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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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O-KAY. This is getting too serious and philosophical again. What’s some crazy fun nonsense you people can get into? Should I bring the cows back in?
 
Doesn’t mean it wasn’t fun, though— right?
*remembers the entire saga of getting his arm chewed, his neck drooled on, the waterfall, the burning tunic, Tyelko's baggy clothing, the bizarre half-dreams, the uncontrollable fits of giggles...*

...Sure... let's call it that...
 
*Yaulofinwë meows happily, jumping down from Tyelko's arm to go and sit by Curvo's feet. He nibs at his boot, as if saying: I like you too now.*
*gives him the head-scritches Yaulë appreciates so much*

*as if sensing this on a radar, Yaulë speedily trots into the room and rubs the sides of his face upon Curufin's other boot, demanding his share of head-scritches*

*Curufin crouches down, scritching both heads*
 
*Yaulë puts his front paws on Curufin's knee and looks at him steadily, making a 'mrrrp' sound*
*Curufin sighs*
Fine...

*Curufin sits down cross-legged*
*Yaulë claims his spot as rightful cat of Metal Hand by curling up in his lap like a fluffy grey ball and staring until he gets more pats*

*Curufin, gently stroking Yaulë's head* No, don't stare like that. *mutters, leaning down and raising a finger* I am a very bad influence.
*Yaulë headbutts his forehead*
*Curufin shuts up, now quite melted on the inside*
 
Oof!
*He pets Huan gently, trying to coax him to stand up so he could breath easier but Huan's not listening. He resigns to his fate eventually.*
And now I'm going to smell like dog...
*Yaulë claims his spot as rightful cat of Metal Hand by curling up in his lap like a fluffy grey ball and staring until he gets more pats*
*Yaulofinwë looks at metal hand like:🥺 as if saying, what about me?*
 
Oof!
*He pets Huan gently, trying to coax him to stand up so he could breath easier but Huan's not listening. He resigns to his fate eventually.*
And now I'm going to smell like dog...
*”Hush, Huan cleans you now.” Continues to lick Tyelko’s arm, making his way from the hand up to his shoulder, then rubs his face on the wet arm affectionately. After giving a good shake, from which a cloud of wiry grey fur flies away, he moves on to Tyelko’s face, licking him free of cat stench. “Huan loves having Tyelko Time.”*

Meanwhile…

*Gwaloth is running around with a piercingly loud and high-pitched squeaky toy, enjoying making Ereinion chase after her*

*she runs up to Maitimo and begins to rub the toy on his leg while still chewing on it, trying to entice him to play with her*

*it’s slobbery* 🙂
 
*she runs up to Maitimo and begins to rub the toy on his leg while still chewing on it, trying to entice him to play with her*

*it’s slobbery* 🙂
Eww, could you not? These pants are brand new.

*but she looks so pathetic with her big puppy eyes that Maitimo sighs, grimaces and picks up the slobbery ball, and throws it*

*he's internally thinking how cats are so much cleaner*
 
I'd really appreciate if the two of you don't mark me as properties. I know I'm your elf, but it's a bit too much, don't you think?
 
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