#carcar theatre au

[wisteriagoesvroom]

carcar 39 for the prompt thing hehe

prompt 39 is “dressing room” and you wanted carcar and i cannot sit on a snippet in silence apparently. so here’s a few sentences of something that may expand slightly…

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Oscar stands at the main cast dressing room. Headset with the mic piece turned upwards and a clipboard in his hand.

Carlos’s posture is loose and sure in the mirror. He really was an actor in every sense of the word, capable of switching the temperature of a room up or down depending on his desire to, or in search of a particular payoff. Lando had that quality too. And if the social media chatter was anything to go by, this was one of the most-hyped productions of Twelfth Night that London had seen in a while. (Not to mention the most potentially profitable.)

Didn’t make Sainz Junior any easier to work with, though.

“Carlos. Can I have a word?”

A few “oohs” and jeers roll forth from the cast.

Carlos barely spares Oscar a glance in the mirror before he turns back to his conversation with Lando.

“20 minutes. We know, cabrón. No need to worry.”

“It’s not that.”

“Is it so important it cannot wait until after critics night?”

“I need you to comply with what I’m about to tell you because it’s critics night.”

Carlos’s face is thunderous in the mirror. To his credit, the look dissipates as quickly as it came.

Because Carlos after all, was a performer. First and foremost.

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from this prompt list

[wisteriagoesvroom]

and i do mean airplanes not jets like west side story yt people. although the idea of f1 grid trying to do fosse is honestly very funny 2 me personally

these pre-race jets are gonna drive me nuts what are they doing

[wisteriagoesvroom]

all of us, merely players

🟠 a carcar oneshot (with background implied landoscarcar, if you squint) ✏️ 2.2k words 🎭 theatre au 🍳rated T for the inherenT homoeroTicism of a workplace Throuple that oscar is trying to deny 🔗 read on ao3

snippet:

Oscar only remembers where Carlos’s hands go, the way they trail on Lando’s waist, for the purposes of stage blocking. Out of pure professional obligation. He is not starstruck by either actor or the way they recite their lines. He does not care that Lando sometimes makes calf eyes at Carlos out of sheer exhilaration from being around the Spanish nepo son. He is not jealous of the strange costar bond that they share. Or the communication they seem to exchange in silence, the rapport they’ve built where there was subtext in a single look. An unsaid cigarette break? in a single gesture, and the two of them would wander off to talk about god knows what gossip and vape flavour of the month. Oscar doesn’t need that distraction. Besides, there wasn’t production budget to hire a cast therapist for Oscar’s particular affliction anyway.

thank you @maaxverstappen for prompting this literally weeks ago, and @jusst-you-race for the once-over!

[wisteriagoesvroom]

(theatre kid anon)

ur so real i was JUST talking to someone about writing more and then i was like BUT. i also have to do five carbon fiber layups before the end of summer

take ya time

for some reason i just pictured you hooping. but in space

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(and also thank you for being courteous about how long the carcar theatre au ch2 is probably gonna take... life is just... like that sometimes 😭)