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fandomtownies2008-12-20 08:33 am
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The Gig, Friday
Rosie had put the last finishing touches on the carving she'd been working on, oiled it, and set it on the bench in the smithy to cure.
Despite the weather outside, she was stripped to as little as was possible and remain decent. The forge was blazing and the ring of metal on metal filled the air as she worked.
The Gig was open, but it might take a bit of work to get her attention.
[ooc: up so late because it was 39 degrees here yesterday (that's 102 for you non-celsius people) and all I wanted to do when I got home from work was fall in a melty heap.]
Despite the weather outside, she was stripped to as little as was possible and remain decent. The forge was blazing and the ring of metal on metal filled the air as she worked.
The Gig was open, but it might take a bit of work to get her attention.
[ooc: up so late because it was 39 degrees here yesterday (that's 102 for you non-celsius people) and all I wanted to do when I got home from work was fall in a melty heap.]