sur·viv·al

joseph cooper. father, engineer, astronaut. searching for a new home, a new hope, because earth's running out of time. [indie cooper rp, not spoiler free.]

[chiefengineertrip-blog]

hey y’all, just a little psa for you.

my semester just started, and in addition to a full course load, i’m directing a ten minute scene in a play festival . so school work and rehearsal/ theater commitments come before my role-playing. as one would expect.

so, in a way, all of my rp blogs are on a semi-hiatus. at least until the festival is over (which is valentines day). it really depends on how my classes go.

this doesn’t mean i won’t reply at all — on the contrary, i’ll be online as much as i’m able to be. but replies won’t be very consistent, at least not often. 

you can still message me on the blogs i frequent more: jim (kirk-jamestiberius), trip (chiefengineertrip), and my personal (queeertrek), all of which have links to their corresponding ask box, just for reference.

thank you guys for your understanding!

maggie             xoxo

[augmentking-blog]

           The flickering image of the hologram settles in  more            smoothly now, the crackling patterns along the man’s            body fading as  it sinks  into the seat. Of  course,  he            isn’t really there. The  augment is aboard a ship  that            is thousands  upon  thousands of  miles away, a  ship            that, for the most part, is now out of commission. He            had been drifting for several weeks    this hologram?                                       It is his last call for help.            Smooth eyes turn to regard the speaker, brows raising            as he recognizes the name of the old space organization.            And he thought that the Botany Bay was archaic! His            raven head tilts to one side, a crinkle appearing at the            center of his forehead.            “No. My name is    "              His own name is caught in his throat. Would he need to             hide his identity? Is this man a friendly? What if this is             a trap? Too many dangers to consider    he opts to lie.               “John. I am John Harrison.”             His gaze turns, as if to regard the setup before him,             by all means perplexed by his surroundings. Just how             old is all of this? A couple hundred years? Older than             the augment himself, that’s for sure. He wishes he could             reach out and touch the surfaces of what’s around him,             but unfortunately an incorporeal image cannot do so.             Instead, he inquires:             “Are you from Terra     Earth?”

[dirtisms-blog]

   He can see quite a bit of the man's ship in the image,    and Cooper tries to figure out what kind of craft it is --    the machinery is nothing like his.     It seems to be years, probably centuries, ahead of     his own.

   But for some reason, this person is still talking to him,    out of the entire quadrant.    Weird.

   "..John Harrison.. not from NASA. 'kay.        Are ya a cosmonaut or somethin'?"

   Joseph takes another breath, brow furrowing    as his head tried to catch up with what was going on.    He'd lost Brand and the rest of the crew, and now    some man in a holographic projection was talking    to him.

   Was he going crazy?

  "Yes sir -- born and raised in the USA."

   He sighs, brow furrowed just a bit as he thinks    to himself.

      "Is there somethin' I can do for ya, Mister Harrison?"

[txlepathetic-deactivated2015011]

dirtisms liked one of two posts for a starter

[txlepathetic-deactivated2015011]

"Sorry, can I help you my friend?"

[dirtisms-blog]

" -- where the hell am I?"

[starfleetsfinest]

Jim winced - he’d had his own experiences with wormholes, but it was inexcusable. “Since your ship is fairly useless at this point then, I’m ordering that you and whatever of your crew is left be placed in the brig for time being,” he told him, keeping his composure.

[dirtisms-blog]

Cooper just nodded his head, keeping his eyes away from the captain's -- there was nothing he could do to change what had happened. The weight of those three innocent lives were on his shoulders, regardless of what was going to happen to him. "There is no one else. Only me, sir. The rest of my crew had to abandon the ship.. I wasn't supposed to live through re-entry."

[dirtisms-blog]

“Some days I think I’m dying, but I’m really only trying to get through.”

Cooper frowned, fingers carding through his hair, more of a fidgeting nature than anything else. His eyes met hers softly, a slight frown on his lips — a fatherly one.

”..maybe y’need to slow down a little. ‘s no good to you run yourself ragged.”

[internkerouac-blog]

Frey smiles up at Cooper, “Thanks, Cooper.” On these missions- any mission, really -tensions are high and the stakes are even higher, and Frey just really needs assurance that they aren’t going to mess anything up.

They get up from their desk and walk over to the navigational screens, “How far to Miller?”

[dirtisms-blog]

Josh does his best not to dwell on his worry -- Frey is capable, moreso than he'd actually imagined they'd be at first. Now, he holds them to a higher standard, since they can reach it.

"Mmm, 'bout another thirty-five minutes. Wonder if we're takin' the entire crew down and out or what... for bein' the pilot, she doesn't tell me shit" he laughed at that, the sound bubbling up behind closed lips at first.

He was really just hoping to get Frey to smile.

[vrael]

[banhammered-blog]

Sarkis quits what he’s doing and lifts his head again, pursing his lips as he tries - and fails - to come up with a better answer than —

Nobody important. I was - just leaving. Nice meeting you.

He stands and shuffles all of the papers he was rooting through back into place, pats them neatly back together, and starts to make for the door.

[dirtisms-blog]

Cooper stares, brow remaining furrowed, in almost an uncomfortable way. He bites the inside of his cheek, and before the man leaves, his arm crosses over the doorway. His hand holds the metal frame.

...you new here? 

He asks kindly, but with a tone that demands an answer. The engineer knew full well that they were a target for some inhospitable people... he wasn't taking the risk. 

I know we hired some new programmers, but I thought I met 'em all.

[agelessadaline-blog]

   And now, her heart stopped.

   Stopped, dropped, and rolled.

   Adaline hadn’t missed her daughter’s life – she was there for every moment of it. Every moment, that is, until her death.

   Flemming Bowman died on January 3rd, 2014, at 1:15 AM. She was 86 years old, and is finally joining her father and mother.

   Though everything about the obituary had seemed and felt wrong, a gravestone confirmed that only one fact was incorrect:

   her mother was not dead.

   She was hundreds of years old.. and young as ever.

   Adaline felt as if she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. It was the reminder, plain and simple, stark and loud, of her daughter: of dying eyes she never saw.

   “O – oh.”

   Adaline found she couldn’t meet his eyes – what would he see in her hues? Something… too familiar?

   “That sounds like a shame.” 

[dirtisms-blog]

It was a struggle to keep his composure -- he reminded himself almost every day that he'd missed his daughters life. Yes, it meant that he saved humanity as they knew it, but the cost to himself was a high one.

   She even told him to go, so he wouldn't have to watch her die.

         And he listened.

"It's a damn shame. Terrible parenting... left her with her brother and m'dad... no mother."

Cooper took a quick breath, letting it all out at once in an effort to calm himself down. The last thing he really wanted was to drag this woman into all of his memories. His baggage.

"But the station is named after her... Murph did so much while I was gone. 'm damn proud."

[zerah561]

She smiled softly at him, ah she knew this one:

Didn’t feel that he was worth worrying over, didn’t want to burden others with what he thought was trivial.  unlikely to ask for help or an ear to listen to him unless he knew them enough and even then unlikely until problem persists past known home means to deal with.  Very much like Kirk in some regards…

She turned her gaze to the windows and hummed “It’s beautiful out there isn’t it?” she asked, shifting focus to the stars, he came in to look at them so it was a good means to help him open up.

[dirtisms-blog]

Cooper had a flash of a memory, to his first psych eval for NASA -- the psychologist had tried to push his buttons, to get him to say something that'd screw him over. He hadn't cracked, instead he'd just played around. it hadn't taken him long to realize that this woman must've been a psych as well. She, however, was looking not to push his buttons.

At least, he thought so.

"Gorgeous... also a helluva death trap" he replied bluntly, taking a sip of coffee. "Space as a whole is dangerous -- but it doesn't keep me away. Not a second."

[dirtisms-blog]

[ heading to bed -- i'll be back tomorrow at some point. thank y'all for welcoming cooper into your characters lives <3 ]

[zerah561]

She laughed softly “Hearing that a lot hm?” she asked, her voice was soft and hinted of an accent on some words.  “no I didn’t, but I did study you in history.” she grinned, teasing him.

"Actually, I wanted to speak to you, I’ve been hearing you’ve been pacing each night since we picked you up…I thought you might like to talk about what’s been on your mind."  she tilted her head, taking a sip of tea.

[dirtisms-blog]

He nodded, chuckling a little. "Yep -- apparently there's a lot of schools named after me... and other guy named Cochrane" Cooper shrugged, taking a few big gulps from the mug in his hands; someone studying him felt a little weird. "Must've been dull. 'm not all that interestin'."

Cooper sighed a little at the words, shaking his head; he knew that was coming. He felt it somewhere in his gut. "I can't blame y'all for being concerned. But really, 'm doing just fine."

[zerah561]

Security had been keeping tabs on the man out of time as the crew had started to refer to him behind his back.  Spock had eventually brought it up to her that perhaps he would do well with talking to someone.  So seeing that he nightly made his way to the mess, Aria waited at a table with a cup of hot tea.

Just like clockwork there he was, she watched him order a drink and how his gaze traveled to the windows.  Humming softly, she waved a hand to catch his attention and beckoned him over.

The woman was red headed and blue eyed, fair skin and was adorned in a blue uniform dress, though her shoes were also blue and heeled.  She offered him a warm smile as she waited for him to come to her table.

[dirtisms-blog]

In all the times he'd come here, not once did someone really speak to him -- they commented on who he was, maybe even thanked him for his service. One crewman even mentioned how their high school was named after him.

It just made him feel old.

Cooper gave the woman a smile, nodding his head as his grip shifted on his mug. With long strides, he came to the table, sitting down across from her. "Hiya" he murmured quietly, looking over the woman -- he didn't recognize her. "...did you go to a high school named after me too?"

[agelessadaline-blog]

   Oh – well, at least something relatable.

   Though usually people were away from their daughters for less admirable than to hide immorality.

   But if there was one positive to living so long, it was understanding so much. Not about life – God, that never got easier – but about people.

   Now, when her eyes turned towards the stranger, there were touches of sympathy within them. “What happened?”

[dirtisms-blog]

Just thoughts of his daughter got Cooper's throat to close up, more so than he really expected to. Missing all of his children's lives was the biggest consequences of him saving the rest of Earth.

He got choked up sometimes, thinking of the crew he'd lost while saving everyone. But Murph always got him close to tears.

"..when I left on the mission through the wormhole, time   passed differently for her and for me. By the time I got back,   she was an old lady.. she died soon after I got back.

  -- I missed her life."

[dirtisms-blog]

Josh Cooper had felt out of place more times than not -- it wasn't something new to him.

But being up on a starship in the twenty third century (at least he thought that was the century, he still wasn't sure) was making him feel like a fish out of water in every way possible. The technology was advanced in ways he never knew possible. The ship was run on anti-matter, something NASA had only dreamed of back in the day.

The people here had been nothing but kind to him; their doctor had fixed him up, their captain had brought him up to speed, and their alien first officer had even given him access to every database he could've ever wanted. It had brought him closure in some ways -- Murph had done so much for Earth, and in the end was one of the biggest reasons for this new fleet existing. Tom had done amazing things.

But even after a few days, Cooper found himself pacing the ship, always ending up in the mess hall. It had the biggest windows, and he could watch space go by.

Plus, the caffeine helped him stay awake. Dreams weren't always kind to him.

[uhhuhkate]

[starfleetsfinest]

"You crashing into our shuttle was you not dying? Then why are three of my crew members dead?"

[dirtisms-blog]

"..I lost control of my ship. Gettin' hurled through a wormhole and another dimension sent me into a spiral. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. All I was doin' was followin' an energy signature."

[dirtisms-blog]

♦

for a superstition / back luck headcanon

Cooper is not exactly one to believe in bad luck or superstition, since it's something he knows can tear a crew or even a single pilot apart. However, he's very curious about a lot of things, since a lot of superstitions seem to be backed up by fact.

He's curious, but doesn't really believe in such things.

Cooper likes science, and maybe science and all of this "bad luck" will go hand in hand.