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162 lines
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This warbling gate is a golden ring with a yellow magic wall, and it doesn't look like anything specific, but it IS unusually bright
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On the beach:
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https://youtu.be/yy0701OyeRo?si=H_9WEeAvScDcXAJ0
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Inside the festival:
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https://youtu.be/75q8Krpw-R0?si=isT0RYZ1oQVxQAHz
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## Upon exiting the YELLOW gate,
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You feel warmth beaming down on your heads, you hear a few seagulls chirping in the distance, and you see the rolling waves of the ocean washing on the sandy shore of the beach right beneath your feet.
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Welcome to the **Beach** demense!
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In front of you is a pure golden yellow sandy beach stretching for miles
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On the right is a rolling ocean as endless as the sandy beach
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On your left, elevated by a few wooden steps, is a massive stretch of walkable boardwalk full of shops and stands
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*BEACH*
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The sands of this beach are a surprisingly clean & clear golden yellow, and it almost seems unending. But within the few miles you can see, you spot dozens of beach bodies young & old lying back on towels & soaking in rays, making sandcastles or sandscultures of impressive design, and you can clearly smell burgers & hot dogs being grilled on charcoal barbecues.
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A plastic disk flies low through the air and lightly bonks (player) in the knee. You see a group of six or seven beachgoers waving at your group and asking you to throw the frisbee back.
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(FIGHT/SHOOT/PHYSIQUE Roll) You toss the disk as best you can and...
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(high roll) it lands right in the hands of one of the nearest beachgoers
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(low roll) it lands just short of them in the sand at their feet
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...which makes everyone in their group cheer, and one of them asks if you AND your friends wanna join in!
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*OCEAN*
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Before you set foot in the water, you are called out to by a trio of people riding by the edge of the water on short skimboards like they're skating on the wet sand.
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You haven't seen water as clean & clear as this in a long time, and just watching & listening to the water crash against the shore is surprisingly pleasant. The water ungulates and carries you up & down slowly, and you see other people swimming through the ungulations.
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Your group is approached by an Orangutan man in green shorts with long red hair and a massive grin, pedaling through the water on a longboard surfboard. He looks behind himself and starts pedaling forward, until you ee the water rising high over your head as a giant wave and CRASHES into your faces, but that man rides it all the way back to the beach like it was NOTHING.
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*BOARDWALK*
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It takes a few steps to get up there, but you see dozens of people in beach attire traveling across it on foot, skates, scooters, bikes, and skateboards. Scattered along the distance is several miniature stores, shacks, and pop-up stands selling swimsuits, inflatables, sunscreen, towels, sunglasses, magic rings in a yellow hue, and even surf board rentals. There's also a few stands selling cold snacks including ice cream, shaved ice, frozen yogurt, and a few iced drinks.
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*IF FOOD*
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As you read the menu, you spot a little caricature of a bee holding up a sign saying all sugary foods are sweetened with all natural honey instead of sugar.
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A portly pelican man in a baseball cap and a blue tank top with a yellow nametag reading HORACE happily meets you at the counter. "Hey there! What can get I get for ya?"
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*IF SHOP*
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A fashionable flamingo woman smiles and waves to your group, her light brown hair tied back and draped over her shoulder across a white polo tee, her yellow nametag reading JANICE. "Welcome in! Can I help you find anything?"
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(IF DM/REGALIA)
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"Oh, you wanna talk to Zahir. You won't have to search far, he tends to make himself known. He's hosting an event later today, so if you just wanna hang out you'll figure out where he is."
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Later on in the evening,
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(NOTICE Roll) You spot a sudden influx of people walking in from the gate. And unlike the normal beachgoers up to now, they are all dressed a little strangely. Alot of the guys are shirtless and alot of the girls are in bikini tops, but many of them are wearing bright neon mesh clothing and their pants or shorts are either black or matching neons.
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You ALSO begin to hear a deep repetitive thumping in the distance, like someone is banging on a very large drum. And it looks like all these oddly dressed people are heading for that noise.
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*FOLLOW THE NOISE*
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You spot a large building in the distance, what looks like a repurposed warehouse. The people you spotted heading toward that beat are going inside, and that beat doubles in volume the second the doors are open, but you're a bit too far to see what is inside.
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*OPEN DOOR*
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Your ears are met with a thunderous BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM, a repetitive thud so deep and powerful it makes your whole body rumble
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*STEP INSIDE*
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There is a MASSIVE hexagonal plate glass panel floorspace, lit up and flashing multiple different colors and filled with people bumping, jumping, grinding and vibing to that powerful beat, their neon clothes glowing intensely in this low light.
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You have entered a beach rave.
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Sitting around the doors on the left and right are tables of clothing and accessories.
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Dozens of people are walking around in the audience, talking as best they can over the music, dancing to the beat in a myriad of styles, and overall just being friendly.
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You can also see a VERY vibrantly dressed person manning the DJ table in the back of the room, and he is having the time of his yellow little life.
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*MERCH TABLES*
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- The table on the left has glowsticks galore, neon shirts & wristbands, and beaded accessories of many different styles, ran by portly pelican man in a baseball cap and a blue tank top, his yellow nametag reading HORACE
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- The table on the right has few bowls of yellow punch right beside the changing rooms with a distinct aroma of honey, as well as tall paper cups full of the same stuff or just plain water, ran by a flamingo woman with light brown hair tied back and draped over her shoulder across a white polo tee, her nametag reading JANICE
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*IN THE AUDIENCE*
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(NOTICE Roll)(Lowest to Highest)
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- A white tiger woman bumps hips with someone, wearing baggy black pants with reflective orange stripes and a black crop top
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- A ferret dances backwards right in front of your group, only wearing some cutoff jean shorts and glowsticks around his wrists, and just waves at you before booty shaking his way back into the audience.
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- A hand FIRMLY grabs a handful of SOMEONE's ass, and you have no clue who did it
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- You spot SOMEONE in the distance just eyeing your group up before heading out the door
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*DJ STATION*
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You approach the massive speakers thumping and rumbling around a LARGE wooden DJ stand as a yellow butterfly man operates the turntable, fnishing out the current track. He picks up a nearby microphone, speaking with a firm tone toward the audience with a slight echo. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THANK YOU FOR COMING OUT TONIGHT AND MAKING THIS SHOW COME TO LIFE!"
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The people around you cheer excitedly and applaud, before the butterfly man continues, "NOW IT'S TIME FOR THE MAN YOU ARE ALL HERE TO SEE, THE DEMENSE MASTER HIMSELF, DJ ZAHIR!!!" The lights around you AND in the floor all dim as you hear a deep low thumping beat begin to sound out around you, the only light in the room from the glowsticks those around you are holding.
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Over the stage, you see a swirling yellow light hovering over head, slowly expanding in swirling waves into a massive yellow flower. The flower petals open wide and reveal a glowing neon yellow honeybee man inside, lying upside down in the petals and stretching his four arms over his head.
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When you hear the beat drop, the four arms suddenly CLAP in front of it, causing the flower to explode into millions of particles of light, floating outward in every direction. The bee man zips downward and waves happily at everyone from above,, laughing happily as everyone reaches back up to him.
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His hair is a frazzled dirty blonde around his two antennae, he easily hands out a flurry of high fives with his four arms, and his glowing outfit of a black tee, jerkin, tight pants, boots, and detached elbow-to-wrist bell sleeves is all outlined and laced with neon yellow along the belt, zipper, laces, and inner & outer edges.
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As he hovers over the audience, he rights himself and begins to spin around, pulling all the light particles back around himself and resembling a slow-spinning galaxy, before sending them to the ceiling, decorating it like a starry sky. He flies back over toward the DJ station, taking the microphone from the butterfly man, speaking loudly into it with a youthfully energetic tone.
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"FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART, I WELCOME EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU, NEW AND RETURNING, TO SHIIINEDOOOOOWN!!!" Applause ERUPTS from the people around you.
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"I INVITE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU, FOR ONE NIGHT, TO LET YOURSELVES GO, SHARE IN THE JOY OF THOSE AROUND YOU, AND LET YOUR BEAUTIFUL SOULS SHINE LIKE THE FUCKING SUN!!!"
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And that is when the doors to the building get kicked open, causing the music to suddenly cut out. The Marauders march their happy asses inside, all grinning ear to ear. This time, they brought dozens of footsoldiers carrying baseball bats and swinging chains. They immediately surround everyone and start smashing lights, cutting cables, attacking speakers, and flipping tables.
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A smaller group of better dressed individuals stays near the doors, the leader pulling out a golden pistol and aiming it at the partygoers in the middle. "Aight you bunch of hippies, we're here to 'repossess the property.' Everyone cooperates, noone ends up with a hole in their heads."
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*IF THEY STEP FORTH*
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Music suddenly starts up with an IMMEDIATE hard flourish of sound, and several of the Marauders on stage go FLYING over everyone's heads, one landing in front of your group on their back. Zahir is standing behind the DJ station, grinning ear to ear as you hear an energetic thumping beat begins to play.
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The people in the audience begin to clap in time with the music, every single one of them suddenly feeling the beat, and it is ENERGIZING them. Once that beat drops, you see a hundred eager party people jump the surrounding Marauders and fight back against them, leaving the more powerful group in the middle... to you and yours.
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AFTER THE FIGHT
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Around the time you finish your fight, all the partygoers are laughing and high fiving each other, having finished around the same time as you. You see all the other Marauders tied up with various pieces of cabling, clothing, and even their own chains.
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Zahir approaches the center of the room, eyes wide and one set of hands over his mouth, the other crossed over his stomach. The speakers were destroyed, cables were cut, and several light fixtures were destroyed.
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The leader of the captured Marauders starts laughing at you and everyone else in the room. "Mission accomplished! The party's over!"
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Zahir's head suddenly turns to a creepy degree to look at him dead in the eyes, smiling wide, before responding, "What makes you say that?"
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... "we downed your lights, broke your speakers, and killed your vibe. Sure looks over to me!"
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All four of Zahir's hands begin to glow a soft yellow light as he slowly and methodically walks toward the Marauder, touching the shoulders and hands of people he walks by, leaving stains of pure light magic on their bodies.
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His smile just widens. "Let me shed some light on this for you. If the vibe is dead, would they all still be here?" The leader realizes not a single person has left yet.
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Zahir continues, dramatically cupping two of his hands around his ears. "If the speakers are dead, why do I hear music?" The people whom are glowing have started singing, in a gospel choir type of way where it's all vocalizing, but its a beautiful harmonious note. And you also see that more and more people are starting to glow as they touch each other's hands and shoulders.
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Zahir stops walking and crouches down in front of the Marauder. "And if the lights are dead, why is it so bright in here?" By this point, everyone in the room is glowing like night lights, and more than half of them are vocalizing.
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The Marauder scoffs at him. "You're the one doing that, you idiot!"
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"Oh, all I did was open the blinds. Most people can't see it through their fleshy bodies, but I see it in them, and these people here... they all learned to see it in each other."
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He slowly steps around behind the Marauder before continuing, placing his hands on his shoulders. "I see it in you too. It's dim, but it's there. It's the kind of light you can't turn off. It's their beautiful souls!" He suddenly pauses to snap his fingers.
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Back at the podium, you see a line of sparks fly up in a zigzag pattern across the front of the table, slowly opening to reveal a set of hidden internal hexagonal speakers, folding out and open to fully cover and obscure the busted ones, even starting to glow with RGB style lighting.
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Zahir rests his chin atop the Marauder's head. "Lights and speakers are just things, break them all you like. The people ARE the party. They can sing. They can dance. And they can shine. Like the fucking. Sun."
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The marauder is just confused at this point, but you can see the gears in his head turn as the message is starting to sink in. In the middle of that thought, Zahir steps back and rears back all four arms. "Now it's your turn!"
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Zahir slams all four hands into the Marauder's back, flooding his body with magical light. The Marauder's shirt is blown completely off, and when Zahir removes his hands, the Marauder's back now has four handprints on it, each with three digits but the palms lined up in a circle, looking like a 12 point sun. The Marauder's eyes are glowing with light and he is enamored by the sight of colors, dumbfounded by the sight of it all.
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"That light is stronger than any weapon, than the strongest metal, the deadliest virus! So long as their souls shine bright, THIS PARTY WILL NEVER DIE!!!" Everyone in the audience NOT humming that tune cheers at the same time, lighting the warehouse with magnificent light AND noise.
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The Marauder is in awe, everything looking like a kaleidoscope through his eyes as that magic takes hold of his senses, and he breaks out into hysterical laughter. From the outside, he looks like he is tripping balls.
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Zahir picks him up bridal style, and flies him up into a dance cage near the center of the ceiling. Thanks to that light magic coursing through him, he is illuminating the whole place as well as any light fixture ever could.
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The music starts coming from the new speakers, harmozing with the vocalization at first until it completely overtakes it. The second that beat drops, the audience is dancing like the party never stopped.
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Zahir flutters overhead in a wide circle as he sees the party has picked back up, giving everyone a fly by high five. Or high three in his case. He eventually comes to your group and lands in front of you, offering each of you high fives and handshakes. "Crazy night, right?! Not every day I gotta break out the special gear!"
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*DM/REGALIA*
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"Indeedily I am! Guessing you're here to try and grab my gear, right?" He laughs a bit. "I'd love to, but I think you all deserve a fun night after laying the THmackdown on those guys earlier. What say we enjoy the party tonight, and you come by another day? Then we can do this fight right!" |