I have spent a lot of the last two weeks spending ISK with the plans of losing that ISK. It is one of the odd, disjointed fascinating things about PvP for me. Sugar has 10 billion ISK in hulls alone in her hangar and every cent is written off of my mental books. It does remind me where my ISK is going. Which is into more ships to sit in my hangar. The forthcoming change of the hurricane hull has caused me to lose a bit of rationality and sense. Instead of seeing what it is, a reskinned Sleipnir, I see an exotic specimen of flyability with Hurricane power. It is still a bit shiny and expensive but others have promised to put shiny fleet mates out and a glorious Canenir fleet will ride into the sunset.
And that is why I was picking up a Deimos hull. Well, not really. It had nothing to do with the Canenir and everything to do with moving. The Doctrine lists are out the fits are posted the cyno chain is set up, the fuel is brought and 7-2 will abandon Molden Heath for the next few weeks up to around the start of the holidays. Thus is 7-2's semi-nomadic nature activated and we head off to spend a month or so someplace that is not Molden Heath.
Moving is good. I am a homebody by nature. I like to go on roams like I like to go on vacation. I come home when I am done. My map of Eve is barely filled in.
The last move we did was a one jump weekend move. This is my first major move with 7-2 and it involves multiple jumps. Having watched the NC. jump the week before the entire jumping massive amounts of stuff has been on my mind. We have a handful of people but with two routes up (one for Jump Dive Calibration IV and one for Jump Drive Calibration V) things were going to be a bit more complex.
I under estimated how much work a large moving op is. It is fascinating how bumpy things can go. People who do not read the notices. People who are late. Instructions not followed. Lots of us forgot fuel at one point or another. I had mentally planned to take my Jump Freighter with supplies but it turned out we were only doing the carriers first ad that is how I wound up stranded after one jump without fuel. A Moa kept popping our cynos at the most important mid points. Just cyno after cyno after cyno. I have to admit, I'd get bored. I kill fewer and fewer cynos these days unless I'm out on a fleet roam and even then I often pass them up. I sit so often in a cyno hoping no one kills me that I've lost my taste in killing them just because they are there. Too much empathy on my part or a case of projection.
And even as I write this I realize I've probably been doing to much today. I spent a large part of the day running logistics, packing ships, finishing up fits. The operation itself went for two and a half hours and during it I was passing out ships, running a cyno, and jumping my own stuff as well as others. I had to have pulled the jump planner up half a dozen times to try to make sure I was going where I needed to go. I can do technical things but I don't particular enjoy the sheer amount of number crunching and fuel watching.
Finally, docked and settled I realized I that I still had to get Sugar through god knows where into a place I've never been. I have never been to this area. It is easy when you are familiar with an area to forget that nothing is familiar to other people. I just stopped talking after a while because I know I sounded whiny and angry but people were rattling off system names and connection points with an easy familiarity that left me rather lost and painfully frustrated. Lost frustration leads me to being a grumpy bitch. I hate when I turn into a grumpy bitch but it does occasionally happen and at that particular moment, unsure of what I was doing and flying blindly into something I wasn't clear about, I found myself transforming and my good nature sloughing off. Often I try to be brave and bold into new situations but today I was a puddled, stressed mess pulling my hair and being miserable.
Eve is full of system names that are like vomiting into a bucket of letters. That does not even count null sec which is letters and numbers vomited into a bucket and shaken up. The random, unpronounceable names of Eve go badly from me. My particular little chunk of dyslexia causes me issues dealing with phonetics. The random 10 letter words take a lot of repetition to stick with me. Any type of spelling is slow repetition and failure. I can't actually catch a word that is spelt rapidly verbally. I can't even copy a word from point A to point B without messing it up most of the time. It is suck a random little personal defect but it makes little things in Eve very hard. And then it just sounds like random whining. It is what caused my first few deaths in Molden Heath before I knew how to properly use the autopilot.
The redeeming factor is my husband watched me with four screens open across my two monitors and decided that we need to pick me up a third graphics card so that I can activate my third monitor that I normally use for the laptop. That will be nice.
There will be more moving to come over the next few days. But new graphics card. Yay.