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.
18-05-YC122

Yebatj!

I may as well simply hand over my ships to the enemy for them to destroy at their leisure.  I knew I would lose the Tormentor, of course, but to do so so easily!  So frustrating.  A lack of concentration, a distraction.  I suspect I know all to well the cause, that foolish mail from Commander Adams asking to meet me in Kor-Azor.  Then again, I suppose it could be that Constantin has been on my mind a lot recently.  Regardless, it is unacceptable.  My maintenance crew joked about the curse of a new SKIN, and they were correct as usual.  I wonder, then, if there knowledge would lead to something that can give me more of an edge in combat situations, something that will help me focus when I am in the warzone.  If I can block out anything but the most relevant thoughts then surely that would give me more chance of being in the fight for longer.  I shall have to ask.

I am, however, pleased that Riccoda did not fall to the enemy as well.  Whoever that bitch was, she tore through me so quickly that I do not think Riccoda's Tormentor would have survived much longer, but perhaps her focusing on me gave him a chance to damage her.  Riccoda said she withdrew after destroying my ship, but I was too busy navigating my pod away to take notice.  I made my way back to Mehatoor, docked, and went down to the club.  At least I won that fight.  I must admit, there is something about the bruises and aches in the morning after that does help me concentrate, that clears my mind.  Not that the Esfand when I got back to my quarters did anything to help.  I had the strangest visions as I slept.  Hundreds and hundreds of spiders in tightly-woven nets.  I wonder what deep and convoluted meaning that has.

I think I shall agree to meet with Edward.  I am curious as to what he wants.  More than likely more of his silly flirtatious games.  At least he is entertaining.
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