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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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(For clarity, the scene has changed, leaving the Angband gang to themselves for now. Now we are in Himring, where Maedhros is hosting a Halloween party (as a continuation of the one we started on the Chaotic RPing thread in the TTF Discord Server).)

Tiny Ghost stations himself behind a column, waiting to spring out a scare anybody, friend or no, who comes by. If one listens closely, they can hear a spectral giggling.
*Fingon, dressed as a 19th-Century Gothic Vampire, comes walking down the hallway, humming a song to himself*
 
*As Fingon passes by another hallway, he nearly collides with Maitimo, who was just coming around the corner. It’s not in time to avoid accidentally knocking a basket full of giant sugar cookies and fish out of Fingon’s arms, though*

Maitimo, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you coming! *he kneels to clean up the scattered cookies and flopping fish*
 
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I should have looked where I was going. I hope I didn’t mess up your nice blue coat!

*Resist as he might, Fingon’s mouth cracks into a sly smile, fangs showing, when Maitimo asks about the fish. He avoids making eye contact with Maitimo, focusing on refilling his basket* I uhh… hehe… these are for a trick or treat feast. For a friend of mine. 👀😅
 
*Curufin is in the room where he usually stays while visiting Himring. The chamber is dark, lit by a single candle, with the curtains drawn. He is getting ready for the party, dressing in the black tunic and trousers, lined with silver, which he often wears on formal occasions. He scribbles 'sorry' on a piece of paper, then pins it to his front. He is of course... a formal apology. He giggles softly at his most ingenious pun, then winces, putting a hand to his head.*

*For some reason, he had been feeling increasingly sensitive to light, that evening. Hence his darkened room.*

Hang on... Could it be...?

*He goes to the window, pulls the curtain aside, and stands there, blinking, in the light of the full moon beaming through it.*

Oh...

*Curufin barely has time to grimace*

*The curtain falls back down, softly swaying*

*The door to Curufin's chamber, slightly ajar, opens just a little wider...*

*And a black cat with a curiously Curvo-like expression in its silver eyes slips out and trots down the stairs towards where everyone is gathering for the party*

(Say hello to Catvo, everyone! 😂 )


Tiny Ghost stations himself behind a column, waiting to spring out a scare anybody, friend or no, who comes by. If one listens closely, they can hear a spectral giggling.
*Catvo's ears twitch, hearing the giggling. He pauses, looking curiously at the column.*
 
*Catvo jumps back in alarm, his tail fluffed up, at the sudden appearance and noise of Tiny Ghost*

*Then immediately tries to look cool and unconcerned as he realises it is only the ghostly youngster*

Admittedly, you are not bad at being spooky, ghostling. I trust you are... unharmed? Being only a fëa.
(Catvo speaks using ósanwë, so while his mouth isn't moving, those nearby can hear Curufin's voice in their 'mind's ear', but only very quietly unless they're paying attention to him)

*Just then, Catvo's thoughts are interrupted by a glorious Scent.*

*He turns towards Fingon and approaches as though drawn by a magnet, staring at the flopping fish. He sits down neatly at his feet.*

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Indeed, most compassionate cat! All is well! Tiny Ghost looks up from where he has face-planted and kicks his feet happily. High lords! He cries to Fingon and Maitimo. It is a pleasure to bear witness to your presence on this auspicious and haunted eve! May all be filled with the heebie-jeebies until dawn!


Tiny Ghost rolls over and over on the floor until he reaches his friends and then sits up straight. He looks more solid than usual, and color tinges his hair, eyes and skin, though it is still difficult to determine exactly what color.
 
I should have looked where I was going. I hope I didn’t mess up your nice blue coat!

*Resist as he might, Fingon’s mouth cracks into a sly smile, fangs showing, when Maitimo asks about the fish. He avoids making eye contact with Maitimo, focusing on refilling his basket* I uhh… hehe… these are for a trick or treat feast. For a friend of mine. 👀😅
*in trying to regather the fish into the basket with the sugar cookies, one fish starts to flop away on the floor. Fingon lunges forward for it, though it takes a few tries before he can actually grasp its slippery, wiggling body. Before he returns it to the basket, he waggles it in Maitimo’s direction playfully*

*He turns towards Fingon and approaches as though drawn by a magnet, staring at the flopping fish. He sits down neatly at his feet.*

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*Fingon stops and notices the cat suddenly now by his feet* Maitimo! You didn’t tell me you got a pet cat! Here, kitty, kitty…

High lords! He cries to Fingon and Maitimo. It is a pleasure to bear witness to your presence on this auspicious and haunted eve! May all be filled with the heebie-jeebies until dawn!

Tiny Ghost rolls over and over on the floor until he reaches his friends and then sits up straight. He looks more solid than usual, and color tinges his hair, eyes and skin, though it is still difficult to determine exactly what color.
Well-met, Tiny Ghost! We shall certainly have our fill of fun before the night is over. *he plucks a broken sugar cookie off the ground and pops it into his mouth*
 
Tiny Ghost glides along after the tree, fascinated by it. "The Blooming Lady will be pleased to hear Tiny Ghost has made the acquaintance of one of those trees she has so often spoken of! What a marvel!"

He zips from one side to the other, and goes in circles round the sprinting Maitimo. "Run faster, liege! Faster! Yon tree escapes thee!"
 
*The sounds of construction can be heard on the north side of Himring, near the border of Morgoth's territory. There's a huge cloud of dust, and when it dissipates, a charming little office building stands in its place. There is a sign at the front that reads: Maedhros Fëanorion, CPA. Accounting and Tax.*

It's a long story, friends, but I have accepted an audit engagement to audit Angband Denny's! Now I need to assemble my audit team. Who wants to help? Imagine all the fraud he's cooking up in his books over there! If we discover it and report it, his investors are Not gonna be happy with him and the place could go out of business!
 
*The sounds of construction can be heard on the north side of Himring, near the border of Morgoth's territory. There's a huge cloud of dust, and when it dissipates, a charming little office building stands in its place. There is a sign at the front that reads: Maedhros Fëanorion, CPA. Accounting and Tax.*

It's a long story, friends, but I have accepted an audit engagement to audit Angband Denny's! Now I need to assemble my audit team. Who wants to help? Imagine all the fraud he's cooking up in his books over there! If we discover it and report it, his investors are Not gonna be happy with him and the place could go out of business!
*walks around the new little office, checking it out with enthusiasm* I have no idea what any of this entails, but I'm down for taking out Angband Denny's! 🫡
 

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