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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[dissemblance]

[That is a very specific selection of abilities, and she can't help but wonder if he has one of them. She 'hmms' faintly and fusses with the hem of her leafy little tunic.]

I always wanted to fly.

[A flutter of her wings.]

'Careful what you wish for'? Because you might get kidnapped and forced into picking up a strange stone that gives you moth wings all while being either three inches tall or in a tree that's probably bigger than anything on Earth.

[guidesandleads]

Or both, though that wouldn't explain why I have wings. My chair isn't built for a man with wings and they hurt when they're crushed.

[dissemblance]

[She glances back towards the chair, and one corner of her mouth tugs downwards in sympathetic thought.]

I'm sorry to hear that. I'm sure there's someone here who can try to modify it for you?

[guidesandleads]

They'd have to take the back off entirely. I'll probably just have to find another one around here somewhere, or see if someone can make out out of wood or whatever.

[dissemblance]

[She props her elbows up on the table (though she has yet to touch any of the food) and wiggles her fingers enterprisingly.]

I'm pretty good with my hands. Director of an art gallery, comes with the job. If all else fails I'd be happy to try.

[guidesandleads]

[He smiles.]

By all means, if you can do something then feel free to do it.

[If someone wants to help, let them.

Usually.

Even if helping involves time travel weirdness.]

[dissemblance]

Sure, I'll see what I can do.

[If nothing else, it's a way to endear herself to him. He's smart, obviously knowledgeable and all that talk of mutants has her curiosity thoroughly piqued. She has no particular reason to be suspicious of him (no more than she's suspicious of everyone) but she does want to keep him close.]

Were you planning on eating anything?

[guidesandleads]

[He was so distracted by the conversation that he forgot the food. Charles laughs]

I should. Who knows what flying does to one's metabolism?

[dissemblance]

[She smiles a bit, and turns her attention towards the feast.]

You know the story about Persephone? Guess I'm having a hard time convincing myself to eat anything.

[guidesandleads]

I don't see any pomegranates, so we should be safe.

[He's also scanned anyone that looks "local" and hasn't found any trace of malice so he's fairly positive the food isn't going to ensnare them. Chances are they've already been ensnared anyway.]

No figs or whatever the fruit in Eden was meant to be, either.

[dissemblance]

[That smile turns into a ghost of itself, and she looks at him askance.]

You know, Charles, most people think it was apples.

[guidesandleads]

[He shrugs]

I'm not particularly religious. I never bothered to remember what people said it was, but I don't know if apples are even native to that area.

[dissemblance]

[Idly, she reaches out to take a piece of bread from one of the central plates. She can, if necessary, go days without food, but she's no supersoldier. Eventually it would take its toll. And Natasha, above all else, is the consummate survivor. Keeping up one's strength is the more important factor here.]

I suppose that depends on where you consider the Garden of Eden to be. Paradise means different things to different people the world over.

[guidesandleads]

Fair enough.

[Charles bites into one of the apples on the plate and makes a face. Too sweet.]

I'd rather have figs, I think.

[dissemblance]

[She pops a piece of bread into her mouth.]

I don't suppose we can be choosy. But maybe there's someone we can ask for a little more variety, hm? Bread that doesn't taste like [she smacks her lips a tad.] walnuts.

[guidesandleads]

If they can kidnap us and give us wings, I'd think we can be as choosy as we want to be. Does it really taste like walnuts?

[dissemblance]

That would suggest some modicum of fairness. I'm not sure we're going to find that here.

[But obligingly, she breaks off a piece of the small slice she'd taken and holds it out.]

Not a word of a lie. Try for yourself.

[guidesandleads]

[He takes it and chews, making another face. What the heck]

Maybe if it were banana walnut bread I'd understand but just walnut is...interesting. Hm.