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george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael had ~~handwavily~~ had a good time at his birthday party last night and stayed up way late, so he was tired when he opened the stand today. Probably he would go home early.

The stand is open.

[OOC: No OCD. RL is killing me lately. I aplogize for being incredibly scarce and having GMB miss his own party. I just haven't been home. Things will settle down more fully come Monday. I have relatives visiting so please just bare with me. Please mod any service as I am headed right back out.]

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

Geoffrey wanted to be in his theater.

...but he also needed to buy things. Hence, he was at 'work'.

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[ocd: in the spirit of doom and (not banana) pies, Geoffrey is going without an OCD]

george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael stood behind the counter, a smile on his face, inhaling the fresh tropical air. Ahhh, this was the life. He could stay here forever.

Only not. Because he was bound for college and things were working out with Mary.

"It just can't get any better," he said aloud, just as a bird flew overhead and crapped on his shoulder.

"EDDIE!"

Damn bird.

The stand is open.

[No ocd cause I am lazy.]

george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

Going commando was... kind of cool.

Not that he would do it everday. Kind of weird.

But it gave him something else to think about besides Mary and whether or not she was getting the help she needed.

He wondered when he would tell her that he as leaving.

The stand is open.

[No ocd.]

george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

He was not in a good mood. At all.

Be wary all who come to find their chocolate banana fix.

Oh, but hey, free candy falling from the sky.

George Michael OD'd on Milk Duds.

The stand is open.

[OCDless and possible SP throughout the day.]

george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

Smelling banana's was making him sick. Also was the thought of tea.

If anyone wanted a banana today, they just might have to fix it themselves.

He was still hiring, of course he was.

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george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael really really screwed things up with Mary. But his dad brought up college and Michael rather liked the idea of going. He was only nineteen and had his whole future ahead of him. Why not go? He could still date Mary, right? Just give them more time to get to know each other.

He just should have never mentioned Joanna. That was just the wrong thing to do.

College in the fall. He should really concentrate on this.

The stand is open and mopey George Michael is behind the counter.

[OCD free.]

george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

There were noses in his hair. Little feet hopping around. This wasn't normal. What was wrong with this world? What planet was he on?

They were in the chocolate, swimming around and blowing chocolate bubbles. This is highly unsanitary. How could he sell snotty chocolate?

George Michael froze. A big fat nose started stomping on the counter with fellow noses. It was stomp the yard nose style.

Suddenly Eddie swooped down and gobbled one up. "Aaaaaaaaa!" George Michael fell back in a dead faint.

[No ocd!]

george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael was at work and humming low, I want your sex.

Who knows why.

The stand is open and Mr. Manager is still hiring.

[No OCD.]

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

The play is going well, though he's wondering if he might not call Amber in for some exercises or something. The role was hitting her hard, after all. That said, he's here to sell bananas or something.

If you're wondering, he's ignoring the jazz hams.

...he's crazy. He can do that.

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george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael was dipping a chocolate covered banana into French crème and it was wonderful. He devoted himself to this activity for the next little while. Sugared almonds might be good too.

Someone wanted one of these bananas, he was going to have to charge at least three bucks per banana. No. Four bucks. French crème was expensive.

NOW HIRING! GREAT BENEFITS! SEE MR. MANAGER!

There was no menu board today as George Michael was only selling French crème bananas. Deal.

[No ocd.]

george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

After seeing where they were now, George Michael decided to make a French chocolate frozen banana.

Funny how it seemed to look and taste just like it always did.

The banana stand is open.

NOW HIRING! GREAT BENEFITS! SEE MR. MANANGER!

( Menu Board )

george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

This was so odd. He was a... unicorned pony. Mary was a pony. This was all so odd. How did he serve bananas being a pony?

George Michael chuckled nervously. "Uh, nuts are free," he said, because trying to put nuts on bananas just might prove too much.

The stand is open for business.

[No ocd!]

george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael was closing the stand early today. Just cause. Just cause there were more important things to do.

But he was here for now (early afternoon) and that's what mattered.

He was still hiring too. The sign was still there. Attached to the menu board.

NOW HIRING. GREAT BENEFITS. SEE MR. MANAGER!

( Menu Board )

[No ocd!]

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

Someone's actually humming he's so pleased.

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george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

A new shipment of bananas came in and George Michael was sorting through them, setting back the few that didn't look so hot.

He was idly wondering when he was going to get married. Maybe the stars were against them. Okay, not really. That stars thing was just a random pop-in-the-head thing.

NOW HIRING. GREAT BENEFITS. SEE MR. MANAGER!

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george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael came into work an hour early. There was a slight thrill in secreting money away in the stand. One day he might tell Mary, but for now it's his biggest secret and he was keeping it all to himself. He wondered if his Pop Pop had felt the same way when he did it? Most likely.

He added a message to the menu board:

NOW HIRING. GREAT BENEFITS. SEE MR. MANAGER!

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george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

The stand was crawling with little tortoises. Everywhere. On the counter, behind the counter, on the top, on the sides, in the register, on the napkin dispenser. Everywhere.

George Michael stood dazed for only a minute longer before he decided to feed them peanuts.

Two minutes later he was taking aspirin.

( Menu Board )

NOW HIRING. GREAT BENEFITS. SEE MR. MANAGER FOR FURTHER INFORMATION. (George Michael hasitly scribbled this on the menu board.)

george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael hadn't seen Eddie since the island moved to Greece. He kind of missed the seagull. Kind of. And it's why he was just standing there. Staring out at the sky.

He believed in miracles.

The stand is open.

[OOC: omg, totally hectic last two days. So sorry for dropped threads. Please mod your service as my brain is now made of jello. No ocd.]

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

...Geoffrey was not in a good mood. He was in the kind of mood that made him throttle ~~business directors~~ swans and chain himself to buildings ~~and bake people into pies~~. He'd been painfully let down by someone who'd seemed to have such promise and now...

Ask for a banana at your own risk.

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george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael had every intention of working today. He showed up, opened the stand, and then just stood there.

He had to talk to Mary. He left things... awkward last night.

He put up a quick sign:

Mr. Manager will be back later. Come back then.

Yes, he gave no certain time. He was aware of that.

[Please to be modding your service today. George Michael is on a mission.]

george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael had listened to the radio last night and now he was slightly worried about Greek blokes. They were supposedly hot blooded, right? Like the Italians?

He was slightly nervous in demeanor as he readied the stand for business. It wasn't an unfamiliar feeling but one he could really do without.

"I'm just a banana guy, right?" he said to the nuts he was chopping. "I mean, a banana guy. Come on..."

George Michael decided he should take a trip home to visit his family.

... and he would tell Mary later.

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[No OCD.]

george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael was at work. Melting chocolate, chopping nuts, enjoying the beautiful blue sky.

If he thought it was strange that the island was now in Greece, he didn't comment on it or really think anything of it.

Greece was nice, right? Why complain.

[I'm feeling lucky. No ocd again. I'm sickly so pings will be slow so it might be best if you mod your service.]

george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael was missing the graduation ceremony so he decided to do what he could for the graduates, if any stopped by.

He wrote on the menu board:

NUTS ARE FREE. TODAY ONLY!

[Call me crazy. No ocd today. No menu board. Mod like crazy.]

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

Geoffrey is at the stand, once more completely ignoring his orders to wear the banana suit every other week and scribbling in his text. Rehearsal start next week and he has to have His Play by then.

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george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

Eddie has been missing since Monday. No...tail feather to be seen. George Michael thought this odd. Not that he would even dare to think that he missed that seagull. No way. Maybe a little. Where was he?

To preoccupy his meandering thoughts, George Michael bent behind the counter and hid more cash in the stand. Uh. Quite a little stash he was getting. Pop-Pop would be proud.

Wait. Was he getting married this weekend? Eloping?

Was that... this weekend?

Oh. Wow.

George Michael stood up and stared. He would have to call his dad. Monday.

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george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael was at work.

And that's all there is to say about that.

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george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

Last night had been nice, helping Mary tuck in the twins and help them get ready for bed. George Michael even enjoyed reading them a story and he realized last night how easy it was to become attached to little kids. Particularly his little kids that actually belonged to another him and that was just too boggling to try and dissect. So he didn't. He just appreciated the fact that they were here and his and Mary's.

Even saying, he did have to work today so here he was, at work and working.

( Menu Board )

george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael wasn't aware of the fact yet, but his world was about to be rocked today.

As it was now, he was melting chocolate and getting ready for a day at work.

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redintraining.livejournal.com

Sky opened the stand as usual, and was Suitless. His mind was on Prom tonight, and saying goodbye to Lt. Kerrigan yesterday, which had left him strangely sad. He guessed it was because it really drove home that his time at Fandom was drawing to a close soon- whether he was staying for the summer or not.

Squark, said Edwina. Eddie was nowhere to be found; Sky supposed he was probably raiding the Prom setup.

"I'm not going to miss you, if that's what you're thinking."

Squaaaaaawwwwk.

"Whatever."

( Menu~ )

Bluth's is open.

[Sorry for the lateness! SP is love, as I'm headed out. Sweet, sweet paydays.]

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

Geoffrey is at work, considering a couple of things. He'll have to call a meeting of his actors sometime this week in order to get things straightened out. He'd had his heart, his mind set on a performance but he could also...

Work with the actors. He hated calling it a 'workshop'. It sounded PC and office-like. Ugh. He got enough drudgery around here.

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george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

When George Michael got to work, he found Eddie on the counter. Eddie wasn't perched there either, he was laying down, on his back, legs sticking straight out. George Michael's first thought wasn't good but as he neared the seagull, got closer, he noticed that there was a distinct rise and fall of chest. Well. That was a relief. George Michael really didn't want to go to jail for death of a seagull by Lysol. But it was weird, right? A seagull sleeping like that?

He chuckled a little nervously and reached out to try and poke Eddie in the stomach, but, the bird snored, so George Michael drew his hand back. He was just too nice to wake him up and shoo him away.

Instead he muttered, "Stupid seagull," before he turned to get some nut chopping done.

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george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael was behind the counter but you couldn't see him unless you bent way over to look. He was sitting on the ground, staring at a side panel; a small, twelve inch square. Pop-Pop had done it; put money in the stand. He could do it. It would be like...saving for a rainy day.

Thus, on this day, putting money in the banana stand began.

Again.

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george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael was a little disgruntled when he came into work. He had been kicked back to his own room at the hotel. Of course Mary had strep throat so he understood, really. Just... it changed his whole schedule of doing things. Plus, he really hated sleeping alone now that he's gotten used to it.

He wasn't feeling that great either. Kind of on the tired side. No, he didn't think he was getting sick. Just tired.

Eddie knew well enough to leave him alone after the stupid seagull tried pecking his head. George Michael grabbed the can of Lysol and went to town. Eddie would probably be gone taking a two day bath in the ocean which suited George Michael just fine. Bird could use a little disinfectant.

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redintraining.livejournal.com

Sky had foregone wearing The Suit to work today. He really was not in the mood to, and he was sure Mr. Manager wouldn't mind if he stopped by.

Squawk? Eddie questioned when Sky opened the stand.

"Yes, it's me, and no, you're still not getting free bananas, bird."

Squaaaaawk.

"Don't you have anybody else to bother? Isn't Edwina even around? Do seagulls really have nothing better to do than hang around banana stands and harass people?!"

SCREEEEEE.

"Same to you."

( Menu~ )

Bluth's is open.

[You know the drill- SP due to the working thang. Modding your service may be the way to go, as I'm going out for the evening after work and may not have time to ping unless you want to wait til 8 PM Eastern or later.]

george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

He was eloping. Mary. Him. Eloping.

George Michael wondered if he should tell his dad.

Yeah, right. Nervous chuckle. He would tell him after the fact was done.

Maybe he would tell him after the first kid was born.

Kids?

Nervous chuckle.

Wow. Married. Kids. A wife who wanted to keep her own name.

Bluth was a good name. A good, strong, family business sounding name.

George Michael wondered how Mary would feel about moving to California. Eventually he would take over the business, Start a new business. Just have a busniness that didn't deal with bananas. Uhg.

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george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael was in a great mood.

Thus bananas were half off today.

It will never happen again so take advantage of it.

The banana stand in open.

[Please mod your service. I'm going out for dinner after taking care of my sickly grandma all day. Thank you.]

george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael was at work. His shirt was rumpled, his hair was mussed; Eddie pecked his head and he didn't even notice.

There was no menu board but there was a Mr. Manager behind the counter.

Today he would probably give away free bananas. Just because.

Bluth's banana stand is open.

[No ocd cause I'm lazy. Mod all you want or try to talk to George.]

redintraining.livejournal.com

It was a normal Friday at the banana stand. With a man in a banana suit, distractedly polishing the counter and conversing with a seagull.

Perfectly ordinary.

Squaaaaaaaaark, Eddie told Sky.

"Would you stop staring at me like that? I'm serious. You should have figured out by now that I'm not food. And that I will not feed you, or your girlfriend."

Screeeeee, Eddie replied.

"Don't make me use the slingshot. I'm not afraid to, you know. Because Mr. Manager will kill me if you steal nuts. Go on, there are plenty of Dumpsters for you to scrounge from around town."

Squawk, squawk. Eddie finally beat a hasty retreat when Sky brandished said slingshot at him- only to be replaced by Edwina a moment later. Sky sighed, rubbing his eyes. It was going to be a long day.

( Menu~ )

Bluth's is open.

[~~You know the drill- SP until 5 PM Eastern, mod your service if you can't wait.~~ Nevermind, I'm staying home from work again. Plague. Bouts of SP are still possible.]

Current Mood: irritated

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

Geoffrey, as per usual on Thursdays, opened the banana stand.

And then proceeded to do as little with bananas as possible.

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george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

The banana stand is open with a Mr. Manager behind the counter, ready to serve you.

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george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael had brought a toaster to work. Since he and Mary recieved more than one (actually more than two), he thought he would just bring one with him, tinker with it, see what he could use it for. Maybe he could roast nuts somehow. Huh.

Eddie was flying overhead, being his usual sneaky, beady-eyed self. Sometimes George Michael wondered what the bird thought. Did he hate all of mankind? Did he enjoy snatching banana's from the hands of kids? Did he think Edwina was hot?

Who knew?

But the thought would preoccupy George Michael for awhile while he tinkered with his toaster.

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redintraining.livejournal.com

Eddie was perched on the counter when Sky arrived at the stand in the morning, seemingly waiting for him to arrive. He looked hungry, to Sky's displeasure.

"...I can't believe I thought you were even remotely cute when I was a little kid, bird," Sky said to him conversationally. "If I feed you, will you leave me alone today?"

Squark, Eddie replied.

Sky was going to retort, when he realized that he was about to be holding a conversation with a seagull and decided to go about his usual business instead, settling behind the counter to read when everything was ready. He couldn't stop thinking about Troy's visit last night, and despite himself was wondering what Troy was going to come up with for a birthday party.

( Menu~ )

Bluth's is open.

[Doing the SP thang til 5 PMish EST or later due to the working thang. Please mod your service if you can't wait.]

Current Mood: relaxed

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

Geoffrey wasn't working on banana-y things in the least.

Geoffrey was working on his play script, slicing and dicing things (in the figuritive sense) for more individual work, just in case.

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george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

Mary was... well she was bloated and emotional and kind of like a nervous wreck. George Michael was nervous cause she was nervous and he was also a little upset. He didn't get any loving last night. Probably not for a whole week to come. Oh well, at least he would probably eat really good. Mary liked to bake when it was that time of month. There were pros and cons to this he was thinking.

Still, he was kind of glad he was at work today. He'd hate to see her cry over chocolate chips or something.

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george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael was at work and working, chopping nuts actually as he listened to the weather report on his portable stereo player. Why the weather? Who knows. Maybe he would get off early today. Maybe he was hoping Eddie would get struck by lightning. There was just no telling.

The banana stand is open.

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george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

George Michael usually didn't open the stand on Sunday but after ~~handwavily~~ noticing more kids in the area, he thought opening the stand might be a good thing.

It's just... he wasn't exactly sure how to deal with kids. Couldn't be hard, right? Chuckling nervously, he started getting everything ready, ignoring Eddie who was a squawking mess. Apparently George Michael threw off his week by opening today. Guess Eddie would have to deal.

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[OOC: Weetinies can pester at will!]

redintraining.livejournal.com

Eddie and Edwina seemed happy to see Sky when he opened the stand, making him look at them suspiciously. They were models of good behavior today, meaning they perched on their usual bench and chattered at him instead of trying to beg bananas, poop on the suit, or generally be their usual nuisance selves.

"I hope you're not getting ready to swarm me, birds, because you'll regret it if you do," said Sky, grabbing the broom and pointing it at them threateningly.

SQUARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK, Eddie replied.

Sky shrugged. "Whatever you say, bird." He settled in to clean the equipment before firing it up for the day. He'd brought along his radio, plugged it in, and was listening at a soft volume, subconsciously humming along with the song.

Unfortunately, he didn't realize it was "I Touch Myself".

( Menu~ )

Bluth's is open!

[SP until around 5 PM EST. Darn needing to work for a living.]

suit-of-sables.livejournal.com

Geoffrey is smiling.

...be afraid, Fandom. Be very very afraid.

Eddie is.

( Menu Board )

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Jonathan Coulton - Code Monkey

george-m-bluth.livejournal.com

Eddie perched himself on the napkin dispenser right after George Michael opened the stand today.

Those poor unfortunate souls that needed a napkin with their banana, might not get one. The longer George Michael stared at Eddie, the fiercer the seagull looked. "Fine. Just don't blame me if anyone comes by with a BB gun and pops you in the a-- OW!" George Michael drew his hand in towards his chest, looking offended. "I can't believe you did that. I've given you so many banana's and you're going to peck me?"

Suddenly George Michael cocked his head, looked hard at Eddie. "Why does your stomach look all bloated and fat?"

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