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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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Nobody else knew of it but us, and all it was was a signed piece of paper that shouldn’t have been here in the first place. As far as I’m concerned, the idea is all in shreds now. 😂
A lawyer would beg to differ, since it was a contract signed by both parties! Failing to properly read a contract does not exempt a party from being bound by it.

However, since the two parties were never married and so the divorce contract is nonsense, a court would probably rule in our favor to get out of it. But shredding an agreement does not terminate it, just so you all are aware.

(Source: my business law class. Have to make use of my contract law knowledge somehow!)
 
Findaráto: I am doing well, cousin! Just looking for a nice spot for me and Amarië's honey moon!😊
Oh, you and Amarië finally married? I’m elated for you, cousin! Congratulations! Though… why return to Middle-earth for a honeymoon?

Tyelko: come here Huan! Findo only likes werewolves as pets.😏
*Huan gives him a look: “Nope.”*

Technically, I shouldn't have access to every information uncle Nolo possesses. Nor Ilcamor's secret documents.
You reeeaaalllly shouldn’t. 😳

Aunt Nerdanel’s not here to defend herself! The contract is null and void upon its destruction. 😁
 
Oh, you and Amarië finally married? I’m elated for you, cousin! Congratulations! Though… why return to Middle-earth for a honeymoon?
Uh thank you! I wish we could have you there, but she wanted her parents to be present and so did I.
As for the reason behind our sudden return, there aren't many unexplored places left in Aman for us. And during my first life, I was too busy ...you know... being a king. So I didn't get a chance to travel as my heart desires.
*Huan gives him a look: “Nope.”*
*Raises an eyebrow*
Is that so?
*Picks up Yaulofinwë in his arms and kisses his nose*
Guess who's going to be sleeping on Huan's bed from now on? And get all his treats?
*Yaulofinwë growls in happiness, licking Tyelko's face, making him laugh.*
You reeeaaalllly shouldn’t. 😳
Yet I do. And I'm not giving them back!
 
I understand. I wish you both all the best, now that you can finally be together again.

What are some areas you were thinking of traveling to? I know the Pools of Irvin are gorgeous just south of the Ered Wethrin, if you remember them. Or, I hear Tyelko and Íri are planning a trip east of the Ered Lindon.

*Huan glares at Tyelko, giving a low growl seeing him cuddle with the cub. “Two can play at that game.”*

*Starts to lick Findaráto’s hand affectionately, while still keeping his glare trained on Tyelko*
 
Oh that sounds interesting! Tyelko, can we jo--
Tyelko: no.
Íri: if you want to wrestle with tigers on your honeymoon then why not.
Findaráto: I...I think we will just go visit the pools then.
*Sad, because he would have liked to give wrestling with tigers a try. If all of them were as cute as Yaulofinwë, of course.*
*Huan glares at Tyelko, giving a low growl seeing him cuddle with the cub. “Two can play at that game.”*

*Starts to lick Findaráto’s hand affectionately, while still keeping his glare trained on Tyelko*
*Tyelko glares back and smooches Yaulofinwë all over his face.*
Guess who is not going to come with us when we visit the tigers and the pandas?
Fine. Don’t come crying to me when my father or the Ilcamor come after you for stealing and falsifying classified documents!
My Atar will protect me. Especially considering who I have stolen these from.😌
 
*Findaráto bristles, reaching out for what looked like to be a discarded ice gun and picks it up*
You little jerk! You and that mini devil both deserve to die!
*smirks in his most annoying manner*
No, no, cousin. It's 'de Vil'. And that's him, not me. *points at Tyelko*

You like brain frost?!
I think he already has a terminal case, Íri.

*privately thinks Caranthir should be made a saint, as he probably helped with the document as well as the coat*

I guess he just divorced Ammë...
*Curufin was still feeling sour, but this makes him snort and giggle, quite taking the wind out of the sails of his death-stare*

OR… *takes the divorce paper from Tyelko and sticks it in a paper shredder, the pieces flying like confetti* Problem solved.
*Curufin is still snickering quietly at the idea of Findaráto having divorced Nerdanel*

*Curufin buries his face in his hands, now silently shaking with hilarity*

My Atar will protect me. Especially considering who I have stolen these from.😌
*for some reason, unknown to even Curufin himself, this triggers another severe wave of giggles*

*he finally manages to wheeze something out*
Stop... stop, you're breaking me...!

*he flops back in his seat, trying to catch his breath*
I... I think I need another nap. Or I need to get back to my workshop, where things still make sense...!
 
*smirks in his most annoying manner*
No, no, cousin. It's 'de Vil'. And that's him, not me. *points at Tyelko*
Findaráto:*Sends death glares his way*
I'm watching you, you little gremlin!
I think he already has a terminal case, Íri.
Íri: We all do. That's not the point.
*Findaráto blushes*
Shut up!
*Tyelko looks at him in confusion*
Um ...you okay there?
 
*sees Findaráto blush and snickers before walking towards him, speaking in lilting tones*

Don't worry, I wouldn't have considered that official. And these are the words of a Valie. They hold much authority. *smiles*
 
*Tyelko looks at him in confusion*
Um ...you okay there?
*smiling widely*
No.

*he stands up unsteadily and catches himself by leaning on Tyelko*

*he looks down and frowns, thinking Tyelko's tunic must be affecting him in some way*
*of course, he himself may just be going a bit crazy, but it's always possible*

*he walks off, knocking into a table on the way as though drunk, and disappears in the direction of his workshop*

*he returns walking normally and wearing his normal clothing, but the tunic is a bit crumpled and stained with black marks*
*it is not a good look, necessarily, but it is a very Curvo look*
 
Tyelko: tsk tsk tsk! Look at you.
*Brings out a wet wipe packet from his pocket and picks one, cleaning the black smudges on Curvo's face. He can't do anything for the ones on his tunic so he leaves them alone.*
*he makes a muffled noise of protest, but resigns himself*
...
Thanks, ammë Tyelko.
 
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