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.]
withoutverona: (Frank is a pilot rilly!)
Frank Abagnale rolled out of bed almost silently, not realizing it wasn't *his* bed until his feet hit the floor.

He'd woken up in worse places, though not with (he rubbed his head) a hangover this bad in a while. He hoped the brunette in the other bed had been worth it, whatever had happened.

Glancing around for anything to orient him, Frank found a pair of discarded pants that looked like they'd fit him, with a wallet in the pocket. "Jackpot," he murmured, cracking the wallet open.

There wasn't much at first, just a bunch of credit cards and what looked like a school photo of a pretty teenage girl. But when he found a driver's license, he was startled to see his face staring back at him and had to pull it out to examine it more carefully, admiring the craftsmanship. Even though there were obvious flaws -- "Romeo Montague" was a weird name for a scam, too memorable, and the ID's date of birth was a typo, 1990 instead of 1940 -- the photo was great, and the whole thing looked very professional, even high-tech. The credit cards were all in the same name, too. A moment's fumbling in a desk drawer, and he found a checkbook to match, with a bank book showing an impressive balance.

Maybe he had done it while he was drunk? Finders keepers, whoever made the stuff, and Frank was not about to wait around for the brunette to wake up and tell him otherwise. He stuffed the wallet and checkbook in his uniform pocket, donned his pilot's cap at a rakish angle, and headed out.

[OOC: Establishy. Teyla modded with permission. Romeo is Frank Abagnale from Catch Me If You Can.]

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