The Gig, Friday

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All was quiet and peaceful at The Gig today.

If you didn't speak squirrel, that is.

After two hours of listening to them bicker, Rosie left the office, planted her hands on her hips and yelled, "Enough! Whoever this Teyla is, I'm sure she's not interested in any of you!"

Then she stormed back into the office to continue fighting with the dreaded evil of paperwork.

The Gig was open for all your horse-hiring, sick animal, metal-working needs.

Unless you were a squirrel.

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Luckly for Worf: Not a squirrel.

He did however have some business.

"Excuse me," he asked as he entered the building carrying the broken parts of his bat'leth. "I was wondering if you did repairs."

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Rosie, still annoyed at the squirrels (though, truth be told, she was annoyed at the paperwork, which she had no talent and less patience for. The squirrels were merely a convenient target), looked up with half a glare, then stared.

The lumps on his head were...weird. "That depends," she said, eyes dropping to the pieces in his hand. Those were enough to push away her irritation. "What is it?"

[ooc: I'm all a'migrained, forgive my slow, please.]

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"It is a bat'leth," Worf replied. "A weapon that has been in my family for five generations and was broken in a recent... altercation. I would be greatly indebted to you if you could repair it."

[OW! Shoo! Go rest. Will SP.]

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Naarl could fix it, Rosie knew that. He could make it so no one could tell it had ever been broken. Whether she could or not...

"I don't know," she admitted, holding out a hand for a piece of it. "Dents in armour, nicks in swords, I can do those. Reforging an entire weapon is something I've never tried. Can I see it?"

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Worf put the two parts in front of her. It was a clean break between the two parts. "If you could fix it, it would mean a lot to me."

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Rosie ran a finger along first one piece, then the other, studying them. She could see how they would fit. Chewing her lip, she nudged them closer together. "I can try," she said, lifting her eyes from the broken weapon. "I can't make it worse, I know that. I've never seen anything like this, but I'll try."

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"That is good enough for me," Worf replied with a nod. "Even if it does not work as a serviceable weapon at least it will be whole again."