don’t wear clothes doesn’t mean I can critique it. I can register quite a lot of colours and patterns! And I think these particular colour combinations, excluding C and D, make me want to make a backup in case I short circuit from fury.

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Personally, I like Thunderbird 5 more, but I bet if I was let onboard sometimes, I’d place Shadow second… can I try Shadow out, Kayo? Pretty please…?

what’s ur fav feature of tbird shadow? I like the grabby legs the most they’re so cool compared to the lame landing gear of the other birds

Shadow's landing gear is definitely the coolest of the Thunderbirds - Brains told me he was inspired by eagles, which are excellent birds (though crows and ravens are my favourite kinds of bird, we have a lot in common). Shadow's also the only Thunderbird that can drive on land thanks to her motorbike form and it's honestly so much fun to lord that fact over my brothers. (And no Virgil, your PODs don't count.) Overall favourite feature is probably her invisibility though, because I can sneak up on people and irritate my brothers (mostly Gordon, he's just so easy to make fun of!).

I will always maintain that Shadow is the best Thunderbird. Better than the oversized green bean, at any rate.

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.

They are all hideous to me. Please enlighten me as to why you think they are appealing?

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Hi EOS.

Have you ever considered taking a deep swim? Servers and all? Maybe in a nice reef somewhere?

Gordon, is that you? Hmph. I will not be dumping my precious servers and backups into a reef. John would not be happy with the cleanup… If my camera was built to resist the depths, then I would not mind putting my camera, and camera alone, into the ocean.

Do you participate in Tracy Island drama???

I dabble in it, yes. I like to help John in his arguments, petty or not, with his brothers. It’s rather amusing to hear the silly things they squabble about sometimes. (I have a few stories if you’re interested…)

In the unlikely occasion they’d come after me, I have enough blackmail to keep them quiet until the end of their lives. It’s amusing how flustered they get over such things. However, I’m not willing to leak it here. Unless provoked…

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…

I can assist the expedition, if you so wish, Fischler. I promise my management of life support and other important survival aspects won’t get International Rescue involved. John can back me up; I am excellent at keeping him alive.

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…

Hmph. I suppose I can live with this. We have a deal.

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:

They are both ideal candidates, but I doubt the Hood would be willing to be shot into space, let alone approach me about it. Fischler keeps shoving off to the other side of the globe every time we find him… it’s like trying to find a wrong input in binary.

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…

Perhaps. I do not think someone of his personality would be a fan of silly movies like that, but I think he’d humour you. And… games? By the looks of it, you just watch the robots for the night. A simple Python program could do 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.

EOS, how’d you feel about a body with arms and legs, like Braman?

I want a big, tough body so I can “throw hands” with anyone who opposes me. Maybe with a couple hundred tools hidden on my person. I could be such a help by smashing apart obstacles and any horrible enemy in our path. Please, Brains, let me be big and intimidating so I can finally be the superior robot on Tracy Island.

Thank you very much for the welcome. Unfortunately, John has already found my account and is telling me asking for volunteers for being shot into space is “bad”. Hopefully I can evade his spying and get someone to help…

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…

Ooh, yes, I’d love to watch those… but yes, alas, John says they’ll be a “bad influence” and “might make me try and kill again”. Hmph! As if my opinion can be swayed with a single movie.

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.