downtheroots | MARCH 2015

MARCH 2015

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.

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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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[ He rests a palm flat on his thigh and looks away briefly, lips tightly pressed together. By the time he looks at her again he's back to normal. ]

World War Two - what happened?

[She debates how cluelessly she should play it, decides after a moment that Tatiana is the sort of woman who's sharp enough to pick up on the discrepancies. Moving through the art world of New York, after all, requires a certain command of one's attention to detail. So she allows her expression to soften slightly.]

You're from then, huh?

[Not all the sympathy is feigned. She's seen the weight of the war on Rogers' shoulders, and she can't imagine his best friend enduring differently.]

First of all-- the Allies won. Germany surrendered on May 8th, 1945. Japan followed suit in August.

[Wings? Wings? Nah bro, Chora's been climbing around as much as she can because this wings business is kooky and...She's also pretty tired at this point. Even with a height advantage and extreme muscles, she's only mortal.

Which is why she's so interested when she spots Wyrden and Ramiel. Good idea, that. Sleep on the floor. Why not? If all that happens is that some kind of cute waif of a guy stares at you the entire time, she can dig it.
But maybe there's something going on here too; clearly, the only way to find out is by squatting beside the Accessory, eyes narrowing as she too joins in on the staring.]

...One way to pass time. [And she just keeps staring.]

[ In barely a week the war will be over. A fucking week. He damn well hopes it's because they got Zola. ]

Yeah. It's May, 1945. Almost there, huh?

[ A beat, then, ]

Do you know what happened to Captain Rogers?

[ Food, good food, makes people happy. So Merri sits by herself, resting after a day of continuous shocks (you've been kidnapped! you now have wings! you can fly!!!), a hand covering her mouth as she smiles between chews. She stops eating the moment she finds someone walking in her direction out of the corner of her eye; prolonging the time it takes to chew one mouthful, she "coincidentally" finishes on time as the person stops beside her.

No, two persons. Not a very girly girl, and those red thorns on her hands... At least the guy behind her was handsome, if a bit dead-looking.

Hiding her suspicions, Merri smiles up and. Stops. What...kind of question is this?? She holds up the half-eaten bread in curiosity. ]

This...? It's bread. [ She can't keep the bewilderment out of her tone. DO YOU NOT HAVE BREAD IN YOUR WORLD... ]

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.

[She says oh very softly.]

You're Bucky.

[Now, that sympathy is specific. She considers lying about it, but there are too many variables, too many ways her cover could be blown. To pretend she's from a world without Captain America paints her into a corner, and while she's certain she could get out of it if she really had to, the best lies are the ones that hold a kernel of truth.

There's no way this story won't hurt, and a woman who manages an art gallery doesn't have the benefit of knowing Rogers enough to gauge how his best friend might grieve for what she's about to say. But Tatiana, as it happens, still has enough tact to speak gingerly,]

He's alive.

[Start with the good news.]

Captain Rogers [Not 'America'. She knows Rogers hates the attention.] crashed. Um-- a few days before the war ended. He was lost for almost seventy years, but-- a couple years ago, we found him again. And he'd survived. The serum, you know? It must've kept him in suspended animation, at least that's the popular theory. I think he's working with the army again or something, that's -- the last I heard. Sorry. I wish I knew more.

[ Bread, huh. She's heard that before, mentioned by one of the Citizens as something only the higher class could enjoy. This place must be overflowing with resources, if they could afford to give bread to everyone. ]

What's it made of?

That'd be me.

[ The cheer is forced; she commands all of his attention as she speaks, expression perfectly stoic. Out of sight, under the pretence of leaning forward, his fist is clenched, the knuckles white. That idiot. Gone only a little while and he crashes a damn plane - he never hated being dead and useless more than he does now. Well it seems the world moved on without him. His grief is for later. ]

Thanks.

[ He rubs his nose and pockets the gem, and then crosses the room to her, offers her his arm. ]

Sorry to have brought that up. How about we look around?

Edited 2015-03-01 04:54 (UTC)

[ It takes a while, but eventually Ramiel starts speaking. The Accessory's voice is fluid, but very obviously synthesised. ]

Rest capacity fulfilled. Body functions optimal.

[ The android stands, an eeriely smooth motion - while Wyrden opens her eyes and yawns. And then her eyes fall onto Chora. While her expression doesn't change, she sits up a lot more quickly than usual. ]

What're you doing here?

[ Wh...at is bread made off, really?? Surprise shows on her face, but softens into mild curiosity. ]

Flour, egg, milk, and sometimes with other ingredients... Have you never had bread before?

[ She breaks off a small piece off the end of hers, offering it out. ] Here, you can try it. ...And your [ more handsome ] friend, if he wants a little too.

Hey, no-- you don't have anything to apologize for. That's your life, right there.

[Her brow furrows, and although she takes his hand, she stands mostly under her own power, and once she's standing she extricates her hand from his so she can rest it against his elbow, fingers squeezing in reassurance.

She's subtly feeling for the metal arm, but the flesh yields beneath her light touch. Not a sleeper agent, then. Gently,]

Do you need a minute?

[ An airy wave with his free hand. ]

No, thank you, I'm fine.

[ The brittleness in him is subsumed by a smile, outwardly the picture of composure. She probably knows he's dead, and is being polite, but there's no getting around that. ]

How about this, huh?

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!

[Her attention flickers across his face, taking in more than she seems to at so quick a glance.]

Well-- I like your wings.

[She says that shyly, and Natasha puts the realization that if she's speaking to a dead man she may well be the same herself into Tatiana's earnest front.]

Yours are très magnifique.

[ He smiles loosely, appreciatively looking her over. She's very pretty. ]

[Fake voice, huh? The only thing that could come close to that kind of thing in Eorzea is...Is anything from those douches in Garlemald, really. Garlean technology is the closest thing to robots that they have, and so Chora instinctively stands in time with Ramiel.

She's about to rap on his head, start pulling on his ears and stuff like that to see if he's got fake skin (because if so they are getting way too sneaky for it to be good) when she realises that Sleeping Beauty's up as well.
...Huh. So that's what he'd been on about.]

Wondering if spot is good for sleeping, perhaps. Seems like there is queue. [She shrugs, before squatting again and cupping a hand around her mouth. This one's meant for you, Wyrden.] Or perhaps you have admirer; was also trying to see what might have attracted him. All so very mysterious, you two are.

[ She has no idea what half of those things are. They're probably things that existed before her era - when the Earth was still bountiful and there was enough to go around. Did she travel back in time, then? That'd be interesting...

If Simeon showed up to take her back, she'll have to tell this to everyone. Beatrice, Matthias, and Julien - they need to know. ]

Thanks.

[ Wyrden takes the small morsel and inspects it closely, noting its hollow structure. It looks a lot like the meshwork of Abductor innards... though Beatrice would be the better judge of that.

She pops it into her mouth, and her expression brightens immediately. ]

Wow! It's... amazing!

[ After (presumably) years of eating pure compounds, the flavour's almost indescribable to her. Ramiel just watches silently. ]

[She laughs.]

Sorry, I speak about six words of French and I don't think they're fit for decent company. But I'll go out on a limb [that's a tree pun] and assume that means magnificent. In which case, thank you. I'm still getting used to them. Flying, you know. Little weird.

[ The smile turns wry. ]

Oh I'm decent company now, am I?

[ Admirer? Mysterious?

... oh, people keep finding Ramiel weird. Accessories aren't common, apparently. ] He's not an admirer. [ Not saying that she didn't have any, but famous sinner's life, man. ] He's my Accessory. Some kind of robot assistant.

[ She's already learned the value of not giving the truth about Accessories' natures to everyone she meets. They tend to freak out, or worse. ]

Are you tired? I'm awake now, you can sleep here if you want to.

Until proven otherwise.

[She tips her head to one side, and that smile turns a bit flirtatious.]

But by all means, you're welcome to try.

Edited 2015-03-01 05:25 (UTC)

[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.]

[ Watching out of the corner of her eye, she pretends to be busy, breaking and holding out a piece of bread towards the actually really quiet boy. He reminds her of a guard, always watching... The thought unnerves her a little, but the fact he's only focused on the other girl gives her relief, so she manages to smile in spite of his impassive face, in spite of getting seemingly nothing.

About to open her mouth to say something to Ramiel, Merri turns back at the girl's exclamation. ]

Hehe... You can't bake without love! [ She says this, but she's a bad baker (and she didn't make these bread). ] There's more on the table, so please help yourself!

*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.*

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