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WELCOME TO BOUN ANIMA: VOYAGE, CHAPTER ONE.

The only hard deadline we can give for sure is that on WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 9, you will be released from your faction quarters and allowed to freely RP again.

Casers will be contacted on Wednesday.  The gacha will also be open on Wednesday.

Maps have been updated with the new areas.

You will receive dorm descriptions in your faction servers.

Please do not solicit for outside threads until Wednesday.  Moreover, you may not use the main chatbox while in the dorm area.

When you are released, you will be able to send private chats and use the faction chatbox at any time.  However, in character, please know that all chats appear on the same portion of your vision, you cannot tab to make it ‘private’ or ‘faction’ only (though, if you are in your living quarters, you can only see the faction chat).  Any mind-thoughts default to being sent to the main chat.  So be careful!  There should be errors if you are private thinking often.

This portion of the game is to get you acclimated to your factions.  Your factions are public knowledge. 

Your OCs will be trapped with their factions for the first four hours of norm days.

Your OCs now have their mounts available to them.  It is encouraged that you spend at least some of your faction roleplay time with your mounts!  An explanation of mounts is provided here.

ATLAS is now available for questions.  You may reach him, generally, through the chatbox, or by roleplaying in your faction’s living space and rubbing the shrine, as he described.  OOC, please @/ellie to summon him if Ellie doesn’t seem around.

Your OCs may begin investigating in their factions.

Your OCs are now capable of feeling quadrant feelings.  This is not some thing that ATLAS is just forcing them into – it feels as if they now have an actual ‘drive’ to attain these things, much like people have a ‘drive’ to get into romantic relationships.  Your OC is free to be perplexed by this/manifest this desire in different ways, but know that we would prefer for you to engage in the quadrant system, and your OC will earn points for it.  Quadrants work differently in BOUN 3, so please read this guide.

….

“...That– that was more information than… oh, for pete’s sake….”

He seems like he’s starting to sweat.

“No!  No.  It is all fine, my friends.  But….”

“I believe it is time for us all to adjourn, and for you to finally meet your fellow factioned champions.”

He groans, after saying that.

“...Is that… really the best I can come up with…?  Come on, ATLAS, think….”

….

“Ah.  Well.  It’ll come out in the wash.  There is much still to explain.  But much more to do!  Please, spend some time in your homes with your faction.  I will release you again, when the time is better.  You may summon me at any time within your living quarters by stroking the forehead of the statue in your shrine.”

“...And have fun, my friends.  We will see each other again, soon.”

And with that, you blink again.

And have been teleported to….

….

A new room.  Sleeping quarters.  A bed. But when you leave, you may notice….

…Oh, god.  No one told you you had to share a common space….

There is another deafening silence.

Perhaps one of you wishes to speak up.  Perhaps you wish to get an explanation.  Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps–

But ATLAS shuffles his feathers, awkwardly.

Muttering, his voice low:

“So… I introduced the stakes, the gods, the mounts, the suits… the factions… the trials… me… there’s something…”

….

“Oh!  No!  That’s it.”

A blink.

“I forgot to have you all introduce yourselves.  To your fellow champions.”

“Aye, yes, yay – the champions in your factions are your natural allies.  You will live together, train together, and – if all goes well – survive or die together.  Now, of course….”

“I feel it a folly to not mention that there have been exceptional cases, in these games.  As we have played them for longer than many stars have dared to twinkle.”

A wing flies up.

“I would be remiss not to say that, in some cases, the love – or deep-seeded rivalry – between two people of different factions has inspired pity and love from both gods.  It must be a true suit, a deep bond.  And this is solely up to both god’s discretion….”

“But, there have been cases where the love or hate between a god’s favored champion and their partner has led to the gods sparing the champion whose faction has lost.  For the benefit of their favored victor.”

“Of course, there are complications there, but it is surely one way to ensure your hide is saved – bond well with your own faction first, but get deeply intertwined with one from another.  Oh Romeo, oh Romeo–”

He seems to have gotten lost in thought, at a certain point.  And maybe–

You likely believe this is a joke.  That this is some jape.  Or maybe—

“What is it with those shocked looks on your faces?”

There is a long, long pause.  The owl cranes his neck, before:

“Oh!  That’s it!  You–”

“--I’ve never introduced myself, have I?  Oh dear, oh dear….”

(No, that is not nearly the issue, is it?) (Kill or be killed–)

“I got wrapped up in all of the excitement, you know!  It’s so much information to go over – I simply – I surely–”

“Well!  No matter.  For I am the host of this game of gods and bravery.  I, the one who holds this world up with nothing but my indescribable wings and the words from my beak–”

He poses, a little:

“I, am ATLAS!”

(This is a farce.)

“Yes – ATLAS!  You will find how thematic the name is.  I am no player or champion, but merely your overseer.  If you have any questions that you cannot trifle the gods with, I will be in constant contact and available for everyone’s disposal.”

“Of course, you understand, I am not your enemy.  I am merely your friend.  Let us all play along well together, surely?  I can help you, as you like.  But I can only do so much – I am so constrained by the mechanizations of this grand competition!”