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]

[She continues thrashing, and her own voice is almost reaching a squawking tone. Memoca used Clamor! Lowered defenses of all foes!]

Fine, fine, I'll go hunt an ant! Now let me go! Buzzoff!

[She's going to try kicking Takatora. Not that she'll succeed, but hey.]

[handtowels]

[Even if any land, they're extremely low down on his pain threshold. In fact, the sound of her shrill voice hurts way more than her kicks.]

Make sure that you do.

[It seems that he's trusting her this time, since he sets her down a moment later and folds his arms. He'll watch though, just in case.]

[fowlmiliar]

[When Memoca is set on the ground, she visibly ruffles her feathers (feathers...? more like hair) and shivers, glaring up at Takatora.

After some grumbling (and internal 'why is he the one in charge'), Memoca starts walking off.

And she looks back.

And continues walking.

And looks back.]

Jeez, I'm not gonna eat the glowy ones, okay? Stop watching!

[GO AWAY]

[handtowels]

[Okay, that feather ruffling is almost cute.

At her outburst, Takatora rolls his eyes, very nearly smirking -- but he does turn away, leaving her to it.]

[fowlmiliar]

[She sticks her tongue out even longer in response. This is what she thinks about you, Takatora. Bleeeh.

...Eventually, she's going to be kicking a dead ant across the floor. What the fuck, that's gross?!]

I can't just eat an ant like this! [IT'S TOO SQUISHY AND GROSS glow worms are so much more bite-size.] Hey, does anyone know if there's any rocks here? I'm gonna start a fire.

[A FIRE

IN THE TREE]

[handtowels]

[It seems that fate wants Takatora to intervene with her questionable life choices, as he just so happens to be passing by when she speaks out. Alarm immediately strikes him, and he stops in place and turns to face her.]

Are you trying to kill us all, little idiot? No fires!

[She's unbelievable. Leaving her to her own devices seems to be inviting trouble.]

[fowlmiliar]

Hey, who are you calling an idiot?! If you want to pick a fight, come and get it!

[She's like, half his size. Memoca, no.] It'll just be a little fire! I need to roast my ant!

[OR AT LEAST BOIL IT]

[handtowels]

[She really takes brash to a whole new level.]

That's what the glow worms are for. They heat up the hot plates in our kitchens. Every home has one.

[He points out. You know what? He decides it's better to be thorough.]

You do know what a kitchen is, right?

[fowlmiliar]

[Like I said, her advice causes bad ending, guys. Don't listen to her.]

Wait, seriously? They're that hot? [Huh... maybe it's a good thing she didn't eat them. Next, she picks up the ant and glares at Takatora again.]

'Course I know what a kitchen is! I'm not a moron! Moron!

[She mumbles darkly to herself, hugging the dead ant close with one wing and using the tips of another to point to her eyes, then to Takatora.

Memoca, you're not that threatening...]