FATE-Prism/Domains/DOMAIN - Yellow.txt

The warbling gate is a golden ring with a yellow magic wall, and it doesn't look like anything specific, but it IS unusually bright
 
YELLOW DOMAIN 
 
On the beach: 
https://youtu.be/yy0701OyeRo?si=H_9WEeAvScDcXAJ0 
 
Inside the festival: 
https://youtu.be/75q8Krpw-R0?si=isT0RYZ1oQVxQAHz 
 
## Upon exiting the YELLOW gate,  
You feel warmth beaming down on your heads, you hear a few seagulls chirping in the distance, and you see the ocean washing on the shore right beneath your feet. 
 
Welcome to the **Beach** domain! 
 
In front of you is a pure golden yellow sandy beach stretching for miles
There are dozens of beach bodies lying back in the sand on towels
There are both kids AND adults making sandcastles and sandsculptures
There are people openly grilling food on the beach, likely for families

On the right is a rolling ocean as endless as the sandy beach, with a mix of waves small and large
There are swimmers in the semi-shallow parts of the water
There are surfers riding the waves in the distance
A couple skimboarders ride past you on their shortboards, riding along the freshly wetted sand
 
On your left, elevated by a few wooden steps, is a massive stretch of walkable boardwalk
People are 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. 

(NOTICE ROLL) When you pass by all of the food shacks, you spot what looks like a little bee holding up a sign saying all of them are sweetened with all natural honey instead of sugar, all harvested from the violet domain

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*IF FOOD*
A portly pelican in a blue tank top and a yellow nametag reading HORACE happily meets you at the counter. "Hey there! What can get I get for ya?"

*IF SHOP*
A fashionable flamingo in a yellow polo tee smiles and waves to your group, her yellow nametag reading JANICE. "Welcome in! Can I help you find anything?

(IF DM/REGALIA)
"Oh, you wanna talk to Zahir. You won't have to search far, he tends to make himself known. In fact, he's hosting an event later today, so if you just wanna hang out and enjoy yourselves, he'll make himself known." Theh hand you a flier on bright yellow paper with black ink, explaining the event as an after-hours dance party.

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Later on in the evening, you notice the boardwalk is becoming a bit crowded. 

(INVESTIGATE ROLL) You realize there is suddenly an influx of people walking in from the gate. And unlike the normal beachgoers up to now, they are all dressed a little strangely. Most of them are wearing bright neon mesh clothing or bikini tops, and their pants or shorts are either black or matching neons.
 
(NOTICE ROLL) You 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.
 
*Following the noise,*
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.
 
*Opening the door,*
Your ears are met with a thunderous BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM, a repetitive thud so deep and powerful it makes your whole body rumble

*Stepping inside*
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.
You have entered a beach rave.
 
Sitting around the doors on the left and right are tables of clothing and accessories.
- The table on the left has glowsticks galore, neon shirts & wristbands, and beaded accessories of many different styles, ran by a portly Pelican in a blue tank top, his yellow nametag reading HORACE
- 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 in a yellow polo tee, her nametag reading JANICE
 
*IN THE AUDIENCE*
Dozens of people are walking around, talking as best they can over the music, dancing to the beat in a myriad of styles, and overall just being friendly. (NOTICE ROLL)
- A white tiger woman bumps hips with someone, wearing baggy black pants with reflective orange stripes and a black crop top
- A ferret dances backwards right in front of your group before stepping away, only wearing some cutoff jean shorts and glowsticks around his wrists
- A hand FIRMLY grabs a handful of SOMEONE's ass, and you have no clue who did it
- And while they approach. you spot SOMEONE in the distance just eyeing your group up before heading out the door

*DJ STATION*
Approaching the front where the DJ station sits, massive speakers thumping and rumbling around the table as a skinny insect man (a bumblebee) is grinning and bouncing in time with the speakers, one hand on the table's dials while the second operates the record table, a third on a headset, and a fourth raised up in a "C" shape. A moment later, the music drops in volume as the vocals of the song start chattering quietly toward the end end of the track. He speaks out loud enough to where EVERYONE can hear.
 
"WELCOME TO SHINEDOWN!!!" 
 
"THIS IS DJ ZAHIR AND I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM!!!" 
 
"I WANNA SEE ALL YOU PEOPLE HAVE THE NIGHT OF YOUR LIVES AND LET YOUR BEAUTIFUL SOULS SHINE LIGHT THE FUCKING SUN!!!" 
 
And that is when the doors to the building get kicked open, and the Marauders March their happy asses inside, all grinning ear to ear. This time they brought numbers, as dozens of footsoldiers come pouring in, carrying baseball bats and swinging chains. They immediately start smashing the lights, cutting the cables, breaking the speakers, and flipping the tables. 

A smaller group of better dressed individuals stays near the doors, the leader (ocelot) pulling out a golden pistol and aiming it at the partygoers in the middle. "Alright you bunch of hippies, we're here to 'repossess the property,' as it were. Everyone cooperates, noone ends up with a hole in their heads."

*ONCE THE FIGHT STARTS*
- The music suddenly starts to kick up, turning the whole fight into a groovy dance battle
- The second the players start fighting, the audience around them become empowered, and starts fighting the OTHER Marauders around them to keep the damage to a minimum
 
AFTER THE FIGHT 
 
All the partygoers are laughing and high fiving each other, and you see all the other Marauders tied up with various pieces of cabling, clothing, and even their own chains. However, the damage was done. Speakers were destroyed, cables were cut, and several light fixtures were broken. Zahir approaches the center of the room, eyes wide and one set of hands over his mouth, the other crossed over his stomach. 
 
The leader of the captured Marauders (the ocelot) starts laughing at you and everyone else in the room. "Mission accomplished! The party's over!" 
 
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?" 
 
... "we downed your lights, broke your speakers, and killed your vibe. Sure looks over to me!" 
 
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. His smile just widens before he responds, "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.  
 
(Notice roll) You hear several people begin vocalizing in the background. 
 
Zahir continues, cupping a hand dramatically against the side of his head. "If the speakers are dead, why do I hear music?" You realize 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. 
 
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.  
 
"You're the one doing that, you idiot!" 
 
"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." He slowly steps around behind the Marauder before continuing. "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."
 
Back at the podium, you see a line of sparks fly up in a zigzag pattern from underneath the desk, before it slowly opens to reveal a set of hidden internal hexagonal speakers, and when they swivel out, they completely obscure the broken ones. Zahir continues, "Lights and speakers are just things. The people ARE the party. They can sing. They can dance. And they can shine. Like the fucking. Sun." 
 
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 kneels behind him and rears back all four arms. "Now it's your turn!" 
 
"...wait wha--" His words are interrupted as he is struck from behind by all four hands, his body glowing with powerful light. His 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. 

"That light is more powerful than any weapon, more infectious than laughter! 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. 
 
He is completely dumbfounded as his eyes shine bright, looking out onto the audience with absolute shock. He slowly starts to break out in hysterical laughter, the message finally sinking in. Zahir picks him up bridal style, and flies him up into a dance cage near the center of the ceiling, illuminating the whole place as well as any light fixture ever could. 
 
And that is when the music starts coming from the new speakers, harmozing with the vocalization at first until it completely overtakes it, and the second that beat drops, the audience is dancing like the party never stopped. In that time, Zahir picked up the other Marauders your group fought and dropped them into dance cages as well. The other ones beaten by the audience are pretty well surrounded by five or six dancing and grinding bodies each, so they aren't going anywhere.
 
Zahir flutters in a wide circle as he sees the party has picked back up, before flying lower and giving everyone in a circular row a fly by high five. Or high three in his case. He eventually comes to your group and lands in front of your group, offering each of you high fives and handshakes. "Crazy night, right?! Not every day I gotta break out the special gear!"

*DM/REGALIA*
"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 guys need a break 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!"