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?

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[espigeonage]

[His round black eyes shine innocently.]

Correct! As did you, so we have something in common. Salutations! I'm Yuuya Sakazaki, as new come as you.

[dissemblance]

[She's still affecting an air of shock when she replies,]

Tatiana. Orlova. People call me Tanya. It's... nice to meet you.

[But, as down-to-earth as 'Tatiana' might be, she does adapt quickly, and proceed unabashed. Natasha doesn't think she could play the part of simpering ingenue any longer than absolutely necessary anyway, so--]

-- Guess you're the one we'll all be taking flying lessons from, huh?

[espigeonage]

Tanya! Likewise!

Haha, well. You can see my wings won't be of much use in that department. [Yuuya spreads them. He's still calling them wings, but 'feathered arms' is closer. He has distinct, nimble-looking scaly fingers with small claws.] Still, I've learned before, I will learn again, and perhaps I've an edge. So, certainly, I'd be more than happy to help.

[dissemblance]

[She gestures to the additional, 'proper' wings on his back.]

Guess the aerodynamics would be a bit off. Still, all I've got under my belt is ballet. Swan lake? Nothing like the real thing.

[espigeonage]

[They are the same color as his feathers and fold down tightly, seeming to blend a bit with his back and his big furled fan-shaped tail. He's kind of pleased she noticed.]

Don't discount it! Balance is crucial. If nothing else you'll have an edge landing on your feet.

Swan Lake, though! I'm impressed. I'd ask where you performed but I suspect I wouldn't know. Can I ask what the year is, last you checked?

[dissemblance]

[She laughs.]

Oh, I was never serious enough to actually perform. It's just good exercise.

[And of course a bird with a Japanese name wants to know the year. Makes perfect sense. She gives a tiny shrug.]

2014? I figured it'd be the same for everybody.

[espigeonage]

Even so! It's not something I can do, and it can be useful. Will you be keeping it up here, do you think?

I see. [He almost completely hides surprise - maybe she sees his pupil, barely a shade darker than his iris, dilate and contract, or picks up on the way he seems to get marginally thinner and smoother as his feathers pull closer to his skin for just a moment. 2014? Wow. Wow, that's a long time ago! He's talking to someone born over two hundred years in the past!] Well, I wonder. I don't imagine we're from the same world.

[dissemblance]

[She shrugs.]

I don't see why not. Doesn't look like anyone's in need of someone who runs an art gallery.

[She does watch him, though she pretends not to by taking in their surroundings with a bit of a sigh.]

Makes sense. I mean-- sorry, no offense, but there aren't any talking birds where or when I'm from.

[espigeonage]

Heh. Well, perhaps organization and handling extravagant personalities will be useful here! Moreso than troubleshooting computers. [He shakes his head, unable to make a face but having the right tone in his voice.] Or lifeguarding.

Haha, none taken. We've our share of humans, so I fear I've an advantage. Not much of one. Do you suppose those pointy-eared types over there are a different species?

[dissemblance]

What, the cosplayers?

[She says that in a tone of Healthy Skepticism. They're elves, obviously, though not the dark ones of Thor's acquaintance, but she is - understandably, perhaps - wary of them all the same.]

[espigeonage]

Those would have to be very good prosthetics. [He knows they're not. Now, let's commence nerding out.] Look how many people there are with fantasy gear! It's like something out of Wilderlands^TM! I'm half expecting to see someone I know.

[dissemblance]

[She gives the elves a bit more scrutiny now, squinting faintly at them.]

Huh. Maybe you're right. Well, we do seem to have stumbled into a real life Rackam illustration, I guess it... makes sense?

[espigeonage]

Yeah, haha! As much as anything does here. Wow! It's like something out of Comiket! The guys would kill to see some of this.

[Yuuya gives a lingering, obvious look before apparently having to tear his eyes away. Really, though, he is a bird, everything in his field of view is partially in focus and he can watch almost as closely while his pupils, for anyone who can see them, are pointed in some other direction.]

-well there will be time for that, I bet. So, Tanya! You've heard parallel myths about fairy foods, huh?

[dissemblance]

All kinds of them. I sort of grew up on that sort of thing. It's probably one of the reasons I got into art later on.

[She reaches up to tuck her hair behind one ear.]

I haven't seen Titania and Oberon yet, but I'm not exactly ruling out the possibility.

[espigeonage]

Haha, I wonder! If our pointy-eared friends over there are in some way responsible for all of us being here, they don't seem to be acting like it.

[He conspicuously looks around.]

Where are our gracious hosts? I'd expect more flash and revelry from a fairy revel. This is more like first day at camp. A very weird camp.