#shiftingdunes

Charmed.

I’m known for it.

Tracker, Sam, and Stray are pulled through space, the world around them changing and molding into a bustling spaceport on some distant planet. Various ships of all shapes and sizes dock and take off from the docking bay, and aliens of all kinds shout and haggle with the vendors nearby. The spaceport is filled with the sounds of talking, ship engines rumbling, and musicians playing in the streets. The smell of a variety of spices and cooked foods from stalls mixes with the scent of oil leaks and gas in the air.

After leaving their ships, Captains and Commanders must check in at the nearby Docking station to register their ships and get the necessary supplies and services routed to them. An older Prospitian gentleman with red hair and tanned skin is stationed inside, along with a few other Prospitian workers.

@spitefulspades

The note was left in Spades’ nightstand. How long it’s been there? Who knows.

Jack Noir-

You treated me like shit for the longest time. I gave you all the time I could give to you. I tried to give you love. You gave me nothing. You gave me empty attempts. You gave me mess after mess to clean up. I missed doing things with you. Still, I find myself missing Derse. Those nights. The smoke, the jazz. The sting of your teeth.

That’s gone now.

You’re a stick of dynamite with a double fuse, and you just kept blowing yourself up over and over again. And I was too close. I ended up getting fucked over as well.

So.

I’m not doing this again.

Don’t look for me. I’m not here anymore. Not in the desert. Not in the city. I’m somewhere else. Before you ask, Dem doesn’t know. Mortu’s charms and magics have done many things for me. Just don’t try. I don’t want you to find me.

Fuck you. And fuck you for making me think someday you’d love me back.

-Droog

@hedonistichearts

The letter is folded and tucked in the corner of the bedroom like a leftover. Something so easily passed by.

Hearts-

I didn’t know you for very long. I know you had big hopes. I’m sorry for letting you down on those, you didn’t deserve it, or what happened to you. You don’t deserve what’s happening now, and I recognize that. But this isn’t personal. It isn’t business, either. It’s just me, being an asshole, and leaving.

You’re free to use the ties left in my wardrobe. Some of the thicker ones will suit you just fine. Please take care of FR, my cat. Do not let Spades eat her.

The nights I spent with you were very tender. I’ll carry those moments forever.

Apologetically and with regrets, Droog

@shiftingdunes

The letter is carried by a strange young prospitian to the oasis. It’s handed off, when one camp member comes by. It’s passed off to Boss, when it arrives.

Boss.

Catch me now, motherfucker.

-DD

@wrigglyglitches

There is no way to truly send a letter to a terror. The Demoness, however, makes a good enough messenger. She passes it off in a timely and professional manner.

Noodle,

There’s a group of carapacians tied up in the sands hooked to quite a bit of dynamite. it’ll detonate, soon. Some one hundred souls for your taking. Delicious. I’m compensating, because I’ll be gone, soon. Perhaps out of your reach entirely, though when I die, I intend to make good on the vow I’ve made.

I need solitude. I need time alone, to think. This is me asking you not to seek me out.  You have been nothing but good to me, and this isn’t fair. Maybe I can dream of you, once and a while. But this... this isn’t right. Not you, but me. All of this, all of these thoughts. And I hope that the sacrifice is good enough to put me in your good graces, because the last thing I want to do is anger you, or frustrate you.

...If this is the last time I get to tell you. Get the fuck away from Iscari, as soon as you can. He doesn’t have your best interests at heart.

I love you as much as a ward can love his patron.