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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[fowlmiliar]

[Memoca sees Chora run. She does not move to stop her.]

Lean down a bit before you jump! Make sure to open up your wings and glide before you start beating them!

[At least she's giving okay advice? Even though she hasn't flown in none-seagull form for ages herself, and fairy wings, moth or pixie, are completely different...]

[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.

[fowlmiliar]

[Excellent advice indeed. Memoca thinks so too.

So when she barrels against the ground out of shock, Memoca both winces and chuckles internally.]

AHAHAH! Did you just trip on midair? Wow, you're reeeally bad at this.

[Wherever Chora is, Memoca decides to step next to her. She might notice that where Memoca's arms are is where her pixie wings are placed instead-- there is nothing on her back.]

I'll show you how it's done!

[ungirlish]

[WOW RUDE THANKS A LOT MEMOCA. Totally just earned a raspberry, though at least Chora's sitting up and dusting herself off, watching very closely as if she's really going to master flight from watching one time. ...Well, at least she's confident.] Not everyone has option of just waving arms like maniac; is hard to adjust to new body parts!

...Am not saving you if you fall, either; better not suck. [And to show extra maturity, she's just going to stick her nose in the air and merely watch from the corner of her eye. Yep. Sure is a grown woman acting like a baby.]

[fowlmiliar]

Hey! You're just scared to try. I'll show you!

[Memoca, with full confidence, leaps off and spreads her wings. The rush of air makes them unfold instantly, displaying in full view the intricate patterns of her wings. So majestic, so--

--wait, hold on, she's going down pretty fast. Like, uncannily fast. Unfortunately, Memoca's spent so much time underwater, flying in air with an unfamiliar wing shape is proving to perhaps be too much for her.]

Wait, wait, hold up! No! WAAAAUGH--

[She crashes straight into the wall.

1-HIT KO]

[ungirlish]

[She'd been just about to yell her protests when--

Well, when she finds out that she's not the only one who can't fly for balls, really. Chora's just sitting there uselessly for a second before leaping to her feet and running after Memoca, trying to watch her graceful descent all the way down.

And it's totally worth it, once she's pretty sure that there hasn't been a fatality. They're tiny little fairies, they can't die right? Nahhh. Chora just scales down to her new, crumpled buddy like a little, pastel spider monkey before standing over her with her arms folded. ...Huh. That sure had been a thing.]

Not sure whether laughing or helping is appropriate. Are alive, yes?

[fowlmiliar]

[Don't worry, there won't be a major genre change just yet. Memoca twitches for a moment, before scrambling to her feet, wings crumbled-- it's fine, she folds them to pick things up anyway, so they snap back in place easily enough.]

Stupid wings!

[She's alive.

Memoca turns to Chora, before clearing her throat and saying:]

Pretend you never saw that.

[ungirlish]

[...It'd be a lie to say that Chora isn't relieved when there are signs of life. Weird little sprout Memoca may be, but it's always nice when people don't die or grievously injure themselves.

That being said, she can't miss her chance to be an ass about everything; on comes her most serious of expressions, arms crossed and head inclined in mock thought.] Hm...Not sure about that. Was very hilarious thing I might have witnessed; may take more persuading to--

[And then she beams.] Just winding you up. Consider it forgotten; would not want to be laughed at for lack of skill with own wings, and would merely seem is somewhat new for everyone here. Won't even charge for such favour, considering was done for my benefit.