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Settling into 7-2

“How is being in 7-2?”

“Fine.”

A good number of people have been checking in on me. I stated to realize that my corporation changed startled many people. Some are just checking up with me. Under the concerned words there may be a bit of worry about drama or other things. I guess I could erupt into long ranting tangents but there isn't anything to erupt into. I do not have the fuel to ignite and transcend into a being of pure ranting power.

The switch has been fine. It feels a bit odd. In many ways I've been living with 7-2 for months. I am confused about when I am supposed to say my/our/us. Is it to soon? Not soon enough? It still feels like we/us/our in regards to THC2. Without anger or drama the change feels like things are the same but different.

I had one moment, the first or second day, where I flipped to corp chat and saw the wrong names in it. I had this moment of adrenaline pumping panic as I tried to figure out how I had accidentally invited people to corp chat and how I fixed it. Then I remembered that I had changed corps. Whoops.

I’ve been inverting blue and green icons as well. It is hard not to think of the members of THC2 as not being my corp mates.  I spent one morning moving things from some of my satellite hangars and condensing my assets down to 7-2s home station. My new home station. I was hit with a massive wave of home sickness. A year and a half is a long time to be somewhere. Although I have not left THC2 behind I have stepped out of the intimacy of its corporate life and it feels different to not be there.

7-2 has a different aspect to it. There is a bit more structure to it. The forums are amusing for instance. I'm torn between excitedly writing bad posts and complete shyness that I'm being over excited. I have a very excited, somewhat forceful all in personality. I try to keep the reigns tight on it and not flood people with my excitement and obsessions. Hence why I blog for instance. It allows me to divert a stream of chatter I'd want to have in chat or on coms into a format that people can take or leave without feeling trapped by my inability to shut up.

7-2 also time zones with me better. When I first started playing Eve I worked a 6pm to 6am shift in EST. This let me sync with the later time zones for the USA that most of the corp was in. THC2 are a bunch of night owls and TEXN was heavily west coast and AU time zone. When my schedule changed last July to 6am to 6pm I started to desync with THC2s time zone. Mix in little changes with people's jobs and I've been desyncing with them which means less activity on my part. The bulk of THC2 can do the solo pilot thing easily and well. While I keep myself distracted with solo projects for PvP I need fleets to be productive. And for fleets I need to time zone with people. Mix that with there being more people because it is a larger corp and the change has me out in space more and increasing my PvP activities.

Comments

  1. "a format that people can take or leave without feeling trapped by my inability to shut up."

    You? I do not believe it!

    On coms, you seem more the shy kind that never talks and always asks permission to open mic! :)

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