#+ pockets cuz the more the merrier

[eggsrblue]

very very rough sketch of a design I plan on fleshing out :3

It's Leo Escobar but in fallout,,,

[unhinged-motogp-confessions]

I have a genuine question for anon and I'm not bring condescending b3cause I genuinely want people to feel more at home in this fandom cuz. Well. The more the merrier. But have you interacted with smaller, less visible motogp accs aswell as the big ones? I only say this hevause I haven't seen my friends get someone new in their askbox lately, I personally as a smaller motogpblr / f1blr acc haven't got a single off anon ask I haven't answered in about 5 months. I have no dms from people reaching out. Generally I'd see someone new coming up on the tl and go check them out because I like networking like that but I haven't seen any new faces in my smaller little friendgroup pocket in a while ? I'm genuinely not trying 2 b rude 2 anon or anything but it is just something I see alot of ppl doing . Bigger accs are more visible so they get a lot of asks they may not want 2 post or interact with, which inguess is sad but also completely understandable imo. Meanwhile I have a barren and empty wasteland for an inbox saur

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[sceptilemasterr]

ES Act 2, Scene 9 - Bar Crawl

Title: Endless Summer: The (un)Official Screenplay

Main Pairings: Estela x Ian (M!MC), Jake x Alyssa (F!MC)

Other Pairings: Craig x Zahra, Grace x Aleister, Michelle x Sean, Diego x Varyyn

Genre: Full Rewrite

Rating: PG-13 for swearing, violence, alcohol, and sexuality

Summary: Raj gets a bright idea to bring everyone together in the wake of the sabotage incident.

Previous Scene: Rivalry

Masterlist: Link

Note: Some quotes are just too perfect to change... ;)

EXT. THE CELESTIAL - ROOFTOP - DAY

Alyssa emerges onto the roof to find Raj, Quinn, Zahra, and Ian already there. The atmosphere is surprisingly relaxed. Diego’s eyes light up when he spots Raj.

DIEGO: Look who’s here!

RAJ: Nice! Hey, Alyssa!

Alyssa crosses her arms.

ALYSSA: Okay, what’s this all about?

IAN: If you’re “here to talk to us about the Avengers Initiative,” I am so in.

Everyone laughs.

RAJ: As cool as that would be, no. Let’s be honest: if this whole Civil War thing keeps up, we’re never gonna get off the island. We gotta bring everyone together. We need a feast.

The others stare at him blankly.

ZAHRA: Hold up. Did you just say “a feast?”

RAJ: Yep! It’s this thing my grandma used to say: “Words make war, but pies make peace.”

ALYSSA: That... is literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.

DIEGO: Alyssa!

IAN: Come on, it’s genius. It’s just like that Snickers commercial! “You’re not you when you’re hungry!”

RAJ: See? Ian gets it!

Raj and Ian high five. Alyssa shrugs.

ALYSSA: I mean, I guess it can’t hurt. Worst case scenario, at least we get to eat. So what’s the plan?

QUINN: Diego and I are gonna help Raj with the cooking!

ZAHRA: The hell am I supposed to do? I suck at cooking. Trust me.

RAJ: Nah, I’ve got a special job for you!

ZAHRA: --And I’m out. I hate jobs.

DIEGO: I think you’ll like this one. It involves alcohol...

Zahra hesitates near the stairwell.

ZAHRA: Okay, I’m listening.

RAJ: The most important part of any feast is booze! And not just the average stuff. I need somebody who knows quality when she sees it.

ZAHRA: Hell yeah, now you’re speaking my language! I’m your girl. Anybody else in?

ALYSSA: Bar crawl? Let’s do this!

She looks at Ian expectantly. He sighs.

IAN (shrugging): Sure. Somebody’s gotta be the responsible one.

ALYSSA: You do that. I just want to be a taste tester.

Zahra and Alyssa bump fists.

RAJ: Alright then, we’ve got our plans! Zahra, I trust you know the kinda stuff we’ll need. Operation Epic Feast is a go!

As the group turns to head back down the stairs, the sound of pounding footsteps makes them pause. Craig emerges, a massive grin on his face.

CRAIG: Heard somethin’ about a bar crawl? ‘Sup, Raj?

RAJ: Craig!

ZAHRA: Ugh. Please go away.

ALYSSA: You in, Craig?

CRAIG: Hells yeah!

ZAHRA: No, he’s not.

IAN: Wait, what’s the problem? The more the merrier, right?

Craig and Zahra look at each other awkwardly. Zahra sighs.

ZAHRA: ...No problem. Fine. Let’s just go.

[MONTAGE]

The four of them enter the ballroom, scooping up some expensive champagne and everyone except Ian tasting a bit. Then they head up to a bar in the fifth floor lounge, mixing up a few drinks in the process; even Ian joins in this time. He smiles and toasts with the others.

IAN: You know, ‘Lyss, I’m not always an “obnoxious tight-ass.”

ALYSSA (smiling): Guess you can be pretty cool. Once in a while.

CRAIG: Let’s drink to that!

They continue on to the pool bar and the minibar behind the front desk, getting progressively tipsier each time, before finally stopping in front of a room marked “V.I.P. Lounge.”

[END MONTAGE]

CRAIG: Let’s. Break. Down. This. Door!

Craig rams his whole body against the door, but to no effect.

CRAIG: Hey, why won’t it let me in? This door’s... a dick.

ZAHRA: Cuz you’re not a V.I.P., dumbass. Unless that stands for... Vomiting... Idiot... Poo-head.

Alyssa and Ian double over in laughter.

CRAIG (sarcastically): Wow. Sick burn, Z. Really got me with that one.

Zahra kneels down by the keypad and examines it.

ZAHRA: Pfft. What kinda amateur shit is this? Watch and learn, y’all!

IAN: Uh, are you... you sure this is the best-great-best idea? You’re kinda drunk...

ALYSSA (giggling): So are you! Oh my god, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk!

IAN: You have too! Remember that one time when... at Hartfeld last year... our 21st?

Alyssa breaks down into a fit of giggles.

ALYSSA: Yes! How the hell could I forget?! Back when you were still fun... dork-face.

IAN (laughing): I’m still fun, you, uh... double dork-face.

Craig walks up behind the twins and wraps an arm around each of them.

CRAIG: Y’all, you two dudes are pretty cool.

Zahra taps various wires together while muttering to herself. Finally, the door opens.

ZAHRA: Hell yeah, slap my ass and call me Snape, because I just worked some magic!

Everyone stares at her blankly.

ZAHRA: ...Tell anyone I said that, and you’re dead.

The four of them walk into the V.I.P. lounge. Dazzling lights sparkle in the ceiling, and a beautiful water fountain bubbles in the center of the room. At the far end sits a bar. ‘90s hip-hop blasts from the speakers.

CRAIG: Oh whaaaaat? This place is lit! Why are we not tearing it down every night?

ZAHRA: Because I can think of a million better ways to spend my time than watching your sweaty ass.

CRAIG: Pfft. You’re just jealous of my moves.

Craig does a little dance. It is not impressive.

ZAHRA (slurring): Alright! I got this!

Zahra steps unsteadily toward the bar and flops down onto a couch. Alyssa stumbles into a seat beside her.

IAN: ...And I’m stuck being the responsible one. Totally called it.

He walks unsteadily over to the bar and starts searching through the bottles.

IAN: Hey, Zahra? Or anybody? Is this a good one to grab?

He holds up a bottle of Macallan. Zahra whistles.

ZAHRA: Damn. Hell yeah!

ALYSSA: My brother... is a goddamn genius...

IAN: Can I get that in, like, writing?

Craig pulls out a cheese tray from somewhere, raising it over his head and singing the ���Item Get” tune from Zelda off-key.

CRAIG (singing): Craig found a cheese tray!

IAN: Wait, Craig, that cheese might be old, you should probably-

Craig wolfs the cheese into his mouth. Ian facepalms.

IAN: ...Never mind.

ZAHRA: Don’t bother. Craig’s a human garbage disposal. One time freshman year, he ate a chocolate bar he found in a hot tub...

ALYSSA: Wait, are you serious? You gotta tell me more!

ZAHRA: Okay, so, this dude told him...

As the two girls talk, Ian looks for more bottles of Macallan when he notices a half-drunk glass of whiskey sitting at the bar.

IAN: Huh. That’s weird.

CRAIG: What’s weird, bro? That that whiskey ain’t been drunk yet? Cuz that’s a real problem--

IAN: No, wait. Hang on.

As Craig picks up the glass and downs the rest of the whiskey, Ian examines the piece of paper that the glass had been sitting on. On the paper, with impeccable penmanship, is written the words “Satellite Uplink Activation Code” and a series of random numbers. Ian pockets the paper for later, then walks over to where Alyssa and Zahra lay sprawled out on the couch, asleep.

IAN: ‘Lyss. Hey. Wake up.

ALYSSA (groggily): Wha? Huh? Wasn’t me! Ian did it!

IAN: Come on, sis. Let’s get you to your own bed; there’s a feast tonight...

ALYSSA: Blehhhhh...

Ian manages to haul Alyssa to her feet as Craig does the same for Zahra. Together, the four of them hobble off, stumbling and giggling.

Next Scene: United They Stand

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