withoutverona: (weetiny eyes closed)
Romeo was very pleased with himself as he dressed in his jammies and climbed into bed. After arguing over the pillow with Yurika, the weekend had been AWESOME. Saturday, he had played good guys and bad guys with Sky, Brooke and Ino, gotten cereal from Peter Petrelli, gone to a slumber party before sneaking out and having pizza with a superhero, and talked about evil food with Mel.

And then Sunday he had met Mr. Tennant in town (and the play he was putting on sounded COOL) and played Legos and heard a dirty joke in Host club. Then Master Skywalker helped him FLY.

He had to ask Father to become a Jedi.

Also to buy him another gun to give Reno for good. Reno was the BEST.

[OOC: Just a linkdrop.]
withoutverona: (smoking so beautiful)
It was a cold day, and quiet on the beach, but anyone out for a walk might notice a blond seated on a rock, hugging himself as he stared at the water. A pen and notepad were by his side, but he wasn't actually writing anything.

The last few days couldn't be real. Him, a con man named Frank? It must be some kind of delusion caused by drinking too much during I Never, the foul game. (Which reminded him, he might do well to talk to Inara again.)

And if it wasn't real, it mean he hadn't emptied his bank account and gotten his wallet stolen, and he feared what his father would have to say about that. And he certainly hadn't called Master Skywalker "Pal" or Teyla "sweetie", flirted with two cute sisters (though he had a hard time regretting that one too much, despite his dead wife), gotten drunk with someone from a ship that sank 90 years before, learned way too much about the entertainment industry, or rambled on to Amber about it being 1966.

And no way, no way, had he gotten his life threatened over a mere $300, let alone been enough of a coward to turn and run.

Of course, if it wasn't real, that didn't explain the pilot's cap that had been in his coat pocket that morning. With a final glance at the waves and the sad realization he was past due at work, Romeo stood and walked back to town.

[OOC: Open if you're on the beach, I guess.]

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