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OOC: Three Minute Dates, yay!
When I came up with this idea on a whim a month ago, I thought it might be a fun thing and I'd get, like, 10 adults signed up for it. I wasn't even thinking students. As it often happens with this game, I had no clue how many people would sign up and what you guys would do with it. I put a lot of work into setting up the pairings and getting that ( Read more... ) -
The Bluth Yacht, late Monday morning
GOB was awake. He was also staring at his calendar. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out why today's date was circled. It was starting to bother him ( Read more... ) -
A hotel room in Arlington, VA - Late Sunday evening
After the Northern Virginia League of Magicians Awards - where GOB was nominated in the Best Illusion at a Retirement Party category for his "Burning Aztec Tomb" trick at Lorne's going away party - GOB and Becky returned to their hotel room.
GOB was moping.
[OOC: NFB due to distance, some probably NSFW-ish elements towards the end.] -
The Bluth Yacht, Late Saturday night
GOB was thinking. After last night's radio and two voicemails, one placed and one received, he had something to think about.
This wasn't doing him any good, though, so he ( made a phone call. ) -
Early Sunday morning, The Docks
And the Bluth yacht returned after a few days at sea, adventuring like no yacht had ever adventured before!
Well, okay, maybe there was no adventuring. That's not the story GOB would be telling everyone, though. -
The Bluth Yacht, Late Thursday evening
After a generally bad week, GOB needed a break.
As he made a phone call, he realized that maybe he was maturing a little. Maybe Michael was right. Maybe he was becoming more responsible. Maybe it would be a good idea to hire an NPC somebody to steer the ship while he was drunk seeing as how he just tried to take off with the yacht still tied to ( Read more... ) -
The Bluth Yacht, Thursday evening
GOB sat below the deck of his yacht and stared at the television. Not that he was watching anything. It was wet outside and he was still out of alcohol so he didn't have anything better to do. He was in a somewhat better mood than he was before radio last night, but still. That bitterness. That disappointment. That just didn't go away this quickly ( Read more... ) -
The Bluth Yacht, Late Wednesday night
GOB sat in his yacht, dwelling on previous failures after quitting his workshop earlier. He had now sobered up and was drowning his sorrows in Mr. Bananagrabber cartoons. "I never should have given up the animation rights," he mumbled.
[OOC: For lessexthanmiho.]