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.
15-05-YC121

I returned to Nafrivik today, or yesterday, as it is now.  Alexandr's team has already brought in the first members of that little cult.  I was not expected what greeted me in my quarters. Oh, Constantin!  I do not know how he does it, but I am so glad he does.

My room is a cascade of flowers, blooming vines hanging for glass baskets that shimmer in the light.  It is beautiful!  I turn the lights off and the ceiling is left in a dazzling display of colour from the fibre-optics that make the hanging wires for the baskets.  Garlands all around the windows.

To crown it all, another of his wonderful, heart-felt poems, in his simply gorgeous handwriting.  Oh, how I love him.

It made it a little difficult to concentrate on questioning the group that Alexandr brought in.  Interrogating them will take some time, but it has been a simple matter of psychologically preparing them first.  I do not believe they have any more resistance than the average civilan, and I will be highly surprised if the first of them does not divulge all they know by the end of tonight.  It will not, of course, be our first volunteer, though he is more than likely going to be quite compliant when he recovers.  I am confident we will have some valuable intelligence soon enough, and even if they know nothing of the attempt on Her Ladyship's life, they are quite clearly engaged in some form of heresy, and we can simply turn them over to the Ministry.

I have been turning over in my mind something the Lady Chamberlain mentioned in our conversation.  It did not occur to me at first, but it suddenly came to me during the interrogation, as I took a moment to ease the soreness from my knuckles, strangely enough.  There was a kidnapping attempt against Liana some time ago, though the Lady Chamberlain knew no further details.  She did mention, however, that Mr Gelert is aware of it.  Perhaps I should question him.  There also may be some sort of record of the incident.


A message from My Star.  He is missing me terribly it seems, and it sounds as though he is having a troubling time.  I am sure our guests will not mind waiting one or two extra nights in their accommodation.  It may even give a little more time for the psychological aspects to have more impact.  More importantly, seeing My Darling Constantin shall remind me of what it is I protect, and take my mind from the more distasteful, but necessary, aspects of intelligence gathering.
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