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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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*shakes head with a curious look🧐*
Hmmm... interesting.
Curvo,do you mind lying down on your back?
*turns to look at Tyelko with a suspicious expression* Er...?
*his curiosity gets the better of him as usual*
*lies down, frowning slightly*

*in Nelyo's direction, to ward off any suspicious or concerned looks from him*
I am feeling alright, by the way. My brother is scheming something, and I am joining in, that is all.
 
*grins excitedly*
Oh alright. Let's test this.
*Rubs his belly*
How is this making you feel? Are you perhaps... enjoying this?
*Aredhel makes eye contact from across the room and the lock eyes before Aredhel smiles,content*
 
*grins excitedly*
Oh alright. Let's test this.
*Rubs his belly*
How is this making you feel? Are you perhaps... enjoying this?
*Aredhel makes eye contact from across the room and the lock eyes before Aredhel smiles,content*
*notices Celegorm glance across the room at someone, starts feeling a little nervous*

*raises eyebrows*
*answers thoughtfully, as though he is being psychoanalysed*
It feels... like someone is rubbing my belly. Which is an extremely odd feeling, because this normally does not happen.
*the underlying sarcasm is only barely detectable*
 
*his grins drops as he was not getting any closer to the answer*
Oh alright.
*Takes out a small notebook from his pocket and begins writing some notes on a page named after Curvo*
Ok. Um... have you ever felt the desire to eat bugs? Flys,in particular?
 
*extremely confused*
No. But I was curious about the taste of grass once.
...It tasted a bit like lettuce.
 
*his grins returns as he was finally getting something useful out of him*
Nice nice! I think we've got our answer for another one of my brothers here, Íri!
Aredhel,from across the room: excellent,let me add it to the archive!
*Tyelko turns to Curvo again*
Curufinwë Atarnikë,you...are...a ... RABBIT!
 
*lies there with an 'I should have guessed' expression for a moment*
*sits up*
May I ask why you are... categorising me in this way, brother?
And... what archive?
 
*frowns but sighs, deciding to tell him after all*
Íri and I have come to this conclusion that all my baby brothers and cousins are the spirits of my dead pets but reborn. You,for example,are my little black bunny I had but Laurë decided to eat. Íri,is the little baby chick I had which was eaten by Laurë yet again. I'm trying to find them all but not everyone is as cooperative as you.
 
*decidedly not feeling like laughing*
...Laurë?
 
*gets angry even thinking of him*
Yes Laurë. He might act like a innocent little bard but he is vicious. He purposefully skinned, seasoned the roasted you and Íri -- I mean the bunny you and baby chick Íri! You too were such tiny things--I mean you still are but you barely had any meat on your bones. And only because you nibbled on his music sheets!
 
Oh that's NIKE not NIKË laurinalótë.
*Grins because Fëanor is going to be proud of him*
The point was you called him by the wrong name... all these years. It's Atarinkë.

Fautuatar: It could just be their thing.

Laurinalótë: Or Tyelko just doesn't know what he's been saying all these millenia.

Fautuatar: That, too.
 
*Fingon is speechless, stunned at the adorable stuffed lion Curvo made and is offering to Ereinion*

*he turns to look for Ereinion, but then remembers he’s holding him* *gives his son a warm smile, and kneels down gently beside Curvo so Ereinion can reach better*

*Ereinion slowly reaches out and takes the toy out of Curvo’s hand, eyes wide with wonder as he examines every jewel and covers them with his hands to make them glow*

Fingon: What do you say, ion nîn?

Ereinion: *looks to Curvo with his sweet eyes* Thank you!

Fingon: *also smiles warmly at Curvo, giving a deep nod of gratitude and approval* Thank you, Curvo. This was very thoughtful of you.

*goes over to a table and sits down in a chair with Ereinion to play with the stuffed lion while Tyelko diagnoses Curvo*

Íri and I have come to this conclusion that all my baby brothers and cousins are the spirits of my dead pets but reborn.
*overhears this part and mutters to himself* Times when I’m glad to be older than Tyelko…

*continues to play with the lion and cover it with his hands to make it glow for Ereinion*
 
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