[For Rob Goodfellow] I Want Room Service!!!

[snarky_canuck]

It's been a week since Rodney walked into this screwy place, and he's been diligently jotting down every bit of information that seems useful: temperature changes, angle of the sun, time of sunset (he keeps missing sunrise exactly). Whatever this place is, it's either some place in Northeast North America, or it's a really good copy of it

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[rob_fellows]

Well, right behind him, Rodney might hear the amused and trollerific sound of of a puck, mock-solemnly singing the funeral march.

It has accents of the Imperial March, too.

Robin's feeling rambunctious today.

[snarky_canuck]

"No comments from peanut gallery, unless you can point me to a charger for this... paperweight," Rodney says, looking like he's about ready to toss the dying tablet out the window.

[rob_fellows]

"Paper weights don't need to be charged," the puck replies impishly.

He'll saunter over and perch on MacKay's armrest, if he can.

"Let me see that?"

He'll even grab it, if allowed.

[snarky_canuck]

"Well, it *was* a tablet, but the clock struck midnight and the magic turned it into a paperweight," Rodney replies, and the tablet is grabbed. He might give Robin a "who the hell are you?" look in the process.