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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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Fëanor: That's ridiculous, my wallet with my credit card is right here-- *reaches for his back pocket and pales when he finds nothing there*
Fingon: Ereinion, do you know anything about Uncle Fëanor’s credit card?

Ereinion: You mean this one? *pulls a card out of his pocket*

Maitimo: *tiredly* I'm just wondering where they put the chocolate.
Amrod: You remember how you dared us to make a chocolate fort?
 
(The Denny's just being a pop-up is extremely funny considering that the Denny's in my town closed down like a week ago 🤣)
Curufin: Well, uh... some of it went here. *pats his stomach* If you recall that period of a few days where I was an unusually hyperactive little elfling, Nelyo...
Kano, with a thousand mile stare: I most certainly do😭
 
Curufin: Well, uh... some of it went here. *pats his stomach* If you recall that period of a few days where I was an unusually hyperactive little elfling, Nelyo...
Maitimo: I do remember. I had to play Robot for you for hours and let you "fix" me. 🙃

Fingon: Ereinion, do you know anything about Uncle Fëanor’s credit card?

Ereinion: You mean this one? *pulls a card out of his pocket*
*Fëanor tries to grab it* You give that back or you're grounded for a year!!

Amrod: You remember how you dared us to make a chocolate fort?
Maitimo: I most certainly do not! That is against my character to dare such a thing!

(The Denny's just being a pop-up is extremely funny considering that the Denny's in my town closed down like a week ago 🤣)
(Your local Morgoth has decided to move to a different location!)
 
*Fëanor tries to grab it* You give that back or you're grounded for a year!!
*Fingon jumps in front of Ereinion to shield him from Fëanor.* Whoa, whoa! Hey! You can’t ground my son. He’s just an Elfling! He didn’t know any better. Right, ion nín?

Ereinion: …Right. 👀

Maitimo: I most certainly do not! That is against my character to dare such a thing!
Amrod: Oh, well, somebody dared us, and we made it happen. 😁
 
*suddenly feels bad for making him tear up*
Kano: it's . . . not as though I've never messed with your stuff, right?
Well, there was that time you 'tidied' my forge when you saw I was exhausted and passed out asleep in the corner. It was well meant, but that arrangement was... rather less than intuitive. *facepalms, though his mouth twitches with amusement*

Ereinion: …Right. 👀
...I sense craftiness.
 
*Fingon jumps in front of Ereinion to shield him from Fëanor.* Whoa, whoa! Hey! You can’t ground my son. He’s just an Elfling! He didn’t know any better.
Fëanor: Well, he knew what he was doing enough to commit credit card fraud on my account!!! I lost hundreds of dollars because of him! I'm pretty sure that's worthy of me grounding him if you won't do it yourself!
 
Well, there was that time you 'tidied' my forge when you saw I was exhausted and passed out asleep in the corner. It was well meant, but that arrangement was... rather less than intuitive. *facepalms, though his mouth twitches with amusement*
Kano: It was more aesthetic! But yeah . . . I'm really not an expert on tool arrangements.
 
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Amras: I believe we dared each other, Pityo.
Amrod: Did we? I almost forgot, since we kept telling different versions of the story to people. 😂

Fëanor: Well, he knew what he was doing enough to commit credit card fraud on my account!!! I lost hundreds of dollars because of him! I'm pretty sure that's worthy of me grounding him if you won't do it yourself!
Fingon: As if a few hundred dollars would make a big dent in your account!

However… Ereinion, did you know whose card you were using?

Ereinion: *shifting in his place* …Yes. I had to give them the name on the card.

Fingon: You know it’s wrong to use someone’s credit card without their permission, right?

Ereinion: Even if it’s just lying on a table, alone and begging to be used?

Fingon: *facepalm* Yes, even if it’s just lying on a table, begging to be used.
 
Curufin: *doesn't know whether to be offended or impressed by the brazenness of the tiny Nolofinwian*
 
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