(Not) Rehearsing.

[raven]

So, in the end, I did manage to get myself out of the house and off to Yusra's. It's a beautiful day, gorgeous in fact, about ten degrees above average, and therefore by the time I got out, at about half eleven, the attack of the day trippers had already begun. They're heading up towards the reserve in their hordes. Anyway. I almost missed the train, but I did catch it, and had wandered off Hall Road station before I realised I wasn't quite sure which way to go. I managed to get along by following anything that looked familiar, and I even remembered Yusra's house number, but I had to check it with Becca. It took a while before she answered her phone, and she later told me it was because she was still in French conversation. I knew she had an hour of it this morning in school with Mme Mistry, but apparently she kept her there long after her time because Kara didn't show up for her slot, which came right afterwards. According to Becca, her phone just started ringing in the middle of it, which was a good thing because it reminded Mme Mistry Becca might have places to go.

By that time, Yusra had let me in, and Becca rang to say she was hurrying through Coronation Park on the way to Hall Road. It was nice, sitting in Yusra's room, because it was bathed in sunshine, and by the time Becca got there we were talking too much to actually do any rehearsing. I think I could have predicted it ahead of time, but we got precious little done. What we did do was type up the script. Slowly, line by line, the conversation running smoothly, only occasionally interrupted by actual work. I was the typist, so listening to the crazy dictation of the other two kept me amused.

We had lunch while we were at it. Yusra is one of those odd people who actually likes cooking, and what worries me is the fact I always see plates of food, think, the three of us will never eat all that, and within ten minutes that's exactly what we have done. In the background Becca and Yusra were showing me the dance they were doing in their dance class yesterday. I didn't even bother trying. I have no coordination whatsoever. Oddly, Bev didn't turn up for the dance class yesterday, without a word to anyone. I saw her in town on Saturday, and then she said she was going. Anyway. Another Bev-related mystery.

I finally left at about a quarter to four, and Becca came with me, having hugged Yusra, which I could not do. We walked back down to the station, in the bright sunlight, which I really loved. I like sunlight, it's just the tiredness it induces that I don't like. It was tiring even walking to the station. When we got there, Becca and I discovered that for the first time ever, we were going in different directions and had to go on opposite platforms. She was only going one stop, and her train came first, so I rather think she reached home before my train even came. When it did, I got on it while in a dream. Walking home was even more of a dreamworld - I do remember some scally going through the "EEEEEH! What you lookin' at?" routine with me, and I was startled, because I wasn't wearing anything particularly offensive to the breed. Baggies and black strappy top thingit, and dogtags and more bracelets than are good for me, but still. I was in such a dream, and feeling so comfortable, safe-in-own-skin, that I might have drifted past without saying anything; as it was I only said, "Fuck you, darling," in as sweet a tone as was possible. The scally may not have even heard. I don't care. She was probably part of the attack of the day trippers and won't be back here until August.

[One more thing - I saved our drama script on Yusra's computer, and judging from the other filenames I saw, I think she writes Blazin' Squad fanfic. I wish I were kidding, but I'm not. No wonder she was so confused when I gave my talk on fanfic a few weeks ago... my type of fanfic is so very different!
And no, I don't think it's slash. It can't be. It's probably Mary-Sue het, but I'm truly intrigiued and will have to think of some way of broaching the subject.]

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[just-the-ash.livejournal.com]

[US] What's a scally? [/US]

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[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Scallies are an odd subsection of the species Homo sapiens, characterised by their inability to wear anything except tracksuits and velour, in various nauseating colours. Other distinguishing features include the proliferation of cheap 'n' tacky gold jewellery and the over-application of orange foundation. They can be seen all over the Liverpool area, though it is unusual for them to spread further than this. A common scally call you can listen out for is, "EEEEEEEH!" delivered in an almost nasal fashion, closely followed by "What you lookin' at, you fookin' fook?" They may be difficult to understand at times; a dictionary of Scouse is always helpful, although you should bear in mind that Scouse properly spoken can be charming, but is invariably massacred by being rendered through the lips of a scally.
The common-and-garden scally generally bears great fear and distrust of non-scallies, such as the alternative community - "EEEH, ya GOFF!" - and particularly those who prefer black eyeliner to orange foundation. Those who speak standard English are also hated by the scallies, as are those whose skin is not white or orange, and those who play for the other team.

For more information, stand in Liverpool city centre any day of the year.

[dixsept.livejournal.com]

I was sort of confused too, but in my mind I interpreted that as "crazed street woman." Well, now I know otherwise. Hee hee.