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

[dissemblance]

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?

[redactions]

[ 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?

[dissemblance]

[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.]

[redactions]

Yours are très magnifique.

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

[dissemblance]

[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.

[redactions]

[ The smile turns wry. ]

Oh I'm decent company now, am I?

[dissemblance]

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.