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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[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.]

[ungirlish]

[Seeing a very obviously gorgeous Hyuran woman wearing the tunic with ease only makes Chora grumpier. Sad, because if she weren't sour she'd probably very much appreciate the sight. Alas, it's to be a lost opportunity. She purses her lips and drops the mess of shiny green on the floor, trying to ignore the fact that, if nothing else, she's currently faced with the fact that the stupid thing looks very cute when actually on.]

Do not doubt comfort, but...Need function as well. Every place has things needs killing, right? Will get money for it, as I did back home. Cannot fight things in...In...In leaf outfit! Is not protection from claws or weapons! [And, just like that, she's going to flop back on the floor and groan.

She might just be having a tantrum. Sorry Natasha.] Cannot afford to miss allowance!

[dissemblance]

[This? Not a tantrum. Loki levelling half of New York, now that was a tantrum. Natasha just stoops and picks up the discarded garment, shakes it out and gives the other woman a smile. Always good to know what someone's capable of, and here she is giving Natasha all the information she needs to make a threat assessment.]

I haven't seen anything around here with claws or weapons.

[And she's a lying liar that lies, because she has myriad accoutrements that fit those specifications tucked away in her knapsack, oop.]

Come on, I'll help you. Then we can look for something a little sturdier, all right?

[ungirlish]

[That is a very valid point. Loki should meet Bahamut one time, see who can level a country first. ...Or maybe not.
Still, how very sneaky; Chora's never had to consider someone reading her moves (mainly because she doesn't have to worry about the attention being on her half the time), and the idea of trying to act the least bit like she's not an open book doesn't once occur to her.

Especially not considering there are bigger fish to fry, like the clothing conundrum.]

Rubbish. Because you do not see it, does not mean is not there; is always threat to things, even in tiny place like this. ...And I-- Am not child! [Because she's done such a great job of proving that so far, hasn't she? Still, at least it's enough to light a fire under her and get her back onto her feet, all...All four inches of her standing tall and trying to look cool.

Which is hard when she's still in her underwear. And pouting somewhat.] Appreciate offer of help, however, but am doing this not as your charge. Deal?

[dissemblance]

[Okay, so she's somewhere with an omnipresent threat. Likewise, useful to know.]

The thought never crossed my mind.

[Although it's beginning to be obvious the girl may require a babysitter, Natasha is certainly not that person. That said, it doesn't mean she can't help right now.]

My name's Tatiana. You can call me Tanya if you want.

[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...]