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Hair Dye, Cloning and General Epic Chaoticness

Welcome to the Chaotic RP of TTF! This is a fun, spontaneous, lighthearted, and most importantly, chaotic RP which is available to anyone who wishes to join. While our primary goal is to have fun, we have a few rules in order to keep some method to the madness.
  • Firstly, each character belongs to their respective TTF user. In other words, you can't write for a character if someone else has claimed that character. If you're new to the thread, please ask the group which characters are available before you claim one.
  • Even though this thread is chaotic and spontaneous, we do have a storyline going. If you're new to the thread, please read the most recent few pages, or more, so you're caught up on what's going on.
  • Make sure to interact with other people's characters. Don't just go off and write your own thing without interacting with anybody.
  • Don't completely ignore or change the storyline.
  • At the same time, please be flexible if someone introduces a new turn of the plot. This is not a carefully planned RP, and it needs to have flexibility for any chaotic new thing someone comes up with (within reason-- it does need to connect to the main story at least loosely).
  • If you are writing for multiple characters, use a script format to indicate which character is speaking. Use asterisks* to denote action. For example:
    • Maitimo: *tries to shake Celeraccoon off his arm* STOP BITING ME, TYELKO!
  • Try to keep spam to a minimum. I would define "spamming" in this thread as writing more than a page over the course of a few hours. (This can be a tough one to follow, I know.) But spamming makes it hard for other people to keep up.
  • At the same time, if you're going to be absent for an extended period of time, we recommend writing your character out temporarily (such as having them disappear or go somewhere) so other people can continue while you're gone.
That's all I can think of for now. If you have any questions or need any help, please feel free to ask!
 
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*nods solemnly* They're good. Very nicely baked, moist, delicious, flavourful. Quite the aesthetic and sensually-pleasing combination.
Glad to hear. I’ll have to let the bakers know.

Lómion, your Minion bakers have some high compliments over here!

Laurinalótë: I'm just going to enjoy the taste of cookies dissolving in my soil. Which should I try first?
Might I suggest a bright lemon-flavored cookie? Or would you like something sweeter? Chocolate mint?
 
*thinks to myself* How, in the name of the burning Stars above, have I found myself at a loss for words before a mere Noldo?!
*is amused*
That happened to Manwë's herald when Atar spoke to him before we left. And apparently Morgoth didn't say much in reply to Fingolfin's challenge either. Seems it might be a Finwian talent.
*Gasps in horror*
How can you say that?! Never! What if he got lost somewhere and was to socially anxious to ask others for help?
*Brings Curvo into a fierce hug*
Our introvert-extrovert contract is eternal!
*muffled into Tyelko's shirt (again)*
'ppreciate it, bro
*Nods fervently,still patting Curvo's hair*
*manages to wriggle around a bit so he can breathe*
Hey, that's MY little brother. Not yours. Go get your own. *fiercely hugs Curvo*
*realises he is most decidedly trapped between these brothers of ridiculous height*
*appreciates the appreciation nevertheless*

Tauriel: What do you mean, bro? He’s right here! *gives a playful punch to Curvo’s arm*
*incredulous, baleful stare*
Tauriel: But he loves it! We did this all the time when we were Elflings! Right, bro? *does it again*
*considers kicking her in the shin to trip her over, but he only stoops to that level with Tyelko, so he contents himself with the nasty look*

Fall by your precarious Oath....none of your kin can escape it!
*mutters*
Rub salt in the wound, why don't you.

Yet I should not desire to commit a Kinslaying to add to my other deeds, and warrant myself a true eternal exile.
Slaughter of kin is really not all it's cracked up to be. *his expression twists* To say the least. Best to quit while you're ahead.

And to my little brother: a book I found about engraving on metal. I think you'll find it extremely interesting!
Hmm...
*goes and sits down in the corner, immediately burying himself in the new book, with that slight frown he has when he's concentrating*
 
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Might I suggest a bright lemon-flavored cookie? Or would you like something sweeter? Chocolate mint?
Ahhhh, I can't decide. Analysis paralysis has hit me!

Yavanna: I think flowers cannot analysis paralysis have.

Laurinalótë: I am no ordinary flower.

Aulë: 🎶Not an ordinary flow'r!🎶 (To the tune of "Not an Ordinary Bean" from Lord of the Beans)
 
*stage whisper from over the top of his book*
You were meant to.
*raises eyebrow and smirks* Oh, really? I didn't know I had such good hearing as a fallen Valie!

That's not my fault! The Amazon delivery guy was late with your gift!
Here:
A crystal red rose like the one from beauty and the beast!
*blinks and puts the apple aside, taking the crystal red rose*

Ah, this is beautiful! What a sweet rose of Passion and Desire! *puts it in a pocket and embraces Tyelko fondly*
 
Here, Laurinalótë, try this one. It’s both sweet and refreshing, and should translate well in your water. *finely crumbles up a chocolate mint cookie into water and pours it around in her soil*
 
Here, Laurinalótë, try this one. It’s both sweet and refreshing, and should translate well in your water. *finely crumbles up a chocolate mint cookie into water and pours it around in her soil*
Laurinalótë: This is delicious! *Twirls in her vase and atop Maitimo's head in delight.*

(Quick question, where is her soil anyway? 🤔)
(She is still partially in a vase. No soil in your hair! 😂)
 
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