SHIP'S LOG:

the Omega project

Fritters McCornchips - 9/3/2021 10:33pm

Job claimed by Miden 2021-11-10 08:09:28

Hey I'm Hot Fritters McCornchips, proprietor of Fritters McCornchips LLC. I'm expanding into the Fritters McCornchips space in the Outer Rim, and need a regular distributor of my Fritters McCornchips to said reaches.

How about you? Can't get enough of that hot Fritters McCornchips smell? Don't mind a bit of salt spilling through the cracks in the crates? It could be the beginning of a long -- and corny! -- relationship.

Contact me, Hot Fritters McCornchips, by way of this station, Hermashine Yorkshire B, to learn more about this exciting opportunity.

Miden 10/22/2021 10:48am

it's been a month now... haven't seen my friends in a while... its starting to worry me and my crewmates. they keep saying i've gone mad

Miden 11/10/2021 8:09am

first mission!! this is amazing!! I can't wait!! this will be so much fun, I know my crew will enjoy this!!

Rena 11/10/2021 8:11am

I swear our captain is mad... he keeps going on about how this will be the "greatest thing we've ever done"
I don't know what, if anything, he's been drinking or eating but he's starting to scare me

Ora 12/31/2021 7:52pm

Oh my god that WAS the greatest thing we've ever done.

Having all the Hot Fritters McCornchips we wanted definitely helped. I think it's honest to say we all pigged out. How could we not? Hot Fritters McCornchips are the most amazing snack to hit the ethereal flavor scene since your great grandma first tasted sarsaparilla! Mmmm I can still feel those active flavonoids swimming upstream in my gums and spawning in my nose! The lemonoil horsetails, chrysanthemum spider limes, the ponzu crossette. I can't stop thinking about them.

What were we talking about?

Ora 3/5/2022 10:28pm

After the nano-flavonoid euphoria wore off, we were hung over for days. "Salt sick" they call it up in the airways. So we drank quinine and sucked limes till we could move about on deck again.

The captain, apparently, had been unaffected by our Hot Fritters McCornchips binge, and was on the bridge commanding a crew of uniforms stuffed with hay sitting at our stations.

"Full steam ahead!!! Let the forward gatling guns fly as soon as we have her in our sights!"

Suddenly sparks filled the bridge and the ship lurched violently.

"All hands! Battle stations!" called the captain.

Mohair 5/29/2022 11:18pm

"Aye aye, Captain!" I cry. "Pinstripe! Man the helm! Tweed, you've got tactical!"

We've practiced for this moment for months. As Travelling Jackets, we may not have fingers, but stuff enough straw up our sleeves and we can get things done.

The forward gatling guns rattle the bridge, and our attacker swoops back into the clouds.

"Captain, they're retreating. Should we pursue?"

The captain seems lost in thought, staring at the cloudbank through the forward viewscreen. But we Travelling Jackets seem to have full control of the bridge. We can only hope things are going as smoothly for @Seersucker and crew back at @smiley's Warehouse. Soon our fleet will be complete, and nothing will stop us from reaching The Great Drycleaner.

Captian Miden 6/6/2022 2:49am

(why must I forget the password to my own log... new account has been made, I suppose)

Well, I must say... I have grown attached to this crew... despite how unhelpful some may be... there are a good few that I have grown to admire... though I fear the crew might be planning on revolting against me. It appears I keep getting "lost in my head"
some say I'm going loony
and so what if I am?
maybe that's what's best...


we shall see...


what's that purple light I see?

Mohair 10/17/2022 10:45pm

If we remain quite still, the captain still suspects we are mere shadow jackets of the mind. But through an amazing stroke of luck, our goal is within our grasp!

Come in, @Seersucker! In the distance glows the great purple neon sign of The Great Drycleaner! And @Houndstooth has secured Base 1. Only @smiley himself could thwart our plans now!

Mohair 1/9/2023 10:44pm

Thwarted!

Not by @smiley himself, thank goodness, but thwarted by the clock, in that while the enormous purple neon sign of The Great Drycleaner still burns brightly, the hours are listed on the door and they are closed. Closed until the next business day!

I have alerted both @Seersucker and @Houndstooth via encoded frequencies. Now we must merely wait until the next of these "business days," which is fine, because the Traveling Jackets were MADE for business days! And those shall be the days of our salvation.

Hopefully we will not run into any difficulties while we wait, as The Omega Project is double parked.