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.
11-08-YC121

Ishta - she is either some form of protective spirit, or a punishment sent to deny me escape from my torments.  Perhaps she is both.  I suppose she acted how she thought best, finding me in such a benumbed state.  Esfand certainly lived up to its promises, taking me away as it did.  I recall very little of it, but I do remember feeling so blissfully blank.

I have had a letter from Mister Sepphiros.  An actual letter! So beautifully hand-written, further proof, if such were needed, of what a refined gentleman he is.  That he should take the time to reply in writing, a near-dead artform, is a most touching gesture.  So forgiving and understanding of my delay as well.  It is a shame that in the end the patrol was cancelled, but then perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, for if it had not been organised to begin with, I would not have this exquisitely elegant communication before me.

I hope I shall be able to join him later today, but if not he has given instructions on where to find him.  I think it wise that I delay but one more day, if only to alleviate Mama's concerns over last night.  It is difficult to wait, given how enthralling Mister Sepphiros' project sounds, but perhaps it is for the best.  I am sure he would not mind.  I also hope he has no objections to my taking Okhrana and Cheka, but I feel I have neglected my poor Hounds, and I should spend more time with them.

Besides, that may give some opportunity for a little bit of an entrance.  I have a small suspicion that this Mister Ioannis Sepphiros has some appreciation of charming theatricality.  It could very well be amusing, at the very least.

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