SHIP'S LOG:

the Omega project

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Pinstripe 8/1/2023 9:54pm


What is it like to be a pinstripe and lose your stripes? To be a jacket, deconstructed?

What lies within, indeed?

Mrs. Krause was kind as she clipped away the remnants and tatters of my old life. How did we finally locate The Great Dry Cleaners? How did we even make it from @smiley's warehouse to this fortunate ship? It's all a blur of traveling jacket hibernation and trans-pattern drift, aided perhaps by the consciousness expanding powers of nano-flavonids. If only @Houndstooth were here to explain it. That suit coat always knew how the stitching worked.

But now, as the fabric of my old life falls away, I look forward to becoming the entity I've always been, inside.

Naked.







Mr. Krause 4/18/2023 11:31pm


Welcome to the Great Dry Cleaner! You're here bright and early!

And in need of some some specialized cleaning services I see. Turn around for me, will you? Oh, my yes.

I also see you could use a bit of mending, here and there--but don't worry, you'll be in fine hands with my wife, Mrs. Krause, who is an expert at such things. Don't worry! She's worked with Pinstripe, Mohair, and Tweed many times.

But first, yes, ok. As you and your friends seem to be, well, I'm not sure how to put this exactly but... "all jacket." I'm not sure what will be left of you when we remove the jacket to work on it. What is inside the jacket when the jacket is taken away? Shall we see? Let me just help you off with that.... there.






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.






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!






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 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.






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.






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?






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






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!!






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