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Tissue paper flowers lay crumpled amongst great drifts of glitter that lined the sidewalks along both sides of Front Street. The heavy rain combined with the sheer quantity of fine plastic grit had caused the gutters and run-offs to clog and overflow and the main route through Eerie was outlined in a shining sluggishly-flowing river in a sparkling rainbow of colour.

Marshall Teller grimaced as he knelt beside the shimmering stream, a small screw-top jam jar half-submerged in the glutinous flow. In addition to the usual stagnant-water smell of the gutter, the fake-floral perfume of the confetti was a cloying presence at the back of his throat.

“I don’t get it,” said Simon. “I’ve been keeping watch on all the fairy rings around town, and none of them are big enough to serve as a landing stage for a fae invasion.”

Marshall twisted to look up at him, seizing the opportunity to face away from the sickly-smelling slime at his feet.

“Maybe Miss Eerie...?” he said, his voice strangled as he fought not to take in air.

Simon shook his head.

“Not scheduled to rise again until Lughnasadh,” he said. “And her Court has been really careful about leaving regular tiara tributes at her shrine after the last time.”

A hollow rumbling sound, hard plastic wheels rattling over asphalt and the empty boom of something large and cavernous and lacking in ballast on the move, brought both boys to their feet. Beyond the rise of the road, something was happening.

Marshall capped the jelly jar of faintly luminous sludge, screwing the lid down tightly, and sealed it in a pink-tinged evidence bag with the looping ForeverWare symbol embossed on the front. He tucked it safely into his backpack between a baseball bat coated in sacred silver (for fending off ghosts with anger issues and difficulty respecting the personal space of the living) and his packed lunch.

“Let’s go,” he said, setting off up the hill, Simon trailing in his wake.

At the crest of Front Street’s gentle upwards rise, he stopped. His heart stuttered and his palms were abruptly damp and clammy with sweat. A great white garbage truck stood idling in the middle of the road, flanked by blank-faced men in coveralls and mirrored sunglasses. All around them lay wheelie bins, bright with poster paint and floral wreaths and, yes, pounds and pounds of glitter.

And beside them stood the people of Eerie, in numbered vests with reflective safety patches, chatting and laughing. Some of them had already climbed inside the trash cans, and lay looking up at the sky as their companions levered the now-occupied trash can back into a standing position.

As the boys watched, a figure in a suit whose expensive tailoring was visible even at this distance climbed to the roof of the garbage truck’s cab and addressed the gathered crowd through a megaphone painted the bright bold crimson of arterial spray.

“Good people of Eerie,” proclaimed the Mayor, his artificially amplified voice booming out across the packed pavements and bouncing off the shuttered shop fronts lining the road. “Thank you for turning out in such numbers to support our annual Wheelie Bin Race and Charity Pickup.”

The assembled townspeople cheered wildly, several of them waving homemade banners declaring their support for one team or another. The Mayor waited ‘til the hubbub subsided before continuing.

“Thank you especially to the participants who have generously agreed to donate much-needed resources to help out the sanitation engineers who work so hard to make our town everything you see before you.” His wide gesture encompassed the truck, the garbage men, the upturned bins. “Your sense of civic pride, of patriotic duty, of the necessity of personal sacrifice for the greater good; none of these things will be forgotten.”

Marshall was too far away to catch individual expressions, but he caught the quick flashes of movement as some of the people in the day-glo vests exchanged glances with each other.

“And now, without further ado,” said Chisel, raising a flare gun above his head. “Ladies! Gentlemen! Start your engines!”

The garbage truck rumbled to life, it’s huge wheels inching slowly forward. The bibbed participants rushed to their assigned wheelie bins, hauling them upright and shoving or dragging them along in front of the great white compactor. Marshall and Simon stood on the crest of the hill, watching as the whole fleet began moving towards them.

Behind the wheel of the truck, one of the garbage men removed his sunglasses. The blank hollow of his eyes locked onto Marshall, and his smooth inhuman face peeled back in a rictus-like grin.

“Run,” said Marshall.





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The Glade by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon and Mars visit a place that only exists on February 29th

Egg Hunt by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon and Mars partake of some traditional Easter activities

Boardwalk by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon and Mars are swayed by radio advertising

Lady in Red by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon experiments on the old-fashioned radio in the Secret Spot, and horror ensues

Waiting In by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which there is an ice-storm and a handyman does not arrive

Seafoam by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon and Marshall go to the seaside

A Night at the Circus by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which a carnivale comes to town, and Marshall and Simon do not enjoy themselves

Taking a Break by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon and Marshall enjoy some much-needed R&R

Model Railway by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which a new business prepares to open in Eerie

Shoreline by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon and Marshall investigate strange happenings on the shores of Lake Eerie

Parade by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Mars takes issue with the Eerie Beekeepers Association's choice of mascot

Homestead by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Marshall finally gets something useful out of shop class

Hound by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon makes a friend

Errands by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon has a to-do list

Slyboots by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which a certain corporal of the infernal regions comes to Eerie. Crossover with Johannes Cabal the Necromancer.

Waterlogged by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Eerie experiences heavy rainfall

Festival by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Eerie's local businesses celebrate the summer

Strawberry by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which there is unauthorised hubbub in Eerie

Wildlife by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon and Marshall go to the beach

Facilities by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which the Eerie Bus Station and Supper Club has a problem with the men's toilet

Anticipation by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon and Harley look forward to the Equinox

Castle by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which there is unexpected architecture in Eerie

Visitor in which Marshall's grandma comes to stay

Euclid by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Marshall and Simon investigate strange events at the Eerie Cemetery

The Hut by [livejournal.com profile] froodle, in which Simon takes on the forces of Eerie solo


Date: 2017-07-04 07:00 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] deifire
Oh.

My.

God.

omgomgomg

If I don't sleep tonight, I am so blaming you!

Date: 2017-07-05 07:55 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] evilinsanemonkey
Ho.

ly.

shit.

O.O

Date: 2017-07-05 09:08 pm (UTC)
evilinsanemonkey: Kiriya from Kamen Rider Ex-Aide (Default)
From: [personal profile] evilinsanemonkey
I'm weirdly okay with that

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