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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.”

Go Back To Sleep [RP]

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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.

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?”

Go Back To Sleep [RP]

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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.

That's what finally makes John laugh, small and weary. He tips his head back, neck long, to quietly regard her camera. There's no part of him that wants to eat, but he also knows she won't stop asking until he does. It's one of the things that won Scott over on his murder-robot-friend in the first place.

"But you're beating me so thoroughly at chess." He smiles, skips his queen over the board, ready to take one of her knights, then pushes himself up to stand.

John Tracy sways worryingly on his feet, his head going horribly light as the blood rushes away from it. Through the static, he reaches a blue-clad hand up to brace himself on Eos' camera unit; her box warm and alive under his fingers, and takes a moment to breathe.

He's just so very... tired.

"What's-" John starts, the curl of his hair shadowing his eyes, "What's on the menu, Eos?"

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.

Go Back To Sleep [RP]

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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?"

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]

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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?"