Tweedles: Double open post of project design.

[angsty_redhead]

Few enough people visit the house that Fëanor built, these days, save for the two or three who still live in it. But if one were to wander through today, one would find the two eldest Sons of Fëanor camped out in the courtyard, equipped with pencils, rulers, and large sheets of paper over which their heads are bent. They look suspiciously like

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[sweariwontdie]

Armand knows this is the house he and Chris moved out of shortly after he lost his memory. He still doesn't know why they lived there, but the grounds and the house are strangely comforting to him, especially the cold and empty forge. Since whatever inhabitants it still has often seem not to be there, he goes by every once in a while. Today is one of those days.

[angsty_redhead]

One of those elusive inhabitants looks up at the slight figure, watching his approach in some surprise.

"Armand?" And he waves, in case that wasn't within human speaking distance.

[sweariwontdie]

Armand assumed that he's recognized because he used to live here. He smiles, a little surprised himself that there are people here. Getting closer, he's more suprised it's an elf. Well, the other elf he'd talked to wasn't so bad. He smiles apologetically. "I'm afraid something's happened to my memory. Would you remind me of your name, please?"

[angsty_redhead]

He's partly right, of course. For his part, Mae is surprised about the memoryloss and, indeed, Armand's presence, having thought him gone the way of his parents. "--Maitimo. I'm Maitimo." And he nudges the other Tweedle. "And-- my brother, Macalaurë."

[houndmaster]

Well, the two eldest brothers are soon joined by a third eldest, who was no doubt tromping about on some errand of his own. He gives them both a dubious expression, and then aims it at the Plans in their hands. Plans worry him. Plans mean Work.

[broodingelf]

"Hi there." Despite the greeting Maglor fails to look up for a moment, studiously pencilling in hypothetical measurments.

[houndmaster]

"Hi. What are you two up to?" Tyelko peeked over his shoulder at what Maglor was drawing.

[angsty_redhead]

"Hey." Mae tips his chair back at at a precarious angle. "Would you believe a summer home?"