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Chapter 6: Excesscore

Gilda meets Wendy, April and Margo at one of the mall's stores. #ProjectIndy

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The Phoenix of Grunvale

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April: "Naes'nse! Kalehmata b'lon's oan olives, nae cheeks, nae pahred wit' bronze! Ye need pro'er blush. So'one o' yer fur taene, coral'd look best oan ye." Margo: *coughing from the hairspray* Gilda: "You're coughing from the hairspray now, Margo, but trust me! The volume on those ginger locks of yours, you'll look like Bonnie Raitt! Minus the... streak of white." Wendy: "While Margo is still the focus of the conversation." *to Margo* "I think you owe Gilda anything she wants. This was, *your* mess. Your mess she took time out of *her* day to deal with!" Gilda: *takes off the hoops when she sees ones like she described* "Well, first things first. I'd like those magenta hoop earrings. They'll compliment the greens."

Wendy: "If you won't take the silver hoops, can I --" Gilda: *puts them on Wendy* "Sì, sì, avranno un aspetto migliore con la pelle nera del denim ciano!" April: "An' daene!" Margo: *pats newly-permed hair* "Oh, heh, my hair *does* look cool! Got real bounce to it and... wait, what was that Gilda just said? I don't speak Horspanish." Gilda: "That was Itacavallian, actually. I'm Tarantina. Speaking of which, *seconda*, I'd like for all of us to have some genuine Itacavallian pizza. Any-yo's familiar with Ennio's?" *the Tetrad look confused* Margo: "Any... yo's?"

*in front of Ennio's, a restaurant with a worn-down sign illuminated by floodlights* Gilda: "*Ennio's*, Margo. Best pizza, best Itacavallian cuisine in Albaneigh county! And quite cultured, too. They always play Pavarotti's 'Nessun dorma' at 6PM on Friday's." April: "Well, t'is 'splens ye goin' silent fer th' pahst t'irteh-fahve minutes." Gilda: "That reminds me, thanks for doing my hair and makeup, April." Margo: "Gil, are those... gloves and mary janes? Do you... *willingly* wear those things?" Gilda: *in a square panel* "Why, of course I do, Margo! I'm the shape of this panel and proud of it!"

#OTOGCOMIC: "Excesscore" (Chapter 6, p9-11)

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April: "Ye're k'saustin' t'be roond sometimes, y'knoo 'at, Mahgo?" Margo: "Oh, so it's *my* fault a bunch of fundies get in such an uproar over a little grape juice?" April: "Nae, bu'is yer foolt fer ge'in' 'em affah oor 'eads! Noo find yerself ano'er glasses, ye goon! Them square frames'll gitche foond oot!" Margo: *takes off glasses and blows a raspberry at April. She quickly finds...* "Oh hey, it's them Cruise sunglasses! Imma snag!" *puts them on* Wendy: "Margo, April, this is Gilda Grime. Sister of that Terence you hear me complain about." Gilda: "Ciao!" Wendy: "You owe her thanks for distracting the X-Angels."

Gilda: "'Crooked teeth and flaming hair'. Obviously you're Margo." Margo: "They ain't crooked, they're dental Stonehenge!" *looks at Gilda's earrings* April: "Streend lass, i'n' she? Knoon 'er since kindeh, Mahgo loves bein' a trooblemekah. She go' 'erself kicked ootah co'il'yn class 'is summah fer dro'in' a spidah doon the teachah's cleavage. Ah've a bro'er, 'ey sawr it ha'un, seh'twas 'lahrious watchin' 'er squahm like a wahm. Wish I couldah sehn it mehself." Gilda: "Holy Scot, you're a shit!" *gasps at her gaffe* April: "'s 'keh, Gilda, ah knoo'at we meant. B'sides, bettah t'byah shit than a Toreh or Repu'ican."

Margo: *walks over from a checkout counter after buying earrings and the sunglasses* "I did not drop a spider down Mrs. Flint's melons! It was a harvester. They're more like scorpions. And I didn't do it, Buffett did. On my command. Nobody tells me the Seagull Shuffle isn't a real dance! Or else they answer to Buffett! Let my armies be the rocks and the trees and the birds in the sky." Wendy: "Ah yes, the classic Charlamagne quote. That he never said." Gilda: "What the f*** is the Seagull Shuffle?" Margo: "Strut, step! Strut, step! Peck the ground! Flap your arms and airward bound! *punches out a ceiling tile*

*Wendy covers Gilda's nose from the falling debris from the ceiling* [redneck blattid]: "'ey you! Stay off my property! I could shoot you!" Margo: "Shoot me? What gun do *you* have?" April: "*I've* go' a gun called a Foozeh, an' is go'n' up yer ass if ye doon' ploop't oan th' beench!" *April starts styling Margo's hair* Margo: "Hmph!" Gilda: "Haha, footsie, Uzi. Bad pun, but I'll take it." April: "Ye're nae 'in the cleah yerself, Gilda. Ye could use mascara oan them lashes o'yahs, an' --" *notices Gilda's cheeks* "Aw god, please tell me ye donnae pinch yer cheeks 'ns'eedah usin' blush!" Gilda: "Uh, it's... bronzo livido? Import blush."

#OTOGCOMIC: "Excesscore" (Chapter 6, p5-8)

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Gilda: "Hm. You know, I don't know if these earrings are a good fit for this outfit. Should've gone with chunkier and more colorful hoops. Than thin and silver. I've still got five bucks on my gift card and twenty in my wallet, that should find me a pair. What do you think, Cameron?" Wendy: *blushing* "Uh, if you don't mind me saying, I think the hoops look cute on you." Gilda: "Well, thank youuuuu... uh, you!" Wendy: "Wendy. I just wanted to thank you for getting Zephyr off our backs. That was cool. Also, how'd you make it 'rain blood'? Some magic trick?" Gilda: "You *could* call it a magic trick. You could also call it, using my own blood, straight from il grande naso nero!"

Wendy: *shocked* "YOUR OWN BLOOD?! WHAT?! Why would you use that?!" Gilda: "I've got a sensitive nose, prone to bleeding. Doctors say I have an excess of cartilage supported by too little membrane. The excess cartilage's also why my nose is so big. I get compared a lot to Jimmy Durante, being big-nosed and Itacavallian. As for why I used my blood... normally, I wouldn't. But you know how Jesus-peddlers like Zephyr piss themselves about witches, and their ideas of what they do with blood. So why not troll them with some pioggia insanguinata, con sangue vero?" Wendy: *looks disturbed before realizing who Gilda is* "Wait, hold on. Do you have a brother named Terence?" Gilda: "Um, yes! How did you know?" Wendy: "He and my sisters like to make fun of your nosebleeds." Gilda: "Roz and Maddie Wyler, you mean? They're your sisters?" Wendy: "Unfortunately."

Wendy: *over image of abandoned mattress store* "Luckily, they'll not be living with me for much longer. They recently bought an empty space in an old strip mall in Hatcherville on the cheap, and they're turning it into their own living space. It's quite the roach-nest. Used to be a mattress store." Gilda: "Oh, yeah. I know the place. Marty's Mattress Mart." *over images of a ranine who bears strong resemblance to Mike Lindell* "I never liked that Martin Randall guy. Always smiling like a psycho in his ads, and always seems to love his products too much. Not to mention being a rabid conspiracy nut." *back in Core* "Terence has been talking about moving into that place, too, and splitting rent. Figures. Only idioti creduloni such as them would take up the offer to --" [anisopteran employee]: "Free sample!" *sprays Gilda with perfume* Gilda: "Hey now, you're supposed to ask first! What if I don't like the smell?" Wendy: "Well, they're getting what they're paying for. As I said, roach-nest. And of course Marty Randall."

Wendy: "Wait, split rent? What job does he have?" Gilda: *sniffs perfume* "Oh hey, lemon. Never mind, I like this." *to Wendy* "Wait, what was the question again? Oh, uh, none yet. But he has an interview at a florist tomorrow, Vair-dee-er's." Wendy: "Verdier's." Gilda: "Yeah, them." *over Robert Mapplethorpe-style image of rose* "And I'll give credit where it's due, he's surprisingly good with flowers. Three years ago, he won second prize with an 'avant-garde' he submitted to a 'single hybrid tea' category at a rose competition at Albaneigh." *back to Core* "He was also on the Les Clark flamingoes basketball team with Mr. Verdier's son. So there's also nepotism going for him. Never mind our dumbass siblings, though. Can I just say how much I love the Excesscore section here? I got this whole outfit there!" Wendy: "I noticed. So did I with my outfit! Aside from the boots. Rebelcore. Speaking of which, I've notices Excesscore has a bit of a 1980s theming. Why the name? There some connection?" Gilda: "Oh yeah, that's the nickname for the decade. You know how the 1920s are the Roaring Twenties and the 1950s are the Nifty Fifties? The aesthetics of the latter here even being called 'Niftycore'? Well the 1980s are the Excessive Eighties, so named for how big everything was. Big hair, big synths, big gadgets... what a big f***-up we made electing Reagan. And if you don't mind, you look excess-ively cool in the aesthetic! Heheh." *Gilda winks as Wendy blushes*

#OTOGCOMIC: "Excesscore" (Chapter 6, p1-4)

Gilda meets Wendy, April and Margo at one of the mall's stores.

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