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.
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Miara Blackfire as agreed to act as an escort for Oona Aldeland's evacuation of the East Hav civilians.  Praise be to God that at least these two have some care for the innocent.  I do not know if many people are aware of the situation here, but anyone following developments must surely see that not every Amarrian is the enslaving warmonger the Tribals say we are, and nor is every so-called warrior that the Minmatar throw into battle particularly concerned with the fate or welfare of those they so loudly proclaim to be "their people"!  It was not my intention to gain any sort of moral propaganda victory here, I have merely followed the teachings of my Father and the lessons of Father Mikhail.  I wonder if they are aware of what is happening here.

God Willing, Ms Aldeland will accept and confirm the terms of the cease-fire soon.  At that point, we will begin to move the locals to the transportation hub.  Those who have chosen to defend their home have already gone to the administration building and begun to barricade it.

So strange that in the midst of all this death springs new life.  One of the local women gave birth to a daughter this afternoon.  Medic Golikov helped deliver her, and despite everything she seems strong and healthy and took to her mother's breast with no trouble at all.  What a dear, sweet thing she is.  I asked her mother, Asal, what she intended to call her, but she did not know.  I think she was simply relieved that everything was alright.  I shall make sure that mother and child are at the very front, so that they can be amongst the first to leave for safety.  Similarly I would like the local children who have helped us to be evacuated before anyone else.  They deserve to find lives away from all of this.

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