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.
22-07-YC121

I met Edward for the first time in a long time tonight.  A rather unexpected encounter in Cafe Marlinea.  It ws surprisingly pleasant - he even made me laugh!  He eats like an animal; apparently they do not teach table-manners in the State, nor do I expect he shall learn any in the Federation.  They probably just eat in bed there.  It was rather amusing, however.

He is still a profit-chasing mercenary, of course, which is terribly disappointing, but there was something about his manner that I thought different.  Perhaps he is beginning to realise that money is not everything after all, that it does not bring happiness.  He did seem a little sad, I thought.  Of course, he covered it with his usual flippant attitude, pretending he was some sort of secret agent and I his informer.  I rather think not!  He also simply had to play it up even more when Lady Qerl walked in.  No doubt there shall be some sort of gossip going around soon, which is exactly what that rogue intended.  I made my exit quite quickly after that, in case he really tried to get me into trouble.

It all reminded me of what he was like when I first met him.  How things can change so quickly.
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