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This gate is a golden ring with a yellow magic wall, and 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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(BEHIND YOU)
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The gate itself is attached to a sturdy pair of palm trees crossing across each other near the tops
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(TO THE LEFT)
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Elevated by a few wooden steps, you see a massive stretch of walkable boardwalk full of shops and stands
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(BEFORE YOU)
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You see a pure yellow sandy beach stretching for miles, filled to the brim with beach bodies
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(TO THE RIGHT)
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There is a rolling ocean as endless as the sandy beach, ALSO filled with beach bodies
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- BOARDWALK
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- BEACH
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- OCEAN
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*BEACH*
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The beach sands are a surprisingly clean golden yellow, and within the few miles you can see, you spot dozens of beach bodies young & old lying back on towels & soaking in rays, or making sandcastles or other sandsculptures 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 dozen 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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*IF THEY JOIN*
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A lemur girl with tied back blonde & black dreadlocks in a purple bikini introduces herself as AMOY, and declares this to be a game of Ultimate Frisbee. Everyone splits into two teams of seven, and all (# of players) of you are thankfully selected to be on the same team.
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The rules are simple: Toss the disc into the endgoal to score a point, you cannot run with the disc in hand, and you have ten seconds to pass it to someone.
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These guys seem like easygoing beachgoers, but once the game starts, they reveal themselves to be literal Frisbee warriors. They are tossing disks backwards, in midair, upside down, and at one point, Amoy makes a powerful shot with her feet!
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(Make a few FIGHT/SHOOT/PHYSIQUE ROLLS)
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(The NPCs playing all have stats at +1)
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EACH HIGH ROLL EARNS THEM A POINT,
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EACH MATCH EARNS NO POINT,
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EACH LOW ROLL EARNS THE NPCs A POINT
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After about thirty minutes of intense disk throwing action, game is finally called, and (whichever team) pulled out a victory.
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Everyone is laughing and relaxing in the sun for a few minutes after, but eventually Amoy calls out. "Alright, let's pack it up! Party starts soon, and we all need to get ready for the big show!"
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*ASK ABOUT PARTY*
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Amoy wipes her face off with a towel. "I assumed you were here for it, there's a party on the boardwalk later today. Hang out for a bit longer, you'll know where to go."
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*OCEAN*
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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.
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(IF THEY GO/DIVE IN)
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The water ungulates and carries you up & down slowly, the rhythm only interrupted by the occasional wave rolling in. A few adults are playing Marco Polo with their kids, a couple are snorkeling near the water's surface, and a few are just lounging on innertubes and chilling out. You even spot a few people on skimboards, gliding by on the freshly wetted sand where it meets the water.
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You are approached by an Orangutan man in green shorts with long red hair, a shark tooth necklace, and a massive grin, pedaling through the water on a longboard surfboard. "Hey dudes and dudettes, might wanna mind your heads!"
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He points into the distance, toward a massive wave curling up and approaching your group AND him.
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He starts paddling away quickly, watching it the whole time, until the tail end of his board meets the face of the wave and he stands up, surfing on the wave all the way back to the beach. And he's not alone, about three other surfers managed to catch the same wave before AND after him.
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(WANT TO SURF)
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You approach the orangutan's group while he and his friends take a break, planting the tail ends of their boards into the sand, forming a lineup. When they see you, the orangutan speaks first. "Well if it isn't the Kooks from the water!"
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(ASK TO SURF)
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He turns to his friends. "Grab the spare boards from the car, brah! We're training some Barneys!"
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He introduces himself as KENOI, and spends the next 15 minutes or so explaining the physical mechanics of surfing as simply as he can, boiling it down to getting the right speed when paddling away from the wave, balancing properly, and maneuvering the board at the right angle at the drop 'alongside the wave' rather than against it.
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After, he takes you into the water and points out what to look for in the water and to wait for when it breaks to form actual waves. A minute later, the exact description he gave appears and a wave forms behind you all.
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(DRIVE, ATHLETICS, & PHYSIQUE ROLL)
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*PASS ALL 3* You manage to not only catch the wave, but you ride it clean through the barrel and watch as the wave slowly overlaps your entire body in a massive circular tube of water, clear until the wave collapses behind you moments later. You ride all the way to where the other surfers meet up with you, all cheering their hearts out.
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*PASS 2 OUT OF 3*
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You are a little shaky on the (failed skill), but you manage to catch the wave with some effort and ride it out for several seconds with only minimal turbulence. The others wait for you to paddle to them and give you both props and pointers for next time.
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*FAIL 2 OR ALL*
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You try your hardest to match the speed, balance the board, and pilot it properly, but it just doesn't quite work out for you. Despite your best efforts, you lose control and fall in the water. When you resurface, the group shouts WIPEOUT and paddle over to you, making sure you aren't too badly hurt.
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About an hour later, the orangutan calls out to the group. "Alright, time's up! Don't wanna miss the party!"
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(IF THEY ASK)
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As they pick up their boards and head back to their car, the Orangutan walks and talks with you. "Supposed to be a rocking party on the boardwalk later, gotta get cleaned and changed. See you Barneys there?"
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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 on foot, skates, scooters, bikes, and skateboards.
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Scattered along it 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 like 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 drawing of a bee holding up a sign saying all the 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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Everything you see here appears to be the same brand, a peculiar picture of a pink flower stitched into every piece of clothing on the tag.
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(IF DM/REGALIA)
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"You wanna talk to the DJ at the party. You won't have to search far, he makes himself known. It should be starting soon."
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(LATER)
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(NOTICE Roll) You spot a sudden influx of oddly dressed people walking in from the gate. 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, including their pants and shorts.
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You ALSO begin to hear a deep repetitive thumping in the distance, like someone is banging on a huge 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 see them all heading toward a large building in the distance, what looks like a repurposed warehouse. When anyone opens the doors, that pounding noise doubles in volume and you see an intense amount of flashing light.
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*OPEN DOOR*
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Your ears are met with the thunderous BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM of music, 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 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 VERY friendly.
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You can also see a VERY vibrantly yellow person manning the DJ table in the back of the room, and he is having the time of his 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 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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- The table on the right has a few bowls of yellow punch with a distinct aroma of honey, as well as tall paper cups full of the same stuff or just plain water, ran by a portly pelican man in a baseball cap and a blue tank top, his yellow nametag reading HORACE
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*IN THE AUDIENCE*
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(NOTICE Roll)(Lowest to Highest)
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- A hand FIRMLY grabs a handful of (player)'s ass, and you have no clue who did it amongst the sea of dancing bodies
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- (Amoy) A lemur girl with blonde & black dreadlocks dances backwards right in front of (player), only wearing a purple bikini top and some cutoff jean shorts with glowsticks around her wrists. She just waves at you before booty shaking her way back into the audience.
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- A tall white tiger woman with black hair tipped in white bumps hips with (player), wearing baggy black pants with reflective orange stripes and a black crop top, and she is grinning at you VERY playfully
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- You spot SOMEONE near the door in a motorcycle helmet & matching outfit, but instead of joining in, they just walk back out the door.
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*DJ STATION*
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You approach the six foot high stage carrying a set of massive speakers thumping and rumbling around a DJ station. A yellow butterfly man with short black hair operates the turntable expertly, wearing a VERY loose white tank top (so his wings can slip free) and a pair of large headphones around his neck.
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When the current track finishes, he picks up a nearby microphone, his voice carrying a slight echo. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THANK YOU FOR COMING OUT TONIGHT! IS EVERYONE HAVING A GOOD TIME?!?!"
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The entire audience cheers at the same time as loud as they can. "NOW IT'S TIME FOR THE MAIN EVENT! GIVE IT UP FOR THE MAN YOU'RE 'REALLY' HERE TO SEE, MY MENTOR AND THE DEMENSE MASTER HIMSELF, DJ ZAHIR!!!"
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The audience starts to cheer again, but it starts dying down as the lights around you AND in the floor all dim at once. The speakers start to release a low hum, building a slow methodical beat over a few moments.
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Over the stage, you see a swirling yellow light, slowly expanding in arching waves into a massive yellow flower made of light. 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, his four arms CLAP, 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 just overhead, laughing happily as everyone reaches back up to him excitedly.
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His hair is a frazzled dirty blonde around his two antennae, and his glowing outfit of a black tee, black jerkin, tight black pants, black boots, and black 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. For a moment, the entire overhead resembles a visualization of a slow spinning galaxy.
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He stops and throws his hands up, sending the light particles to the ceiling, decorating it like a starry sky for a moment before the light particles finally fade away, and the lights slowly return jntk the room.
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He flies back over toward the DJ station, taking the microphone from the butterfly man, speaking loudly into it with a youthfully energetic tone. "FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART, I WELCOME EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU TO SHIIINEDOOOOOWN!!!"
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Applause and cheers ERUPTS from all sides.
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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 cut out. A group of Marauders march their happy asses inside, all grinning ear to ear. The leader pulls out a golden pistol and aims it at the ceiling. "Aight you bunch of new-age hippies, party's over!"
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Dozens of footsoldiers come pouring in right after, carrying baseball bats and swinging chains. They immediately surround everyone and start smashing lights, cutting cables, attacking speakers, and flipping tables. Several of them head straight for the stage, aiming for the DJ table.
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(TEAM STEPS UP)
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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 the same thumping beat that brought you here begin to play.
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The people in the audience start talking amongst themselves, start tapping their feet, start to groove again, much to the irritation of the Marauders leader. The party people all start grinning at each other too, like they all just had the same idea.
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The second you hear that beat drop, you see a hundred eager party people jump the surrounding Marauders and fight back against them all on their own, 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. Despite everyone's best efforts, in the ensuing chaos, the speakers were destroyed, the tables are smashed, the food & merch was ruined, and several light fixtures were busted out.
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The leader of the captured Marauders starts laughing at you and everyone else in the room. At some point his mask was removed and revealed a mosquito man with a black ponytail, although he is bleeding from the forehead. "Mission accomplished! The party's over!"
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Zahir's head suddenly turns to a creepy degree to look at the Marauder leader dead in the eyes, smiling wide. "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 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?"
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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. More and more people are starting to glow as they touch each other's hands and shoulders. A couple extend their hands to your group as well.
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(IF THEY ACCEPT)
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The yellow light harmlessly washes over your body in a matter of seconds, but from inside the center of your chest appears a glowing sphere of light, pearlescent in hue, now visible to everyone. You have the opportunity to offer the same to another person near you.
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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?"
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By this point, everyone in the room is glowing like night lights, and more than half of them are vocalizing. 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, placing his hands on his shoulders. "I see it in you too. It's dim, but it's there. It's the one kind of light you can't break. It's their beautiful souls!"
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He points at the podium on stage and releases a laser of yellow magic against the front of it, going up in a perfect zigzag pattern. Sparks fly off the podium until it pops open and two doors slowly swivel out to reveal a set of hidden internal hexagonal speakers, fully covering and obscuring the busted ones, glowing 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. But you can't break the people so easily. 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 and disappointed at this point, but 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, palms together, 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 multicolored light, and he is both enamored and dumbfounded.
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Zahir steps out from behind this Marauder and starts walking around toward the others on the ground tied up, touching each and every one of their heads and imbibing them with the glow as well. "That light is stronger than the mightiest weapon, the strongest spell, the deadliest virus! And the more of us there are, the stronger it grows! So long as their souls shine bright, THIS PARTY WILL NEVER DIE!!!"
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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. In his mind, he can see all the magnificent lights radiating out and mixing together into a majestic glow of colors, like their energy and excitement is mixing into one giant powerful light.
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From the outside, he looks like he is tripping balls. His hysterical laughter is slowly becoming infectious, even to the other Marauders in the room.
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Zahir picks the leader 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 the party picks back up, giving everyone a fly by high five. Or high three in his case. He comes to your group and lands in front of you, offering each of you high fives, handshakes, and fist bumps. "Hey there, new faces! Crazy night for your first party, am I right?!"
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*DM/REGALIA*
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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?!"
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(IF YES)
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"Great! Now smile for the camera!"
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He turns and flutters behind your group, revealing the butterfly man with an older style of camera, aiming it at your group.
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Zahir laughs happily and takes a goofball pose, saying CHEESE as the camera flashes and captures this entire night in a single photo. "That one's going on the shelf!" |