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.
17-05-YC121

Constantin surprised me in Nafrivik last night.  I should have known he was up to something when he contacted me vox-only, but it was wonderful to open my door to him.  That we have missed each other enormously is obvious in we way our love was so passionate, powerful.  I wish i could have him with me every night.  Perhaps one day, God Willing.

As much as I love him, and I love him more than I have ever loved anyone, there is some inconvenience to his surprising me.  I intended to continue interrogations today, but I think that My Star would not approve of some of our more effective methods.  He is such a kind soul, so sweet and gentle, but though I think he understands that sometime more forceful means are required, he does not accept.  It is better that he does not know, or knows as little as possible.  All these things I must do to protect him, just as all Her Imperial Majesty's subjects.  I am sure Sasha and his team can deal with our guests.


Speculation continues over that distasteful auction business with Zashev.  Nothing has actually been announced - perhaps the bounty hunters do not even have him after all, or he has managed to escape again.  It is hard to tell who, if anyone, has "won" the auction - I do so dislike phrasing it in that way - the mercenary group that claim to have him are, after all, supposedly affiliated with the Tribals, and it is rather hard to imagine they would go against their so-called Elders.  Of course, greed, unfortunately, seems to be one of the most powerful driving forces in the universe today - or perhaps that is fortunate?  I suppose it depends in whose hands he ends up. 

Whoever it is, I personally would be expecting it all to be a trap.  Most likely he bounty hunters have already agreed to hand Zashev to the Tribals - totally illegal, but then they have no respect for Imperial Law - and they will lure the "buyer" into a trap, either destroying them or holding them to ransom for even more ill-gotten profit.  I could, of course, just be overly suspicious, but I suppose we shall see soon enough.  People are beginning to demand an outcome, so I cannot think it is that much further away.  Of course, it is not clear how many people are "bidding" in this grotesque circus-show - more than likely groups are constantly outbidding each other.


All of that, however, is not my concern.  Constantin will be quite hungry when he awakens - I did rather wear him out - I should begin breakfast.
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