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

Comments

[sandcat]

[He looks up at that, giving her a little smile. Cute!]

I agree. It reminds me of the sun, sharing warmth and life.

[T'or shifts a bit, allowing her some space if she wants to join him. Smoothing back his hair over the new fluffiness around his shoulder, his wings rustling a bit before settling again.]

.. well, a bit less scorching.

[He chuckles, a deep baritone laugh followed by an amused wiggle of his ears.]

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!

[ungirlish]

[And excellent advice it is!

Except for the fact that Memoca's just scared the everliving tar out of Chora, who has tripped over herself in surprise and tumbled to a halt.
Which is good, because she probably would die anyway like the giant idiot she is. Those two pink and yellow moth wings don't even seem to be able to flap at the moment, if the way they simply fold back in defeat is anything to go by.

Either that or they're just matching their owner's mood. The latter's probably likely given that she's just lying on the ground in a huge mess of thick limbs, staring balefully at Memoca like it's her fault.] ...Thanks. Will remember for next time.

[ungirlish]

[More like quite a few omnipresent threats, if we count the summonable crazy beastgods and the actual pantheon of gods who may als-- Look, the point is yes. Yes to everything, including the babysitter part. It's a miracle she's even still alive, really.]

...Ha. [At least Chora's self-aware enough to crack a thin smile.] Alright, but only if can help or reward you in similar fashion. Does not sit well to take charity when am perfectly capable...

Name is Terpsichora Ll'wen. Name is also incredibly stupid, so Chora is easier to say. Hope that can make up for abominable first impression, Tanya; do you fight? [In what universe is that an acceptable end to an introduction good lord...]

huhu thank you eon-san i aim to make her weirdo chaotic neutral 8']

[ungirlish]

Scarily so. Very good technology; long as he behaves, is no problem what he looks like. [She forces a smile, but it only lasts a few seconds if even that; faking emotion has never been her strong suit. Better to simply distract herself from the idea of Garlean infiltration.]
Ah! Know this feeling; comes with part and parcel of adventuring, really. On job collecting hide? Sleep in grass. Trying to find ore? Sleep in sand, ensure do not get covered in sandstorm. At least keeps the mind and body healthy, or something--

Wait! [Suddenly, the pieces come together (at least in a manner that she can rationalise things and stop being a grumpy shit). With a snap of her fingers, Chora points excitedly at Ramiel and practically hops on the spot.] Retainer! He is...Is retainer! Yes? Like my Pha'e!

[Well, not quite given that Retainers are actual people who simply take on simple fetch quests and look after gear and money instead of being creepy surveillance bots, but...Whatever. She seems happy with her answer, anyway.]

!!! B

[ungirlish]

[Nah, sylphwork smells worse. Rotten vegetables and all that.

Still, the ray of light is nothing if not captivating, and even though Chora's been trying to distract herself from coming over here like an idiot, her efforts have failed. ...She's just going to pretend that she's come over to greet a fellow Eorzean, of course.]

Reminds me of dreams I have sometimes. Floating in nothingness, and voice talks to me, asks for my help or tells me I am better than I am. Makes me feel warm and safe, as this light does...Is quite odd. [Space cadet introduction finished with, she turns to T'ormad and smiles warmly. Maybe it's just the fuzzies that the Lifestream's just given her, or maybe she really is glad to see someone from home; we just don't know.]

'lo, Ser. Must say, have never seen Miqo'te with wings. Many limbs to keep track of.

[espigeonage]

...Perhaps. I can see that ending poorly quite easily!

For now, sure. It's unhappy to think it's right there, though. I think people are supposed to live in the floor under it, able to look up at any moment!

[redactions]

[ The lack of reaction doesn't bother him - long term exposure to shell-shocked soldiers or a stoic best friend and one learns not to take it too personally. Especially when that answer is too akin to someone used to healing quicker than normal. ]

Y'mind lettin' me have a look? Just makin' sure nothin's outta place.

[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?

<3

[sandcat]

[That voice and accent brings an even wider smile to the Seeker's face. It couldn't be anything other then a roegadyn, and he tilts his head upwards until his neck is almost sore.]

Bless the Gods, a familiar soul in this strange place!

[The odd talk about her dream aside, he's honestly quite relieved to know that he's not the only Eorzean in this place, not matter how nice and at ease he felt next to this ray of light.]

Ah, yes. I'm only waiting to lose my tail with all this fluttering. How are you coping with these new appendages?

(B)

[redactions]

[ Watching other people fly is officially his new hobby. He hasn't tested out his own wings yet, preferring to keep his feet firmly on the ground, but the delight and bewilderment of someone else is more interesting than being alone with his own thoughts. ]

Hey pal, how're you doin'?

[ Watch out for that branch, buddy. ]

[betterthanwu]

[Kuvira looks vaguely medieval, but not from any particular time period. Helmet, breastplate, pauldrons, vambraces and rerebraces, the cable spool on either hip, and her boots seem to be metal too. There may be more armor under her clothing. Even if there isn't, there is probably more metal on here than in the whole rest of the tree combined.

She sizes the man up. He seems pretty out of it, and his outfit and features are completely new to her.]

No regiments, I'm not with the army. And yourself?

[redactions]

107th Infantry Division, US Army. Don't suppose you've heard of it.

[ Given the whole... armour... which is pretty cool if they didn't both happen to be kidnapped. Bucky in contrast, just looks flimsy compared to her in just his Commandos jacket, trousers, empty holster, and combat boots. ]

[redactions]

[ He's hungry, and the food doesn't seem to be poisoning anyone else, but the Fair Folk ain't good news if you're Irish and have heard one too many stories from a mother and an aunt from the old country. Besides, he doesn't quite feel like socialising that much, and so is keeping to the sidelines. Being dead tends to get to a fella. ]

Hey.

[ No sense not being friendly to someone who might need a hand, but years of experience with Steve's pride have him not openly offering just yet. ]

How're you doin'?

[guidesandleads]

I've been better, honestly.

[Really, how hard is it to give him a chair meant for wings? He's stuck in his, now that he sat back down in it]

Wheelchairs aren't supposed to be given to people who can fly, apparently.

[redactions]

[ He ducks to examine the back of the chair, true enough, it's restrictive. He suppresses a grimace. ]

Well, I'm pretty handy with a wrench, if you want, we'll see what we can do about it.

[guidesandleads]

Actually, if you could lift me out I could...fly to a different chair for now.

[betterthanwu]

[She's not the horrifying fast badass she'll be when she's older. But, neither is he. Kuvira looks vaguely like she has ancestry in India.]

Sorry. I would guess you haven't heard of Zaofu, then. We aren't particularly structured, but I am Captain of the security force.

['And I would be of better use there', she's not saying. She's highly concerned and keeping stoic.]

...I thought this was the Spirit World, but it seems more normal than what I was expecting. [Yes, even with the wings. Or they could be dead. No, can't be.]

[redactions]

[ He tilts his head, making sure he heard the request right, then reaches out without hesitation, carefully picking Charles up, supporting his back. ]

There you go.

[guidesandleads]

[Wings are apparently useful, even if his legs hang beneath him as dead weight. He moves to one of the stumps with a sigh]

Thank you. Charles Xavier.

[He offers a hand]

[redactions]

James Barnes.

[ A firm shake. Brits are the best, don't let anyone say different. ]

[guidesandleads]

[Don't worry, he won't]

How long have you been here, James?

[redactions]

Just got here, figure everyone else did too [ he gestures vaguely to some other figures wandering around outside the room or testing out their own wings. ].

[redactions]

[ He inwardly grimaces at not knowing whether Zaofu is a place on Earth or not - sounds Chinese and he hasn't been to the Pacific or heard that much about it in a way of good stories. ]

No, unfortunately, Captain, I haven't.

[ He straightens, minutely. ]

Spirit World?

[guidesandleads]

Damn. I was hoping someone knew what exactly was going on here. I had things to do back home.