MARCH 2015

[thecanopycrew]

Uncertain if this is a game for you? Curious to see how your character would act in it? Testing the waters? Then take them on this very first Home Tree Test Drive! directions ❀ Don't forget to read the Introduction , our Rules and the F.A.Q ❀ Post with your character with their name and canon in the subject line. ❀ Use the prompt(s) given here or make up your own! ❀ Both prose and comment spam format are welcome. ❀ Tag around! Make friends. Don't be afraid to discuss OOCly while tagging. ❀ The Test Drive Meme can be used for your application's first person sample. ❀ This meme is is considered as OOC and not part of the game's canon. prompt Welcome to the Faerie Feast! After your have gained your wings, you are met by a feast on the second floor with all that the forest can offer you. Tables and chairs are set up everywhere along the walkway between the houses, allowing the new visitors to meet and greet - or try to hide in the corners and eat berries all by themselves. Try your new wings to be the first to grab those delicious crumbs of walnut bread? Or say hi to your party lights, courtesy of some excited glow worms and flies that just want to be your best friends. Explore how your new gem works, try put your leaf clothes or decide to head further into the tree, seeing just what kind of place your have stumbled into. Maybe you will even get a glimpse of those hairy legs on the fourth floor?

Night Gem Wing Inspiration ❀ Day Gem Wing Inspiration

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Memoca | Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea

[fowlmiliar]

((OOC: Memoca is a character with wings for arms, so they've been replaced with Day Gem wings as of this TDM.))

A; FOOD...?!

[First order of business: After horrible limbless trauma and realizing your wing-arms have been replaced by fairy wings, stop trying to use them to fly. Because Memoca is not used to fairy wings at all and only ends up crashing against the tree.

With a big bruise on her forehead indicating her previous attempts at flight, she sits down at the convenient feast... before sticking her tongue out.]

Bleeeh.

[Memoca, be grateful.]

Don'tcha have any meat here?

B; FISH WORMS ARE FRIENDS

[Eventually, she'll decide to give into her stomach and start looking for actual food. Unfortunately, vegetables are still gross, as any twelve year old can agree. So, being literally twelve and a seagull girl, Memoca assesses her options.

She's about two inches tall-- short back home, even shorter now. The glow worms that fly around, providing party lights, range from slighter bigger to a lot smaller.

Memoca begins to creep up on the smaller ones... and pounces on it, knees pinning it down by the wing and fairy wings maneuvering to grab it.]

Gotcha! It's chow time~

[PLEASE DON'T LET HER EAT THE CUTE GLOW WORM IT'S SCREAMING FOR HELP]

C; NICE LEGS DAISY DUKES

Seriously, what is that?

[When you've been transported to a different world and shrunk down to two inches, a sane person would take several steps. These steps probably include 'avoid strange creatures which are larger than me until I am armed'.

Memoca does not appear to be taking this step.]

It can't be that scary. C'mon, come and see it with me!

[DON'T LISTEN TO THE SEAGULL GIRL, HER ADVICE LEADS TO THE BAD ENDING]

B;

[handtowels]

[As far as fairies go, Takatora is tall. He's also a man fond of pragmatism, and eating their sources of light and heat is the opposite of that.

Which is why he bends down, grabs Memoca by the back of her top, and physically hauls her off of the screaming glow worm. He's strong enough to dangle her above the floor, which he proceeds to do.]

Hey! Idiot, don't snack on the insects we're depending on.

The Sinner (Wyrden Aisling) | Freedom Wars

[millionyearsentence]

a;

Are you familiar with the saying 'an old dog learns no new tricks'? That's exactly what this young woman is struggling with right now.

There are large wings sprouting from her back, almost completely obscuring a black rectangular box strapped to her waist - but what would draw the most attention would be firstly the red-coloured coil on one of her arms, and the man with ice-white hair beside her. Not only does he look human, he is also approximately scaled down to three-fourths her size.

"Come on. You're telling me you can't use this thing? We're cut off from the Panopticon, surely...?"

The man shakes his head, his voice fluid but very obviously synthesised, as if through a speaker.

An Accessory is not permitted to utilize a Thorn unless issued a code override.

"Man, I'd have thought you'd be more human, after all this time... Eh, whatever. Can't be fussy with you, now can I?" Wyrden sighs, running a hand through her short red-brown hair. If you look like a decently-strong adult, she'll be addressing you now.

"Hey! Mind giving me a hand over here?"


b;

After some trouble she manages to (wo)manhandle her Accessory up to the second floor, and is now wandering about looking at the houses. What catches her attention the most is the food laid out on the tables - they do smell... positive? Unfamiliar, that is for sure, but her nose is telling her good things about them. People are also eating them, with little to no ill effects.

But she still doesn't know what they are, so - what better way to find out than ask?

If you are eating, she will come up to you with an extremely serious expression - Ramiel shadowing her equally intensely. (He has no wings.)

"What is this... thing?"


c;

It's taken her quite a while to get oriented around the place, and - it is tiring, honestly, especially for a person who was grabbed right in the middle of a mission. And since she is so very used to minimalist efficiency, she just crashes straight onto the floor. Her belongings are in her bag, used as a simple makeshift pillow. Granted, it is an out-of-the-way section of the corridors, but it is on the floor nevertheless.

As usual, Ramiel keeps watch. And by that, he simply stares at her while she sleeps.

It's totally not creepy, okay.

Totally.


Right?

A;

[handtowels]

[Being tall and decently broad, Takatora's a good candidate.]

A hand with what?

[He asks, turning his attention her way. When he actually looks at her and sees her odd coil and non-fairy companion, he cannot help but stare a little.]

Huh? I thought that everybody got a pair of wings.

[His own were icily pale, irredescent, and somewhat jagged in shape.]

Yuuya Sakazaki | Hatoful Boyfriend

[espigeonage]

[He's normally half the height of humans, but if small characters are shrunk to the same size as human ones, a three-inch white bird seems awful huge. Yuuya's 'wings' barely deserve the name. With shorter feathers and clawed hands like on one of his ancestors, at best they might help him keep his balance. The fuzzy white moth wings are cute, though.]

I seem to recall tales where eating fairy food was a bad thing, but it may be too late.

[dreamwalking_elf]

*Alundra gave the giant bird a double take. There really were all kinds of tribes represented in this tree they all found themselves in. But the bird seemed intelligent enough to converse with. The elf had a set of brown and orange mothlike wings he'd managed to keep folded down his back.*

Why? What's wrong with fairy food?

Natasha Romanoff | mcu | ota

[dissemblance]

1;

[She adapts quickly. Always has. The wings are new. For the first few hours, apropos of nothing, she wonders if she's hallucinating. Dreaming or drugged, it doesn't much matter. As far as mental attacks go, it's relatively benign. Nothing to do but shrug and carry on. The mind is a maze, and so long as you keep your head in the game you can find your way out of almost anything.

She examines nearly everything she comes across, affecting a keen sense of wonder rather than a spy's wandering eye, though the feast catches her attention for several other reasons besides. She's heard her fair share of tall tales about eating in the underworld or a fairy realm, only to find it's a binding contract that has effectively made you a slave. So while she studies the food, she takes none of it, and to anyone that might happen to come up alongside her,]

I'd watch the pomegranates if I were you.

[Her tone is dry, but there's something of a warning in it as well. Wherever this may be, she's betting on it playing for keeps.]


2;


[The bathhouse is... quaint, she supposes. Everything here runs to the same theme, that of a Paton painting. She hasn't dismissed the possibilities of what this place might be, or mean, but for the time being she has nothing to do but wait, and watch. A spider's greatest virtue is its patience, after all.

For now, she's sitting on the edge of hollowed-out rocks meant to imitate a bathtub, still mostly dressed. Her wings spill onto the ground behind her like a bloody oil slick, though every once in a while she'll stretch them or give them cause to flutter. Join her there?]

(2)

[redactions]

[ So you really do see a bright light when you go - one mystery solved he can't tell anyone else about. The air smells sweet, and faintly of fruit, and there's - bark? This is a tree. ]

[ The next hour, suffice to say, has a lot of cursing and stumbling about in an attempt to get his bearings. A few branches take the brunt of it, but are otherwise undamaged. He's got a heartbeat, and a pair of wings, and he's hungry but the food is suspicious. The ice caked on his fingers gets dusted off, and by the time he reaches the bathhouse he's significantly more composed, but no less unsettled. ]

Mornin'. You just get here too?

[ He gives her a tight smile - hey, she's pretty. ]

Ōtani Yoshitsugu | Samurai Warriors (4)

[hakanai]

A; TEARING IT UP

[A leaf tunic certainly covers the body and one's modesty (if one has, in fact, got any modesty to hide), but for some it simply isn't quite good enough. Yoshitsugu has spent most of his life hiding the bottom half of his face with a suitable facecloth; why he does this is mostly a mystery to everyone but himself but regardless of the why, the situation simply must be fixed as soon as possible.]

[Right now he's found a nice, quiet corner where a glow worm is curled up, providing Yoshitsugu with the light he needs to work on the scrap of... something he has acquired. It's clearly not going to be a neat job, judging by the ragged ends already visible, but needs must.]

[The scene is actually very peaceful, and it doesn't seem like there'd be any reason to avoid Yoshitsugu right now... why not sneak a peek?]


B; FLYING SCHOOL

[It doesn't matter how elegant or clever you are; flying is a very new experience and the chances of having a few minor incidents is probably rather high.]

[Did you hear that commotion a few moments ago? Following the sounds to it source will reveal Yoshitsugu sat on the floor, his somewhat dragonfly-like wings shimmering rather prettily.]

[Yep, the strategist had a small mid-flight collision. Nothing too bad; his currently exposed arm reveals quickly darkening bruises and a lot of scratching, but Yoshitsugu does not seem to be in much pain. Instead, he is examining the injuries with something more like curiousity. Get closer and you'll hear him say:]

Interesting.

[...no more, no less. Perhaps someone should check he's actually okay and persuade him to clean those wounds up?]


[ooc: Option A will come with mock curses spoken very seriously...]

B;

[handtowels]

[Yoshitsugu is alive. Those three words have been a mantra running continuously through Takatora's mind since their reunion. It's difficult to give Yoshitsugu the space he deserves. Takatora knows that he shouldn't hover over Yoshitsugu 24/7 -- he just can't bear the thought of losing Yoshitsugu again. It's a minor miracle that he manages to force himself to back off for a little while each day.

The problem is that then things like this happen.

Takatora can see that Yoshitsugu's injuries are nothing serious, yet a tightness seizes his chest and a pang of fear stabs through his heart. He knows that his overblown reaction is irrational, but he cannot stop himself from feeling it.

He drops to his knees at Yoshitsugu's side. The slight, jerky flutter of his wings is restless.]

Yoshitsugu -- [His voice shouldn't sound thick with worry when he should be exasperated alone; his fingers aren't meant to tremble minutely as he touches Yoshitsugu's wrist.] Let me see what you've managed to do to yourself.

[At least he has a stash of hand towels in his coat.]

Princess Peach | Super Mario Bros

[princesspeach]

A. Faerie Feast

[ The tree might be nice, the wings might be lovely, but a kidnapping is still a kidnapping all the same. The good Princess Toadstool may be used to them, but being shrunk and turning into a little faerie? Not usually on the menu. While she has been keeping a slightly suspicious eye around for whoever looks nefarious enough to have organized such a feat, she's still happy to meet and greet with the new people. After all, it's not often she meets so many new faces, and the feast is actually quite tempting looking. Flittering her sparkling pink wings, she'll sit down next to a hapless character and offer the most charming smile this side of Toad Town has to offer. ]

Are you enjoying yourself?

[ Daintily, she'll pick up a breadcrumb of walnut bread and look it over. It's definitely... interesting, but hey, when in Rome. It definitely smells better than whatever Bowser's goons cook up for her! ]

B. Rest and Relaxation

[ Sometime after the party, the good princess retreats to a little nook in the wall, looking out of one of the windows and at the beautiful scenery. A glow worm has snuggled up to her, and she's gently patting its head as she contemplates the precariousness of her situation. What is there to be done? She supposes she could just fly away, but that doesn't make her the right size. The Overthere probably doesn't ship out their magic growing apples to just anyone, either...

With a soft sigh, she starts to close her eyes. Somehow, she hopes her wishes still make it up to the starry sky, because she could definitely use a way home right about now. ]

A

[ladiesknight]

"I certainly am now," said Kyle, tipping Peach a quick wink to assure her that he meant no harm. "You seem to be taking things in stride. Maybe you're used to being whisked off to faraway places?"

He wasn't eating anything, but he was taking a sip of some of the offered drink. "I'm Kyle, from the Queendom of Falena. Pleased to make your acquaintance."

Kyle | Suikoden V

[ladiesknight]

Now that he had a spare moment, Kyle was over at the edge of the bathhouse pool, undoing the long blue cord that held his hair in place. This he caught in his teeth while he unraveled his braid. Wouldn't do to get his things wet -- especially now that it might be tough trying to get them replaced.

He always felt weird with his hair down; it was even more bizarre to be doing so around strangers in what wasn't even a proper heated bath. Nevertheless, he started the process of shedding his armor, putting each piece carefully to the side.

...This was going to take a while.

[espigeonage]

Meanwhile, Yuuya paused just long enough to remove his tie before plunging into the water. He'd taken off his harness and its contents to stash somewhere, where it's not likely anyone will poke around and get into it. He pauses, droplets sticking to him. "It's a little bit warm! Ah, good!"

The young spy proceeds to splashing and wallowing with all the enthusiasm you expect from a bird taking a bath. He doesn't spatter Kyle, but it's a near thing.

Terpsichora Ll'wen | FFXIV oc

[ungirlish]

A: Giant Baby gets wings
[Look. Chora is by no means an elegant gymnast. Sure she can probably pull her legs over her head with a lot of work, but she's got the bearing and grace of a rock. She's not exactly eager to try these wings out, but...Well, if they do work, and if she can manage it all, then it'll be so sweet right?

She's going to do it like nature intended; if you're unlucky, you might see a relatively tall woman run towards the ledge of the second floor. Yep. She's going to attempt to jump. She doesn't mess around.]


B: Alright that was a failure
[Well, at least she didn't die like an idiot. Much more subdued and sullen, she's currently attempting to gather up as many berries and crumbs of bread as she can carry.

What? Too old, too slow suckers. You miss out, it's your fault. If anyone's game enough to try to reclaim some of her haul, you can expect a fight on your hands; it seems like she has something in mind for all that food.]


C: Chora no what are you doing
[Once she's done eating and attempting to fly, there's only one thing left for it. Time to change into her sweet new leaf clothes! Except...

Although she's made an effort to find relative privacy, and although she still has her modesty-preserving Typical White MMO Underwear on, there might just be the fact that she's still practically sitting in a hallway trying to figure out whether the leaf clothes thing is just a joke or not. And this coming from a woman who runs around in a black bikini in the snow, honestly.]

...Smells real. Eugh, will tear it after bell of wear; cannot do anything in actual plant for clothes!

c;

[dissemblance]

[Natasha has already mastered the art of Plant Clothes ^TM and is looking about as at-ease as anyone can in such a situation. Still, the-- hallway spectacle makes her pause, and she gives the woman a slightly quizzical look, one eyebrow raised.]

Don't knock it until you've tried it. It's actually pretty comfortable.

[Her cover identity, Tatiana, is a bit of a tree-hugger, she's decided. #savethewhales and all that.]

Alundra -- Alundra

[dreamwalking_elf]

*Although still a young man by the standards of his tribe, Alundra had already experienced quite an insane amount of adventures, courtesy of an evil god tricking people into worshiping him. He'd been inside a giant tree before, but thankfully no Murgg were wandering around causing trouble.*

*He could honestly say he hadn't had the pleasure of having wings before. They were going to take some getting used to, being fuzzy like a moth's and a mix of orange and brown. At least the orange matched his hair. He might be trying his wings out so sorry if he bumped into you.*

Re: Alundra -- Alundra

[divine_beast]

...!

When Alundra bumped into Link, he wobbled a little on his new wings; he let out a brief cry of surprise as he collided in turn into a plant that had sprouted out from the surface of the tree. Once he'd recovered himself, he stood and rubbed at his side, unhurt but a little disoriented.

Arno Victor Dorian - Assassin's Creed

[sirpisspot]

A:

[Surely, there was something in the wine he drank last night. Arno wasn't sure he knew what he was doing or getting into when he found himself here and grabbed a hold of a dark looking gemstone and sprouted weird wings.

Trying to think of it as still merely a dream, he managed to find his way to the party, and all of the colorful food sprawled on the leafy table. Everything here was far too..."natural". That and he now realized he was here too long to really think this was a dream anymore.

There were other odd types here with wings and Arno didn't know how to make himself present here quite yet, so he did some private investigating instead. He walked on over to the table, feeling mighty suspicious.

If this was a dream, then perhaps then this walnut bread would taste-]

...Merde!

[After cursing, he spat out the bread. It tasted good, but it shouldn't have tasted like anything if this were to actually make sense. Well, that made things difficult now, didn't it?]

B:

[Well, at least he was trying. Arno tried to get used to these wings by flying from branch to branch. Probably, you could catch him overhead. He'd been at this for hours.]

a;

[dissemblance]

[Well that's quite the display. Natasha, standing nearby, arches an eyebrow. She's dressed in the local clothing and has been for quite some time. Leaves aren't to her taste, but it's better than a battle-ready catsuit, and her wings - black, with subtle red filaments throughout - flutter faintly as though she's not yet accustomed to their presence.

She tilts her head.]

Not quite what you were expecting?

maedhros | tolkien legendarium

[ex_discrowns53]

A

[ He sits on a branch; translucent wings fluttering behind him from beneath a long mane of red hair, Valinorean-wrought blade at his hip. Even seated, he's tall, assured of towering over most of the other new residents when upright, and if the elegantly pointed ears don't give it away, he's an elf. A very grumpy elf, who has no idea how he got from a war camp to this tree.

Eventually he does get to his feet, movements almost too graceful for his height, and helps himself to some bread and berries. No sense starving himself to make a point. And, hey, if any of the food's poisoned, he'll just wake up in the Halls. Of course, the disorientation hasn't quite worn off yet, so the redhead is having a little trouble balancing a small plate against his chest.

Probably a side effect of only having a stump where a right hand should be. ]


B

[ What's the use of having wings if you can't use them?

Maedhros is practicing with his, gradually working up from small jaunts between lower branches to larger ones further up the tree. He's shying away from the fourth floor of the tree house though. Spiders make him nervous and the elf isn't sure he won't instinctively try to slay one. ]

B

[shortesthighking]

[...This clearly isn't the Halls, if Maedhros is here.

Well. That's a relief. It doesn't explain where this is, exactly, but it does mean he can zoom past his cousin in a shower of lavender-and-gold glitter before stopping just out of reach, hovering.]

Professor Charles Xavier | XMFC/DoFP (Post-DoFP)

[guidesandleads]

[Wings.

He could handle the shrinking, he supposes, assume it's just some experiment of Hank's gone wrong or something. But wings. His legs are still useless but by God he can fly.

What the hell.

They seem to be compensating for his inability to use his legs, too, being a bit larger than most of the other butterfly-style wings and therefore being able to carry more dead weight. His chair will need to be modified, if these wings are a permanent fixture.

Wings.

It's hard to resist the urge to fly around, but he's starving and that food looks amazing.]

[ex_discrowns53]

[ Here, Charles. Have a plate of food set down in your lap, courtesy of another new resident. He's very tall and very grumpy, but he's also very perceptive, and can occasionally tell when someone might need a helping hand.

It probably comes from being the eldest of seven.

Maedhros settles down nearby, a plate braced against his chest. ]

Let me know if you'd like a second round.

T'ormad Nunh • FFXIV OC

[sandcat]

A.) [One older man with very dark, weather-bitten skin and gray-white hair seems almost overly happy about all of this, grinning widely as he tosses a blueberry in his clawed hand like an edible ball. Pointed, slightly longer cat ears adorned with gold cuffs peek from the somewhat unruly strands of hair, and a just as white tail gives a little flick now and then.

He seems to have removed some armor to make it easier to fly, leaning the heavy mithril cuirass beside him and rocking a nice maple leaf tunic instead. It even came with a premade hole for his tail, which earned whatever in the nine hells this was some extra points.

Still, he's almost obnoxiously cheerful about it all, fluttering his fuzzy brown wings with a chuckle.]

Azeyma's tits, remind me to have drinks at the Gold Saucer more often!

[...or maybe he's just a lush who thinks he's having the best hallucination of his life. Oops.]

---

B.) [More subdued and less happy about it all, the tribe leader can be found staring at the stream of light in the middle of the tree, pursing his lips slightly in thought.

Whatever this was, it reeked of sylphs.]

...what exactly is that thing? Energy?

b.

[princesspeach]

Whatever it is, it's lovely, isn't it?

[ Gently, the princess approaches from behind. She's been exploring for the better half of the day, looking around at everything the tree has to offer. It's a cute place to live, for sure, but it's also a place where she's being held captive, so it's hard to be all that positive about it. ]

I feel warm inside just looking at it. Don't you?

Judar | Magi

[fallensun]

[A]

[Figuring out what's going on requires a lot more thinking than he necessarily wants to engage in at the moment, which is why Judar has decided any consideration of his current state can be set aside until his stomach is filled. He's used to huge spreads of food, so this particular feast isn't particularly exciting, but there's one thing about it that stands out.

He's only willing to eat about half of it.

And that half mostly consists of berries that are ten times bigger than they have any right to be.

The sheer novelty of the size of the fruit is enough to catch his interest, and he's grabbed as big a platter as he can drag away from the table and set himself up in a corner with it. Woe betide anyone who tries to get too close.]

This is mine, okay? Get your own.

[B]

[He's used to using gravity magic to float around, so adapting to using big fluffy moth wings instead is a piece of cake. It's a bit more work, of course, but the extra exercise can't hurt. So what's he doing with this new-found knowledge? Flying circles around other new arrivals who haven't quite gotten the hang of it and pointing and laughing at them. Because he's a true paragon of maturity, this one.]

Is that seriously the best you can do? That's pathetic!

[C]

[Judar is sitting cross-legged in front of the Life Stream, staring up at it with a look of consternation on his face. He can recognize it for what it is, but the fact that it doesn't recognize him is confusing and more distressing than he's willing to admit. It doesn't even annoy him, which white rukh almost always does. All in all, he looks rather pissy for someone sitting so close to something that instills everyone who views it with calm.]

B

[sandcat]

[The old warrior laughs at the taunt, spreading the brown moth wings even more as he tries again to jump off the ledge in order to get some air under those babies.

There's some unsteady flapping going on, because bloody hells who has four new limbs all the sudden?]

Ah, yes! Nothing like a bit of jesting to force people to try harder!

Kuvira | Legend of Korra

[betterthanwu]

[Captain Kuvira takes up a post against the wall, her guard face on - professionally blank - as she thinks. She had to bend openings in her breastplate for the two pairs of transparent wings shot with silvery veins that now hang down behind her.

She has no experience with spiritual trickery, which is what she has to assume this is. The spirits she's had (very limited) interaction with before have been harmless, distracting at worst, but she's heard tell of others, stronger ones. This could be the Spirit World. She could have been abducted... she has her bending, but if she's there physically, she wouldn't have lost it. It may be she will have to find the spirit responsible and convince it to let her go. She has too many responsibilities for this! Things are happening in the Earth Kingdom and she has to be there.

When someone meets her eye she nods, and addresses them with deliberate care. No way of knowing if they came here the same way she did or are simply pretending so.]

Pardon. Do you know who is in charge here?

[redactions]

Sorry, I got no idea.

[ He's straightened his uniform and dusted most of the ice and slush off it as well as his boots, though he can't seem to do anything about the dirt, or the large pair of mothlike wings that extend from his back. All things considered, it could be worse. He could be - probably is - dead. ]

[ Eyeing her uniform, ]

Which regiment are you with?

Aire | Final Fantasy: The 4 Heroes of Light

[monpetitchat]

[Fairy wings! Aire is not so happy to be kidnapped here, but if she has to be transformed, at least she's not going to be coughing up hairballs again. Plus, her wings are quite beautiful. She can certainly make the most of that, even if she'd rather have Yunita and her other friends here. Really, this place seems like a more exciting and dangerous version of Arbor, except that now she is one of the fae.

1. Her first inclination is to explore, but with some caution. Without weapons, Aire is mostly looking around for birds and wasps and other things that might lunch her. Monster battles are nothing new to her. She just has not encountered them against ordinary-sized bugs before.

2. Or you might find her investigating her own lunch possibilities. That walnut bread is good and there seem to be a lot of weird, interesting people here.]

1

[yunosknight]

Iolaus was wobbling a little erratically through the air, trying to get used to the new wings and looking none too happy about the process. He looked like he'd be easy pickings for a passing wasp, honestly.

"Surely if human beings were meant to flit about like birds, we'd be born with wings in the first place..."

Fuu Hououji | Magic Knight Rayearth

[monster_san]

[WELP. Fuu wishes she could be more fazed by this, but she has extensive experience in getting sucked into other worlds... although she's never had wings before. That part is new. She went with the moth wings.

She's avoiding the fairy feast, being vaguely aware that the European folktales warn against such things, and exploring her new environment instead... mostly, looking for her friends Umi and Hikaru. It's strange that they weren't taken with her by the flash of light and she's rather expecting to find them somewhere.]

My my, everything certainly is different from this perspective!

[raaagequits]

[Not that Umi Ryuuzaki is completely fine with being kidnapped (again) and shrunken down to fairy-size, but she's got other things on her mind. The thing that stands out, the thing that bugs her more than anything else, is that the wings are so itchy. She frowns, shuffling away from a wall to crane her neck back and get a look at them. They're long, blue, and vaguely resemblant of dragonfly wings. (Whomever decided that? Not funny.) Most importantly, they're thin enough that she doesn't really want to risk tearing one just to make herself feel better...

Well, if she's got to be here, she'd might as well make the most of it. She was on her way somewhere, not exactly sure where other than the faint inclination of "a room with a high ceiling -- or, preferably, no ceiling." She's got to try this whole flying thing. But a familiar voice from down the corridor makes her gasp.]

...Fuu?

[It seems like way too much of a coincidence, and yet...it makes sense, doesn't it? Them getting taken together. Maybe Hikaru really is here too, then... She picks up the pace to a jog, following the voice until she can see the familiar blonde in the distance.]

Fuu! You're here!

Agitha | The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess

[lady_bug]

This was the best day of Agitha's life. At long last, she was the size of a bug! Being the same size as her subjects would surely be a boon to her role as princess of the insect kingdom. They were even so kind as to gift her with this lovely new castle, a feast, and... the wings! Oh, the wings were such a delightful present. She had always wondered what it would be like to fly with her insect brethren, and now she could wonder no more. She approached the banquet spread out before her with the poise expected of royalty, her glittering pixie wings (that looked strikingly similar to the butterfly wings that adorned her dress) fluttering gently.

"Oh, I simply must thank you all for this wonderful welcome! I humbly accept your delightful offerings." She announced to anyone who would listen. "Let us feast!"

[sirpisspot]

[Looked like Arno found someone who fit right in with the whole crazy world. Letting himself finally deciding to mingle and meet the poor souls who came along, it was interesting to see who was actually not freaking out about the whole situation.

Peach being one, this girl being the other.

He seriously cocked a brow her way, until she spoke he could mistake her for a normal resident.

Maybe it was totally strange she was so open about it. But in any case, he gravitated her way. His wings having a mind of their own and fluttering constantly.]

Well, mademoiselle, you look like you could fit right in this little kingdom we found ourselves in.

Iolaus oz Mehelim | Heroic Age

[yunosknight]

Iolaus sat as stiffly and uncomfortably as possible in one of the miniature chairs, trying to eat and drink with some dignity. Unfortunately, there was little to be found here, with glowflies flitting about and wings sticking out of his back and this was all sub-optimal, thank you very much.

He didn't want to be three inches tall, and he certainly didn't want to be stuck eating walnut bread and washing his face with dew or whatever else it was that pixie-sized people did. He felt ridiculous, and it showed in the way he held himself.

At least he still had his flight uniform.

[monster_san]

It was hard not to notice the rather unhappy-looking young man nearby. The look on his face sparked Fuu's curiosity as well as her sympathy--he looked more, well, peeved than distressed about their new situation.

She decided to put on a friendly smile and went over after picking up some bread herself. "Do you mind if I join you?"

Ayano Tateyama | Kagerou Project

[reasonofmydeath]

A) Breads everywhere!

[People believed in fairies. And so did Ayano. Thus, she obtained the wings, not really. She already had one right after she reached to the unknown place. To be honest, she's very happy to have one. No kidding. Even though she had her inhuman power to keep hidden from the public, having fairy wings made her less insecure.

During the feast, she didn't move much from he seat. The breads are too tasty compared to her hometown.]

They baked the breads too well~ Is there any other breads I could try? It would be nice if I could get a copy of this recipe.

B) Failing Flight Test

[For the tenth times Ayano fell on her butt. Thankfully, she didn't get any injuries on her flight training. Every time she tries to fly, her red scarf ended up hitting on her wings, which causing her to off balance and falls.]

The scarf keeps tangle on the wings. Maybe I should take it off...

[But she didn't. This time she is up with her plan B. Once again, she prepares to fly while holding the end scarfs under her clutches. She squats down before taking a leap, and finally she did it.

Only for a couple of minutes that she is indeed falling again.]

B

[dreamwalking_elf]

Hey, you're doing pretty good! *Says the elf with the brown and orange moth wings.*

Bia | OC

[filhadeboto]

((OOC: Bia is based on this bit of Brazilian folklore, if you're curious.))

A.
Well, this is new. It isn't the mortal realm she knows, but it's not the Encante, either. She doesn't know of any third option. So that's... a thing. Is someone playing a joke on her?

But, more importantly, she is at a party. Parties are almost her very favourite thing, because parties mean delicious food, and music, and dancing, and Bia is absolutely the last person ever to question why there is a party. There should always be a party, and she should be at it.

So she weaves among the tables, grabbing small bits of food but also grabbing random hapless passerby to scoop them up into a dance. Is there even music? It doesn't matter, because Bia comes with her own, a combination of wordless singing and the percussion of fingers and hands and feet. She is not sorry for the inconvenience.

B

Wings. Wings.

Such madness. Shapeshifting isn't a big deal. Shapeshifting is just normal for her. Still, shapeshifting from dolphin to human is one thing, and shapeshifting into human-but-with-bug-wings is completely different. Some sort of pinkish... butterfly... moth... thing. Bia's not good with bug names, okay. They're there. They are generally not delicious. They're important she guesses but it's mostly stuff she doesn't care about. Bugs.

Still, the proper and sane thing to do is try them out.

It's not like swimming, which is by far the superior mode of transportation. Gravity is stupid. Still, she tumbles awkwardly through the air, laughing hysterically, holding her broad straw hat on with one hand when she somersaults upside down, over people's heads.

At least she's having fun?

(A)

[redactions]

It's an odd music, and it sweeps into the room like a fast paced swing number, making his feet tap and his head bob lightly with the beat. It's hard to imagine ever sitting at the corner of the room pretending to be invisible when there's something like that stringing him along for the ride.

'What's the name of the song?' he asks, as she passes.

Illyrizara Cantlin | Dungeons and Dragons OC

[stillgotsoul]

((ooc: Forgive the misleading icons! And the lateness.))

[a]

That was faerie food, indeed. Leaves, berries, nuts...where was the meat? Zara frowned, the corners of her lips twitching down. Perhaps she'd simply have to make do. After all, at her current height, she wasn't about to be able to take down a bird. And she hadn't eaten bugs on purpose since she had left the Dark Below. She wasn't about to start now.

Begrudgingly, she takes a nut cup full of--dew? Some sort of soup? Zara wasn't sure--and put her back to the wall, taking a slow sip and watching the others.


[b]

All drow nobles had an innate ability for magic; with that often came the ability to levitate oneself at will. As a warlock, Zara had gained the ability to levitate others as well. It might keep some from unfortunate mishaps, at least.

Still, that forest floor was a long way down, and thus, the drow was hesitating at the lip of the tree opening, looking down and scowling.

A

[ladiesknight]

"I take it you're not enjoying the party," said Kyle, casting Zara a quick wink. He had declined to change into the leaf tunic, choosing instead to remain in his knight's armor.

"Or are you just gathering your strength? Either way's fine with me; I just want to know if I'll need to duck."

Wily-Kit | Thundercats (2011)

[alley_kit]

[Wings. She had wings. Lavender, fluttery wings like a butterfly. This was even better than her hoverboard back home! Or at least it would be if she wasn't also the size of a petalar. Or maybe she was the same size and everything else was just really huge. She guessed it kinda didn't make a difference at the moment anyway.

The stream of magic at the center of the whole tree- because it had to be magic, and it felt like magic- had been comforting, but hadn't provided any answers as to how she'd gotten there or what was going on. And those were answers she'd very much like to have, thank you. There were important things to do back home.

But for the moment, she figured the most important thing would be to see if she could locate her brother and her friends anywhere. And the second thing to do would be to find some food.

Though those two priorities switched around when she fluttered up from below towards where she saw lights and heard voices and found a feast laid out. Nuts and berries as big as candyfruit! Yep she's just gonna kinda ignore plates and grab a berry in each hand. Then she's back to fluttering/walking around looking for people she knows. Or just anyone who wants to talk, really.]

Arrietty | The Borrower Arrietty

[pinwield]

a. feast

[ Arrietty is having a wonderful time flitting around the table, taking stock of the offerings. Nothing is hot, sadly, but gosh, it looks delicious. She doesn't, however, recognize what kind of bread that is over there.

So now, she's tapping on your shoulder and pointing. ]

I'm sorry— do you know what kind of bread that is? I've never seen anything like it before.

b. explore

[ She's taken to running around, trying out her wings (with awkward, stunted and meager results, and trying to explore the rest of the tree. But looking in front of you is not exactly a priority when you're busy taking in your surroundings, and as such is about to crash right into you! ]

a

[sirpisspot]

[Ah, another one; and another small child at that. Arno was busy eating himself when he turned to face the little girl.

She was polite, at the absolute least.]

Walnut, I think, some kind of nut.

[He answered very on cue. No dilly dally about it.]

It's good for the kind of place we are in, though probably the best we'll have with no meat in sight.

snow white | shiro ari

[rosetinting]

((ooc: please check this post out for info on her animal charming powers))

a; feast

[After calming down from her earlier panic, Snow White had intended to get to know her new surroundings a little better. It's a sensible course of action, and anyway she can't quite suppress the hope of finding Mirror somewhere so she can give that guy a piece of her mind for (probably) tossing her into yet another strange world.

But her sensible course of action is quickly derailed when she comes across the food. She knows what bread and berries are, of course, but...somehow, seeing them like this is different. She can't stop turning a berry over and over in her hands, stunned at its size, but also lost in thought as the reality of her new situation really starts to sink in. But it's also fascinating, too. She soon gets distracted turning a berry over and over in her hands, stunned at its size, stunned at the detail of it.

...And then her stomach growls. Loudly. Maybe she should've been eating the food instead of just staring at it.]

--!! S-Sorry!

b; friends

[It's a little heartening for Snow White to find that even in such a weird place as this there are animals who like her. Though...she's not used to insects being among them. But she's not one to turn away a friendly presence at the best of times. So she stays very still in an out of the way corner, petting one that landed near her.

She doesn't really notice more and more glow worms flitting her way, getting comfy on the ground nearby or on Snow White herself. The concentrated glow is really starting to get quite noticeable -- not to mention the dimmed hallway around her. Snow White, for her part, is just glad to have some small friends for a while.]

H-Hey! That really tickles...!

c; fall

[So...how about those wings, huh? Snow White's are gleaming, curling confections with a rosy pink sheen to them. After a few hesitant test flights inside the tree, she figures it's time to give them a bit more of a test -- outside. Unfortunately, all the test flights she'd been doing indoors weren't quite enough to get her going outdoors.

Which is to say that Snow White is currently dangling from a ledge, screaming for help.]

--AHHHHHHHHHHH!!

c;

[magicsprice]

Hush now, I'd rather not be deafened while trying to help you.

[The words come from an elderly looking man dressed in a three-piece suit with brown and white moth wings.

Currently he's standing on the ledge and looking down at her, one arm extending to offer a hand. Though if she doesn't grab it, he's strong enough to grab hold of her and pull her up onto the ledge.]