A Courier's Journal

[tinfoilhat]

Can hardly sleep these days. Past while it's just been wake up and run around in meetings until sundown. Hard to say where we stand sometimes, I alternate between hope and despair by the hour. But I figure if Enmur is still hustling, we have to still have a chance.

FUCK YOU THE WRAITH!!!! STAY OUT OF MY SHIT!

Lot of people have seemed puzzled as to why we haven't or didn't "cut" Vaskr loose, even with all the warts and problems he brings.

They can't understand what it means to be crew. Everyone and everything topside is treated like some sort of business associate or employee. A future liability. As if Vaskr is just some guy we "hired"  on.

People call me paranoid, and it's true.. but I'll always gamble on my chums, cause I know he would do the same.

Now to just keep him from killing himself...

Gone almost a week without any treats. What a terrible time to choose to... At least I can blame election stress.

Little bit of mizz should be okay though, right?

[tinfoilhat]

Coming up on the last day. Bit of last second hustling will do me good. Head's throbbing, but I gotta work through it. Vaskr's struggling too - it's easier when you see a chum going through the same, I figure.

See if I can get Welly onboard, Shum don't seem the type to heavily meddle in his peer's affairs.

I can't believe it.

Never seen Buster look so hopeless. I got to be there for him.

Going to scream. I can't understand Fex, and I suspect he can't understand me. Maybe Buster's right... But he's got to be making it worse, right?

Just need to get through this. Keep our heads on our shoulders. We didn't spend all this time making chums and hustling just to get set up and thrown to the lions.

It's my secret. Mine. Not for you. Not even for Buster.

A voice so soothing, so familiar, and so dangerous. Was it really her? I can't remember...

Think I've finally managed to get things under control, at least for a couple days. Taking the long loop through all the settlements alone will do me good - clear the head a bit. The shakes are mostly gone, figure I can stride the dunes without cacking things up too badly and getting myself killed over something stupid.

Hoping Buster will be alright. Should have refilled his cigar box before leaving... I'll get him and the chums a couple souvenirs though.