You're where the Wild Things are...

An in-character blog set in the universe of EVE Online. These are the private diary entries of Lady Ekaterina Mariya deSilvestris, a minor Amarrian Noble and Capsuleer. Other existing characters within EVE will be referred to throughout, though any opinions and views expressed are those of this character. These entries may touch on or directly address mature themes such as violence, sexuality, race and ethnicity, and mental health. As noted, any views are those of the character.

Before we begin, I feel it important to say a few words on the subject of mental health. Ekaterina, or Ekat as many call her, is something of a troubled soul. This aspect of her character is a personal choice I have made, for very personal reasons. Although EVE is a game in which the players can immerse themselves to a greater or lesser degree as they wish, mental health is a very real issue for many people. Those two simple words cover a myriad different issues and concerns that affect people directly or indirectly every day all, over the world.

If you find yourself affected by any issues touched upon in these posts, or if you face your own troubles, please know that there are people out there you can turn to; doctors, friends, family - there is ALWAYS someone. If you are an EVE player, then Broadcast 4 Reps chat is available, staffed by wonderfully kind and good-hearted volunteers. If you know of someone who has mental health issues, then please just let them know you are there. It doesn't have to be anything big, just a smile, a cup of tea, a quick phone call about last night's game - just a little thing to show they aren't forgotten.

You Never Fly Alone.
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Fleets have been deployed along the borders.  Hopefully they catch any trespassers, but it more to show the Tribals that they can gather as many rusting hulks as they like, Amarr shall always outnumber and outgun them.  Nikolai will be out there.  I hope he gets to come home for Youil.

We had a fleet out too.  I do not often command Cruisers, so it was a pleasant change.  Not much action, unfortunately, but simply to serve alongside the Admiral, Captain Elkin, and, of course, Aldrith - well, that is reward in itself!

They really should make it harder to override the safety protocols on training drones.  Any child with even a rudimentary knowledge of programming could do it.  It does give a more intense workout, forcing me to push harder; and the cuts are not so deep.

The physical ones at least.

He has a habit of turning up out of the blue.  I suppose he thinks he is some sort of hero from some Caldari legend, rushing in an saving the damsel.  Well, I will let him have that, if it makes him happy.  He has a surprisingly gentle touch for such a large man, and he was so delicate with the dressings.

I had to ask him, of course, who that woman was.  Apparently someone he is, or was, close to.  One who got away, perhaps?  He is so confusing.  That act he puts on, the swaggering lothario.  Yet behind it he just seems...hurt.  I know how that must be.  I think he had his heart broken, maybe by this Triss?  I think that is why he acts the he does, like a womaniser.  Trying to hide the hurt, putting on a brave face.  He just needs someone to care for him. To love him.  He needs to let that happen, though, and not keep running from it.

He never even asked about my Souvenirs.  Most would at least comment, but not him.

But maybe he did not care.
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