Hair Dye, Cloning and General Epic Chaoticness

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

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!

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

Yeah but I broke finno's-- I mean my own! Yes my own bow!

And you don't have a bow of your own anymore?!

You what?! I was wondering what happened to it!

I'm sorry about that, brother. He took your bow without my knowledge or consent, or yours, obviously. I was trying to get him to apologize and get you a new one....

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

And you don't have a bow of your own anymore?!

I left it at grandpa's.🤷

I'm sorry about that, brother. He took your bow without my knowledge or consent, or yours, obviously. I was trying to get him to apologize and get you a new one....

IN YOUR DREAMS!

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

I'm sorry about that, brother. He took your bow without my knowledge or consent, or yours, obviously. I was trying to get him to apologize and get you a new one....

*sigh* It’s fine… A bow can always be replaced. Not like that one’s been with me for centuries or anything. Just as long as you never touch my harp or attempt to turn it into a multi-stringed bow!!

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

Just as long as you never touch my harp or attempt to turn it into a multi-stringed bow!!

Ok here's your sta--
.... Oops?

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

Ok here's your sta--
.... Oops?

*gives Tyelko a nonplussed stare* I- You’re unbelievable sometimes, you know that?

*sighs and examines the broken pieces* How did you manage to break my bow, anyhow?

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

Umm...Huan did it?

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

*eternal facepalming intensifies*

You know Tyelko, maybe I should teach you how to hunt with throwing knives like I do, since you cannot be trusted with any stringed contraptions.

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

Oromë already taught me... I just prefer STRINGS!

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

Umm...Huan did it?

*skeptically, with eyebrow raised and arms folded across the chest* Mm-hmm… I know that’s not true. *addresses Huan* Right?

*Huan walks over and sits next to Fingon, staring at Tyelko*

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

*gasps* Another betrayal!

 

[Server Room Gremlin]

Just as long as you never touch my harp or attempt to turn it into a multi-stringed bow!!

Curufin, who has been lurking in the corner for some time, is suddenly reminded of the thing he had attempted to make for Maglor as an apology gift (so that he didn't have to actually walk up to him and apologise with words).

In his defence, it had been a sleep-deprived idea, born and crafted in the dead of night. Only when one was halfway to the realm of dreams could a musical bow, that made a different melodious note every time it was shot, seem like the perfect gift for a warrior poet.
After firing a test arrow into the doorframe of his workshop, Curufin stood stock still, then stared down at the item in his hands. The beautiful sound of his idiocy still hummed in the stuffy night air of the workshop. He unstrung the item, then shoved it among the pokers near the forge fire, heading to bed without a backwards glance. The next morning, he went and apologised to Maglor with the most heartfelt sincerity and in the most excruciating detail. But Maglor never knew what truly stirred Curufin's heart to grief: almost gifting his brother, that masterful craftsman of music, the Thing.

And that 'bow' still sits in his workshop among the pokers, mocking him every time he needs to stoke the fire. Curufin doesn't say a word, but he puts his hands over his face. Gleefully observing the ridiculous semi-arguments of others can no longer distract him from the memory...!

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

Curvo, welcome!! How long have you been sneaking around here watching us?

 

[Server Room Gremlin]

*stares out from between fingers*
Far too long, clearly.

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

Are you okay there, bro? You look upset.

 

[Server Room Gremlin]

*unidentifiable strangled noise*
Yes- no...

 

[Fingon_Findekáno]

It’s okay, Curvo. You can tell us. We’re family.

 

[Maedhros_Nelyafinwë]

Okay, then... if there's anything we can do to help, let us know, okay?

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

Well well well...look who we have here!

 

[Server Room Gremlin]

*shoots a suspicious glance at the Nolofinwion*
Certainly, um. Nelyo. I think something has disagreed with me, and I need to rest my eyes for a bit.
*sits down, knees drawn to chest, and buries face in folded arms, as if resting*

 

[Tyelkormo the Fair]

*looks at Curufinwë a bit before sitting down next to him*
*Eyes his arm*
*Bites it*