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Deep below the surface, the Sea Hag raged. Bent and swollen fingers curved like the ribs of sunken ships, tearing at the lake bed. The gouges became furrows, deepened still to become trenches, changing the topography of the World Beneath the Waves and, as a consequence, changing the currents around it.

The waters became treacherous, routes that were easily navigated now twisted out of true or vanished entirely, and vicious storms sprang up out of nowhere, capsizing ghost ships and sending their crews to a second, permanent death.

And the mermaids sighed, and fetched their shovels, and went to work.

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There was a pause on the other end of the line, during which the static crackle of Raudive voices increased in volume and urgency.

"I take it you mean something more dramatic than the usual unfortunate predation of mermaids upon the Summer People?" Chisel asked.

"Yes," said Janet. "This isn't a case of blood in the water, it's blood literally replacing all the water. There's a herd of vampires over by the boat shack already, and come nightfall they'll be like antelope at an oasis."

Chisel sighed.

"Tell your Gods that I'll have a team down there shortly," he said.

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The mermaid wore tall platform shoes, though lacking any legs, she wore them around her neck, the laces knotted to form a makeshift chain. The thick soles were made from some sort of transparent plastic, and inside the soles a dozen tiny human figures floated, suspended in clear jelly. They jiggled and drifted with every small movement of the mermaid's body, and it was because of this that it took Janet so long to realise that the tiny humans were alive.

Although, she thought, watching them thrash slowly about in their choking viscous prison, probably not for very much longer.

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Janet loosened the pristine white laces holding her new-to-her pink and purple sneakers in place, and gently pried them off, wincing as she did so.

Beneath cute and colourful socks bearing the likeness of a slightly sinister cartoon dog her feet were callused and blistered, the result of long hours waiting tables and wrangling semi-aquatic rice-monsters onto plates decorated with artfully arranged slivers of ginger and corralled with whisper-thin walls of wasabi.

At the end of the dock, the mermaids bobbed in the surf, needle-sharp teeth flashing as the setting sun reflected in the water.

"We can help," they whispered.

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The blue glass buoy dangled from the Baitshop ceiling, suspended in a net woven from the fine silvery hair of the lake's oldest fishwives. It was full of images, and they flickered and writhed at the edges of Janet's vision as they tried to get her attention.

She paused in the act of putting the coffee machine back together, her gaze caught by the tiny blue-tinted figures dancing just under the curved surface of the pretty glass ball.

"Okay," she said. "I'll take a look. But if you pull some Enchanted Zoltar-level bullshit on me, you're going straight into storage."

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The waves snapped hungrily at her feet, and the wet sand sucked at her dirty pink converse with a hunger she could almost feel.

In the surf near the shore, the little mackerel soldiers were darting back and forth, their bodies flashing silver against the white and foaming crests. Further out, the human heads and torsos of mermaids bobbed amidst the gentle swells, long wet hair bright and gleaming against their bare shoulders and barely-there seashell bras.

Beside her, Melanie's black sneakers left imprints that were quickly wiped away, and the incoming tide split and flowed around her.

"They don't like me as much as they like you," she said, and her voice was full of sympathy.

Janet didn't seem to hear her, and when Melanie reached for her best friend's hand, for a moment it was cold and slick and rasped like scales against her fingers.

Then Janet blinked and her eyes were brown again, not the aching and hungry blue-grey of the lake.

"Sorry," she said, shaking her head. "I missed that bit."

One of the mermaids made a rude gesture at Melanie, which she returned with both hands.

"Never mind," she said. "It wasn't so important, anyway."

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Janet folded four crisp twenties neatly as she tucked them into her pocket.

"Fine," she said. "Eighty dollars and any type of sweet preserve except for strawberry from the jam stall, as long as it's curse-free."

"Fine," said Dash. "And you don't show up here with a conch shell or a bridle of silver scales until the clock strikes midnight on Tuesday."

She held out her hand, the webbing between her fingers glistening like a soap bubble. He shook it, his skin smelling of ozone and static electricity prickling her palm.

"Deal," she said. "See you on Tuesday."

He waved.

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Janet thought about it.

"I do have to work this weekend," she said thoughtfully. "And two less ravenous, toothsome things preying on the summer people would make it easier..."

"I'll give you twenty bucks if you wait for them to go back to the Baitshop on their own," said Dash. "And I'll make a special effort to steer bad tippers towards them while they're here."

Janet snorted.

"That benefits you as much as me," she said. "No, I want..."

She paused, thinking.

"A hundred dollars up-front, and a jar of curse-free gooseberry preserve from the stall at the farmer's market."

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"Look," said Dash. "It's occasionally nice to see you, say hi to the Kingdom under the Waves for me, but I'm in the middle of a job and I don't need an assistant, so now that you know I'm not stealing aquatic monsters from your boss, I guess you can leave."

Janet glared at him. He glared back.

"Just because you didn't bring them here doesn't mean they can stay," she said. "They belong to the lake, and the things in the water will drag them back eventually."

"It's a holiday weekend," said Dash. "Let them have a little fun."

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"I was wondering about the vegetables," Janet admitted. "I didn't know we still had a farmer's market. I thought they died out when the Harvest King... you know, didn't."

"It's mostly garbage," said Dash. "Hardly worth the effort of summoning the potato blight. Even the kelpie's only eating this stuff because it comes attached to a human arm."

"You shouldn't judge them on that," said Janet. "Getting a kelpie to eat it's vegetables is like... well, like getting a toddler to do it. This stuff could be perfectly fine."

Dash made a face. By the bandstand, so did the kelpie.

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"Dash," said Janet. "Just for my own peace of mind, please tell me you didn't lure two incredibly dangerous, hungry lake monsters here so you could get rid of a guy who stiffed you on a tip."

"Nope," said Dash. "There's a farmers' market over on the western edge of the park. I was going to set a potato blight on them so I could sell them warding amulets."

He kicked a heavy wooden crate beneath the stall and the potato blight inside snapped it's soft and rotten teeth in anger.

"Where do you think I got the pony treats?"

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"Don't feel too bad for that guy," Dash advised. "I know him from tending bar at the Lodge. Lousy tipper, mean drunk."

He gestured at the t-shirt. "He's not even on the Loyal Order's bowling team," he said. "Just wears that because he thinks it makes him look cool."

He shook his head in disgust.

"Oh, well then," said Janet, with withering sarcasm. "What a monster. I guess he deserved a venomous kelpie bite."

"All I'm saying," said Dash, "Is that Eerie won't miss one more lawnmower-riding jackass who thinks he knows more about corn whiskey than he actually does."

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The mermaid's tail was long and eel-like. Mottled grey-brown, it curled beneath her human torso in a way that could have suggested a skirt, if the person suggesting it was more willing to believe in slithering coils of petticoat than the existence of carnivorous fish-women.

She leaned forward, candy-apple red lips sparkling in the sun as she whispered something into the Kelpie's ragged ears.

The kelpie released the man's arm with a wet popping sound. The man staggered back, his skin slime-slick and reddened but seemingly unharmed. He laughed nervously.

"Poor man," said Janet. "Twenty-four hours, he's jelly and bones."

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"You're right," said Dash. "I meant to say lamprey."

They watched as the kelpie nosed at a handful of wilted greenery being shoved at it by a man in a faded Shucker's Bowlathon shirt. It's snout distended and split, revealing wet, pink flesh coated in a thousand yellow-white barbs. Viscous drool formed sticky webs across it's open maw as it lowered soft lips over vegetation and fingers alike.

The man went very pale, very suddenly.

"How much did you charge that guy?" Janet asked.

"Enough," said Dash. "Since he's not going to be able to get his wallet out again."

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"Someone's going to lose a finger," said Janet, slipping around the knot of gawkers with the ease of someone who waits tables for a living.

Dash, stood behind a scuffed fold-out table besides crates of fly-speckled carrots and a catering-sized sack of sugar, shrugged.

"That's not my problem," he said. "I'm just a humble seller of horse treats; I don't know that lady or her suspiciously slimy horse. People want to buy a carrot, feed a four-legged moray eel because it's got pretty hair, that's not my problem."

"I know some moray eels," said Janet. "They wouldn't eat that crap."

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The mermaid carried a large parasol to keep off the glare of the afternoon sun. Somehow, the fact that the struts were human finger bones and the canopy was a stretched-out screaming face hadn't attracted much attention from the thronging mass of sun-worshippers crowding Deadwood Park that afternoon.

What had attracted their attention, however, was the flesh-eating, gill-sporting kelpie tied to the bench next to her. The thing stank of saltwater and spilled blood, but that hadn't done anything to put off townspeople and tourists alike, who stood with hands outstretched as they offered it seed bags and sugar lumps.

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There was no wind that day, and the surface of the lake was mirror-flat and shining, gleaming like a misshapen silver dollar in the afternoon sun.

In the shallow places, around the rotting half-collapsed boardwalk and alongside the enchanted breakwater made from sea-glass and mermaid scales, the water was clear all the way to the bottom.

Janet walked the perimeter slowly, her gait a studied halfway point between the purposeful march of patrol - which the King Crab might take as an incursion - and the loose-limbed amble of a stroll - which the lake monsters would take as an invitation to dinner.

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"In that case, I take it you're not going to end up calling him Annie?" said Marshall.

"I mean, I don't have a problem with Annies," said Janet. "I don't even think I know any."

The mer-minotaur's broad, blunt snout breached the surface, and Janet reached out absently to pat it.

"He could be an Annie, I guess," she said. "Put that down as a possibility."

Marshall dutifully wrote it down, wondering if this was how Simon felt on a lot of their missions. He crossed out "bull shark" and put a question mark next to both "Annie" and "mer-minotaur".

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"I guess so?" said Janet. "I can't think of anything better, except for bull-shark and that's already a different thing."

Marshall eyed the mer-minotaur, currently gulping down the last meaty leavings from the chum bucket.

"Bull sharks are dicks," he said. "The book didn't phrase it exactly like that, but it pretty much said, they're dicks that mess with people for no reason. All this guy does is swim around and look sad."

"The mermaids are also dicks," said Janet. "That's not from a book, that's from personal observation. And the minotaur didn't have all that great a reputation either."

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Marshall set the Big Book of Sharks aside and pulled the heavily damaged volume on barnyard animals out of his backpack. Blue and yellow Post-Its marked the section on cattle.

"Cows are only pregnant for nine months," he told Janet. "So we should use that as our deadline, if you were serious about avoiding... calves? Pups? Hatchlings?"

"I was mostly joking," said Janet. "But nine months puts us right in the middle of tourist season and you know the summer people wouldn't leave a mer-minotaur with babies alone."

"Mer-Minotaur," said Marshall, writing it down. "Is that what we're going with?"

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The mermaids tipped in sea glass and sunken treasure and a strange, pale pink coral that never died no matter how long it was out of the water. Janet had been using it to build a sort of bower in her parent's back yard, but stopped adding to it after some neighbourhood pets went missing.

Now she gave it to Simon's little brother, who used it as currency to bribe information from those lake creatures who were not fully loyal to the King Crab. She sometimes felt guilty about stoking that particular conflict, but, well...

They should stick to dollars.

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Sparky's thick black fur was sodden, soaked passed the point where the Hellhound's internal infernal flames could keep it dry. He was also covered in wet sand and shale and would need to be sprayed with the garden hose once they got home.

None of that bothered Simon. That was all part and parcel of taking a dog to the lake, regardless of whether the dog had one head or three, if it pledged allegiance to Satan or worshipped at the altar of Winnalot Wet Foods.

The mermaid tail dangling from one of his mouths was a different question, however.

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There are body parts floating in the lake, and at this distance Janet can't tell if the mermaids have overturned another boatload of tourists, or if the mannequins down at the Eerie Mall have staged yet another ill-advised uprising. The sun is high and bright and the gold light reflecting off the waves makes it hard to see if there's blood in the water.

She checks her watch and sighs. No time to row out there and check; she needs to open. Hopefully no Eerie Mall Cops will storm the restaurant during the lunch rush, after what happened last time.

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The class was called Underwater Basket Weaving, and the stack of enrolment forms were wet enough to have congealed into a single sodden mass. Janet rolled her eyes as she untacked the hand-written (fin-writted?) cardboard sign from the Baitshop notice board, taking a moment to appreciate the use of shed scales as decorative glitter. It was visually appealing, even if it did mean the sign stank of fish in the afternoons when the low sun warmed the paper.

"Are you going to tell the mermaids that's not a real course that human take?" asked Melanie.

Janet considered.

"Nah," she said.

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The mermaid's hair glowed in the dark water, dancing around the sharp-toothed maw like the dangling lure of an angler fish. Janet carefully extinguished her cigarette, pulled her bare feet out of the cooling kiss of the waves, and leaned forward.

"If you keep doing that," she said. "I will get a chopstick, cover it in wasabi and stab you in the eye with it."

The glow faded. The mermaid tried looking hurt, but as it still carried a hunting knife carved from the rib of a drowned man, it wasn't very convincing.

"I'm still on break," said Janet. "Leave."

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The sea bell was old, pitted from years of exposure to salt spray and ocean gales, and blue-green with oxidisation. It felt both incredibly heavy and as though she was holding nothing at all, and Janet had to focus on the reality of it to keep it from slipping through her fingers.

The swan-shaped pedalo bobbed in the swell of the waves that broke around the ghost reef, anchored there by a single strand of spider silk and Janet's own fierce belief that this would work. She slid back the white canopy of her little craft, took a deep breath, and put one rubber-soled foot on the semi-translucent rock.

It held, and she stepped from the boat onto the slimy stone, the huge, half-visible bell clanking softly in her hands. Here and there, ghost shrimp swam in puddles of ghost ocean, their white shrouds drifting dramatically around them. The rising ghost-tide would carry them home, if the seagulls didn't get to them first, and they seemed happy enough where they were.

The protruding spire of rock that she'd picked as her makeshift bell tower was jagged, twisted, and black as those tiny sea serpents Simon erroneously thought he was keeping secret in the tank behind his parent's house. It radiated malice, and streaks of waterproof paint along it's sharp edges told of all the vessels it had gleefully dragged beneath the waves.

Janet wrapped the coarse, heavy rope around one jutting angle, looped it seven times while humming the sea shanty that the Jenny Haniver had taught her. The stone vibrated with outrage beneath her cold-numbed fingers, and she ignored it as it deserved. Murder-rocks with shitty attitudes forfeited her consideration.

The sea bell's clapper was suspended in a protective sheath of blessed lambswool, and it glistened new-penny bright when she slipped it free. Resting one hand on the bell's curved lip, she pushed gently, relishing the rich, deep sound that echoed over the water as it swung on it's makeshift headstock.

"That's what you get," she told the reef that snarled faintly beneath her feet. "Maybe if you'd behaved yourself, I wouldn't have had to bell you."

She returned to her swan boat, ready both for dry land and an end to the sad waterlogged ghosts who kept showing up at the restaurant, soaking the floor. A hungry mermaid grabbed for her and she kicked it in the face.

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The lake was mirror-calm when Marshall arrived at the Baitshop, flat and still and reflecting the merciless blue of a vast, hungry sky. So when he pushed through the Old West-style saloon doors that separated dining experience from chum bucket, he was startled to find the whole room bathed in the soft shushing noise of waves breaking on gravel.

Janet came over, already tugging pulling off the heavy protective gloves all Baitshop servers needed to wear if they wanted to end a shift with the same number of fingers they'd started with.

"Two minutes and we can get out of here," she said. "I need to set the black light timer on the Nigiri tank and clock out."

"What's with the ocean sounds?" he asked.

"One of those mood CDs," Janet explained, untying her apron. "Gives the mermaids and the Deep Ones a little taste of home when they eat out."

Marshall pulled out a blue-green lump of sea glass the size of his palm and observed the Sushi Bar's patrons through it. Through the misty blur, he could see that more than half the seated customers sported fish tails and suspiciously wriggling moustaches.

"I don't get it," he said. "Why come out of the water at all if they're just going to listen to a recording of it?"

Janet shrugged, sidestepped another server carrying a plate of something squirmy and tentacular that reached for her as it passed.

"Why do British people pack teabags into their suitcases when they go on holiday?" she asked. "Why do Americans order hot dogs in Paris? People are weird about that stuff."

She picked up a tip jar heavy with pirate doubloons, grunting with effort as she counted out her share of the days' tips. Behind her, the tentacle-thing was eating Table Four.

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The cruise ship gave three long blasts of it's horn, the noise rolling across the mirror-calm waters of Lake Eerie. The rowboats, which had been floating at ease around the boardwalk at the back of the Eerie Baitshop and Sushi Bar, turned as one, slime-slick prows pointing towards the towering vessel.

Janet slid the last twitching paper bag across the counter and, not bothering to hide a sign of relief, crossed the final to-go order off the list in front of her.

The passengers trickled out, some in groups, most alone, trailing ghost fog and ectoplasm in their wake. The holed, half-rotten pleasure boats that had carried them ashore once again dipped low beneath spectral weight as they glided out towards the waiting liner.

Janet reached around the huge old-fashioned cash register and retrieved the tip jar, upending it on the small strip of unoccupied space between the cutlery and the condiments. Out tumbled mermaid scales and fishwife nails, along with a delicate silver slipper that must have belonged to a seahorse.

Not bad," she mused, sweeping it into her apron pocket and reaching for the mop that stood sentry beside the kitchen door.

She opened the water-side windows as far as they could go, and began to wash the blood and brine from the warped wooden floors.

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The storm had blown itself out by morning, but the waters of Lake Eerie were still quick and brown when Janet arrived for her shift at the Eerie Baitshop and Sushi Bar. The nigiri were stirred up, wriggling their rice-white tentacles at her as she undid the huge padlock that secured the bay doors at the back of the restaurant.

"Morning, guys," she said, pouring a little vinegar into their tank and adding a pinch of salt as a treat. "Busy night for you?"

She switched on the bank of lights that illuminate the lunch counter, taking in the muddy handprints and fistfuls of waterlogged gold coins lining the polished wood. Blood spatter on the walls told her that some of the previous night's closers wouldn't be coming back, and a note taped to the huge walk-in cooler warned her that the mermaids had figured out a way around the staff-only signs.

Janet, who knew most of the Lake Eerie mermaids couldn't read human script, still had trouble believing it had worked in the first place.

There was a finger wedged under the grease trap in the kitchen. She tossed it into the chum pile. It's owner wouldn't miss it.

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They were the earliest stories many of us ever heard, and sometimes you didn't realise 'til later how incredibly horrific a lot of them were. It's the 21st of the month, so it's time to think about the type of fairytales the people of Eerie tell their children? This month's theme is:

The Mermaid in the Pond
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It's the 7th of the month, and that means... CREATURE FEATURE!

Give us fic, give us fanart, give us whatever springs to your mind when you think of our monster of the month:

Mermaids
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The Dance Contest
text: http://eerie-indiana.livejournal.com/67247.html
audio: https://soundcloud.com/user-511656485/the-dance-contest-by-froodle

this one was fun. Places I messed up: The "Burn" bit made me laugh. And then I said "uniform" instead of "unicorn" at the end...probably shouldn't podfic after long day of longness

but Deifire's amazing melanie/mars/devon fic is calling my naaaame

maybe tomorrow

maybe I'll sip my cocoa and watch eerie and work on my own fic instead...
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Pay Attention
Text Parts 1-5: http://eerie-indiana.livejournal.com/67017.html?thread=210121#t210121
Text Part 6: http://eerie-indiana.livejournal.com/67017.html?thread=196297#t196297
Text Side Story: http://eerie-indiana.livejournal.com/67017.html?thread=288713#t288713
Audio: https://soundcloud.com/user-511656485/pay-attention-1-6-and-side-story

Thank you to Froodle and Deifire for letting me play with their fics, by the way. It's been super fun and I'm psyched to have Eerie fic to listen to while Crocheting (even if it's in my own voice...which should be weird but kind of isn't).

I was going to do Gingerbread tonight, too (have it all recorded and everything) but omg editing Pay Attention was a pain 'cause I fail and mess up a lot and I should probably go to bed as I'm still not 100% better...

Also, by the way? THIS IS BASICALLY THE LENGTH OF AN EPISODE. Which is pretty freaking awesome. And according to Froodle I'd already done 46 minutes of Eerie fic before this so like. HOLY SHIT GUYS. We basically took over the show. like. Legit. there is enough Eerie fic on the internet for MULTIPLE EPISODES.

Pretty sure if the Eerie fans decided to we could make our own damn Eerie continuation...

um. AN EERIE PODCAST?! Where like. Simon, Dash, and Mars create a subversive radio station when Chisel's plans start working out and shit goes all out into OMFG DON'T LET US DIE territory? And Syndi is their like...story writer because she took one look at Mars's first news bulletin and was like "No." and rewrote the whole thing?

Also it's location moves and Radford helps them because there are like. Weird portal things all over Eerie and he can help them go places. And like. A series of eps that have to be transmitted from the Bureau of Lost with ENTIRELY lost items because Chisel's too close and they literally have to get lost for awhile?!

Are we organized enough for this?

I'm way too tired and should stop typing but the audio is still uploading...

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