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.
23-06-YC121

Why must I constantly defend what is quite plainly mine?  Why must every vile little temptress worm their way out of the shadows to try their wicked temptations upon my Love?  Why must he be so blindly naive as to not see it?  For all I love him, he is so very frustrating at times!

I have angered him, though I am not sure why exactly.  All I know is that I spoilt his time with some Tribal from his diocese, some Melisma or somesuch - as usual with her people, her family name, or "clan" name as they call it, is virtually unpronouncable to any civilised tongue.  I spoilt it, though I was simply, and righfully, making it quite clear that he is claimed, and he became so very cold with me.  I have never seen him like that, and it has hurt me deeply.  I went into the gardens to be out of his sight.  Arline was terribly sweet in comforting me.  I have not seen her like that either.  I did not think she was at all like that.  What a strange, though welcome, thing to discover, though the circumstances were not so welcome.

I decided to leave, not that I should have even been there at all in the first place. I had hoped to give Constantin a nice surprise, but instead I simply ruined things as usual.  He could not have wanted to see anyone less, I think.  I left without saying goodbye, and there he was again - dancing with her as though I never even existed.  Perhaps I do not to him when I am not around.

I was not even allowed to leave quietly.  The Directrix was in the security foyer and insisted upon speaking to me before I left.  She quite clearly has ideas above her station given the manner in which she spoke to me.  Warning me away from her pilots and telling me I should be more attentive to my duties!  Perhaps she should have her wish. Perhaps I should have as little to do as possible with LUMEN personnel.

Any of them.


The cultists on Nafrivik have exceeded their usefulness.  They have given some interesting information, but there is no further need for them.  I shall have Sasha and his unit dispose of them.

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