The Bluth Yacht, late Sunday night

Oct 28, 2007 21:33

After leaving the bar, GOB walked past the abandoned Fourth Sin on his way to the yacht. Michael had been right. He had probably never been as... successful in life as he had been when there was still somebody living there that he actually cared about. Maybe it was a coincidence that he had gotten everything else in his life together then and that it fell apart when she left. Maybe it was because of her. But as he undocked his yacht he thought that maybe, just maybe, if he could figure out where the hell this Basin City place was, he might be able to reclaim some of that. All he had to do was find Becky.

Unfortunately, she was dead.

GOB sailed off into the night, waving goodbye to Fandom, and drinking stolen booze.

Two weeks later, GOB had not only failed to find Basin City, but he ended up in Atlantic City, married to a hooker whose name he would never learn.

It was annulled two days later when he refused to pay her for the marriage. Turns out they charged extra for that kind of thing. He had made a huge mistake.

This was Arrested Development.

[OOC: NFI, obviously, everything but the epilogue okay for broadcast.

And with that, two years of fun and insanity is over. GOB is gone to never return unless I have a half-way decent excuse to bring him in for a guest spot which I surely will at some point. GOB will miss all of you. Well, probably not. But he'll pretend that he did if he ever sees you again.

I'll have a new character in town next Sunday to take over ownership of Caritas. Until then it is in chaos. CHAOS. Only not, as the Caritas employees know what's going on. And if they don't, they should check the previous filtered post in GOB's journal. Thanks for everything, guys! It's been a lot of fun!]
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