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.
28-02-YC121

Constantin and I shall be together again very soon.  My Darling has been asked to act as chaperone, and he would like me to accompany him.  Of course I agreed, though I cannot imagine I will be very much use to prevent anything inappropriate happening between our wards.  I am likely to be far too distraced.  Indeed, it would not be at all surprising were we to need a chaperone ourselves - mostly to keep Dear Constantin safe from me!

Oh Katya, how rude you are!  It is true, though.  It shall be impossible to hold myself back from kissing him whenever the opportunity presents itself, and were there to be even slightest posibility of anything more...

Ah, but I should write no more, lest I place some form of curse upon the whole event for my foolish notions.  Perhaps I should also be more careful in what I wish for.  Were we to become so intimate, he would have to see my Souvenirs and the marks of my Old Friend, and I cannot expect anyone's love to be so strong as to be able to overlook such things.  I cannot be that blessed, I simply cannot be.
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