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Sluggish, but still hungry.
The sanitation engineers - the title was an important distinction in a town where Garbagemen were not men and collected things that were not garbage - used pool hooks to tug the larger pieces free from the pink-stained ice. The smaller parts, fingers, toes, teeth and the single still-blinking blue eye that bobbed, untethered, in a shallow pool of melt-water, would require the use of a shrimping net.
A shrimping net, and much caution.
Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Lockdown
May. 11th, 2021 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
It was just that this whole thing was so wasteful. The death toll alone would have stretched Eerie's finite human resources thin, but the effects of the plague left the corpses useless either as spare parts or sacrifice, and that was a bridge too far.
"Seal the borders," he told the Garbage Men. "We're in lockdown."
Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
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Eerie Indiana Chooseday Challenge
May. 4th, 2021 09:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
This week, your options are:
Basketball Team versus Creepy Garbage Guys
Eerie Indiana Chooseday Challenge
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This week, your options are:
Eerie Dairy Milkman versus Creepy Garbage Guys
Eerie Indiana Chooseday Challenge
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This week, your options are:
Canine Arrest Team versus Creepy Garbage Guys
drakepadz on Eerie Indiana
Nov. 19th, 2020 07:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
my parents and sister are watching eerie indiana and my dad is so invested
— drake ✨ || ducktales spoilers (@drakepadz) November 19, 2020
the two ways this has been shown is him yelling “are those fucking NAZIS??” and him losing his mind over Tobey Maguire’s appearance and shouting “sHANNON, that’s SPIDER-MAN,” aggressively at my stepmom.
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What I’d give to see a gritty reboot of Bernards Watch. To see Bernard become a tyrant of Time, twisted by the unpreparedness of power
— hk (@HKesvani) August 18, 2020
DARK!BERNARD IS THE VALEYARD https://t.co/GpNMtCVbHr
— Nat (@unfortunatalie) August 18, 2020
I'm pretty sure there was an episode of Eerie, Indiana like this
— James Shaddock (@jpshaddock) August 18, 2020
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Aug. 17th, 2020 01:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Some #EerieIndiana thoughts from today's binge as I take a tea-making break:
— William Arthur (@Wart_M) August 16, 2020
Foreverware:
— William Arthur (@Wart_M) August 16, 2020
-I love that the props are literally just tupperware with a Foreverware sticker
-I'm all for liberating the twins but I'm pretty sure Marilyn Teller would not have gone down the 'seal children in tupperware to preserve them' route
The Retainer:
— William Arthur (@Wart_M) August 16, 2020
-I still can't decide if Steve survived this episode...
-Also I love the continuity of pre-flashback Syndi wondering where her walkman is and then Marshall stealing it and using it to...hear dog thoughts
ATM with a heart of Gold:
— William Arthur (@Wart_M) August 16, 2020
-SIMON HOLMES IS THE PUREST AND MUST BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS
-Marshall is kind of extra clueless about Simon's home life in this episode and it's So Fcking Sad
The Losers:
— William Arthur (@Wart_M) August 16, 2020
-What if the garbage men in The Lost Hour are just there to redirect lost persons to the bureau of lost and they're just creepy cuz they've been alone in an empty time bubble for so long they forgot how to People?
off to make some tea and get a snack and then it's time for more #EerieIndiana!
— William Arthur (@Wart_M) August 16, 2020
(Oh, also, the line "If you're rich it's because somebody else is poor" from ATM With a Heart of Gold" continues to be entirely too relevant to Life) #EerieIndiana
— William Arthur (@Wart_M) August 16, 2020
it occurs to me that a lot of the 'evidence' Marshall and Simon gather doesn't make much sense without context (which is probably why he keeps the journal) #EerieIndiana
— William Arthur (@Wart_M) August 16, 2020
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Mostly, he wanted them to peer over in a patronising fashion whenever he was asked an especially stupid question.
"There are carnivorous potholes opening on Front Street," he said. "I need them filled in, and I need a workforce who won't be driven insane by the occult layout of the city roads."
He hadn't invited the shopkeeper to sit but Radford did it anyway, ignoring the slightly wobbly office chair positioned directly opposite the wide Mayoral desk in favour of a high-backed article in varnished wood.
"You're giving them ready access to easier recycling," Radford told him. "This will only encourage them to get more... zealous with their maintenance of the space-time continuum."
Chisel leaned back, steepling his fingers in a way he knew his old friend considered both affectatious and profoundly irritating.
"You object to City employees experiencing job satisfaction?" he enquired, politely.
"Only when that job is murder!"
Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
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The quiet of the early morning was well and truly shattered by the whine of pneumatic drills and the air was thick with the smell of hot tar.
"Winston," he said, bypassing the labyrinthine corridors of City Hall's interior and slipping directly into the Mayor's office via a hidden door in the side of the living building. "Please tell me you haven't put time-travelling sanitation engineers on roadworks?"
Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Restraint
Jul. 1st, 2020 07:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
He suppressed the urge. They really did do good work, and besides, Eddie Teller was very nearly a friend. Sort of. Close enough that banishing his son to an uninhabited curve of the universal Mobius Strip would make things awkward, anyway.
He tried a different tack. Money usually worked.
Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
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Ongoing Verse: Microwave
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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Blind Spot
Jun. 29th, 2020 09:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Janet Donner, blindfolded and feeling equal parts Perseus and some particularly stupid strain of ostrich, groped her way around the hulking, hissing metal monstrosity until she felt the passenger-side footplate under her trembling fingertips.
The scrape and clatter of metal trash cans being dragged across the sidewalk told her that the Garbage Guys were at least four doors down from their idling vehicle.
She reached up, felt the cool, curved shape of the wing mirror.
Wrenched.
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Oncoming Lights
Jun. 28th, 2020 09:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Her sneakers are new, all-black, Sky Monsters Stealth Mode, and suddenly the rhythmic slap of her feet on the pavement sounds so loud that she wonders why people aren't coming out of their houses to yell at her for making such a racket.
The sun is rising in the east, a pale pink glow up ahead. Behind her are the headlights of a monstrous garbage truck.
Ongoing Verse: Janet
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Littering
Jun. 27th, 2020 09:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The Garbage Men's faces were hidden behind mirrored sunglasses and beneath the shadows cast by peaked caps, but a cautious and careful observer might have detected the flared nostrils and pinched white lips thinned in disgust.
Not at the violent loss of life, of course. Just at the disorderly and unscheduled mess.
Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
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Ongoing Verse: The Children
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Time
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It was just that, as the arbiters of all that was correct and orderly in matters of time and space, they knew exactly where she would be at any given moment.
She pushed up the sleeve of her oversized sweater, checked the three watches strapped there. Clock-faces of sea-glass and sand stared back, unnumbered, handless and blank.
Janet knew she had to get back to the lake.
Ongoing Verse: Janet
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Ongoing Verse: Milkman
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Ongoing Verse: The Children
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Ambush Predator
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It wasn't the worst artwork Marshall had ever seen - he still shared a house with Syndi, after all - but it nevertheless gave the impression of something that had never eaten pizza trying to recreate it from rough description.
The fact that it was stuck onto what was still quite clearly a huge garbage truck really didn't help matters, either.
Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc
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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History
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Such a profoundly weird show. That and Eerie, Indiana hit at the same time for me:)
— Alasdair Stuart (@AlasdairStuart) June 13, 2020
Eerie Indiana Double Drabble: Clear Out
May. 27th, 2020 07:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
"No," said Marshall, whose arm was wrapped in hastily-applied gauze that smelled strongly of antiseptic. "I came to warn you that the Garbage Guys are planning to burn your clubhouse to the ground later today. You need to clear out your recycling now before they put the torch to all those old newspapers."
The Unkind One's leader gave him a long, considering look.
"Well," he said. "That's alarmingly specific, but I expect if you tell me any more, we'd be risking the collapse of the space-time continuum, right?"
"Right," said Marshall, then, "Wait, how did you-"
"I might have had this conversation before," said Billy Millions, rising to his feet with a creak of very tight leather clothing. "But I can't say more, because I'm bound by causality and my given word."
He turned towards the open door of the clubhouse and beckoned to someone inside.
"I also happen to have a ball of dino-proof twine lying around," he said. "Which you may have a use for, at some unspecified point in time."
Marshall gaped.
Ongoing Verse: Pay Attention
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Ongoing Verse: Milkman
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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Seconds Away
May. 27th, 2020 07:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
He picked up the sharp-edged rock, dragged it along the greasy build-up on the wall, and gritted his teeth as he pressed the jagged makeshift nib along his arm. It left a trail of black ooze and a thin white line that quickly welled with droplets of red.
Marshall pocketed the stone, stared at the crude drawing of a wristwatch.
The second hand moved, slightly.
Ongoing Verse: Pay Attention
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Ongoing Verse: Milkman
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Still, as Marshall stared at the calendar with it's crossed-out mass of unlived days, and the smudgy door that was now only ever a drawing, he had an idea.
He rolled up the sleeve on his right arm, the one that was usually covered to the elbow in more than a dozen watches. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he used the gritty dirt of the unswept floor to draw a rough circle on the pale, exposed skin.
At his back, the door that was not and had never been a door creaked encouragement through non-existent hinges. A faint breeze blew from beneath it, smelling of newly-cut grass and the spring tide that was always slightly pink with blood.
He opted for roman numerals, figuring the straight lines would lend itself better to writing on skin with the greasy black grime of the prison cell. He drew a minute hand, and a shorter, thicker one to mark the hours.
Ongoing Verse: Pay Attention
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Ongoing Verse: Milkman
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Painfully, he raised himself up to a crouch and, one wary eye on the darkened room beyond the bars of his cage, he shuffled over to examine the faint chalk smudges that formed a tall rectangle on the bare breezeblock walls.
The room's previous occupant had signed her work, and despite his situation, Marshall laughed when he saw it.
Ongoing Verse: Pay Attention
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Ongoing Verse: Milkman
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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Marking Time
May. 27th, 2020 06:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
He rolled onto his side, and that's when he saw the calendar. Scratched into the wall, probably with one of the many sharp-edged bits of stone he could feel digging into various parts of his anatomy, it showed dates more than ten years into the future.
All of them had been crossed out.
Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
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Ongoing Verse: Milkman
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Time Canoe
May. 27th, 2020 06:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The time-stream was most dangerous in spring, when Easter rabbits hatched from hen's eggs and the laws of probability were even wobblier than usual. He couldn't remember where the life-jackets were, or where they'd stored the time-anchor.
No, rescue by time-canoe was out, at least for now.
Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
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Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc
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Eerie Indiana Double Drabble: Allies
May. 27th, 2020 06:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
He looked down at his blackened palms, feeling the panic rise and trying to push it back down.
It wasn't that bad. Simon would be missing him by now. He'd get help. People would come for him.
But the Unkind Ones had tried, hadn't they? He'd seen the flames rising over their clubhouse, thick black smoke and choking fumes like a thousand tyre fires. Even if enough of them had survived to mount a counter-attack, they were effectively out of commission for the time being.
Time. The Dairy. The Dairy would... well, the Dairy would consult the Great Cow of the Cosmos and if causality demanded he be lost, then they'd shrug their white-coated shoulders and resign themselves to plucking a different Marshall Teller out of his home reality and starting all over again.
Radford would miss him, of course, but he'd been firmer about his policy of non-interference since his stock room turned into a hollow-backed Hollywood set and he'd had to pay for an extensive and inexplicable refurbishment, not to mention replacing all his supplies.
Ongoing Verse: Milkman
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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Prisoner
May. 27th, 2020 05:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Marshall rubbed at the too-pale patches on his forearm, feeling his flesh crawl with goosebumps and his skin prickle and burn. Part of it was remembering the slick, rubbery feel of the Garbagemen's fingers as they tore away timepiece after timepiece. Part of it was probably just unaccustomed exposure to the chill air of the Mayor's secret dungeon.
The concrete floor was gritty and cold beneath him, leaving thick smears of black on his clothes and his frantically scrabbling fingers as he searched for something, anything, that would help him get out of here.
Ongoing Verse: Milkman
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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
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Eerie Indiana Chooseday Challenge
May. 5th, 2020 12:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
This week, your options are:
ForeverWare Ladies versus Creepy Garbage Guys
Eerie Indiana Drabble: Perimeter Alarm
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Janet checked the calendar, then checked the huge industrial bins behind the Baitshop. The clock change had come and gone, the trash pickup had happened at the usual time on the usual day, by two men with human eyes set in tired, faces.
And yet, the early warning sign had gone off...
She went inside and fetched a cleaver.
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Sergeant Knight, impervious to their raucous scolding as he was to everything else, knelt beside the corpse. The eyes were gone, but that would be the birds' at work, like as not.
The uneven covering of plant life looked to have come from the surrounding greenery but he gathered a few samples, sealing them in ForeverWare just in case.
He saw the name badge, blank except for E=MC2, and the sunglasses.
Fuck.
Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
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Ongoing Verse: Milkman
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Departure
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Her rucksack clanked and jangled with a thousand nasty things and tiny zephyrs scoured blood and soot and tears from her exposed skin. Her Miss Tornado Day sash hung in tatters, the white satin streaked and stained with gore, not all of it her own.
There was a roar as the Bingo Parlour roof collapsed, flames licking the sky that remained night-black since the day the Garbage Men launched that first attack. The fire cast her shadow long and jagged before her, and Syndi walked on.
Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History
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Ongoing Verse: The Children
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Trash Day
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If he'd thought about it, he probably would have said it was logical to expect bags filled with nasty things in the back of a garbage truck. Even in Jersey, the back of a dust wagon wouldn't have been a particularly pleasant place to find himself.
In Jersey the garbage men probably didn't carry holdalls filled with torture implements, though.
He held his breath and emptied the gasoline.
Ongoing Verse: Milkman
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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
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The Garbagemen didn't smile - the things that wore men's faces like a cheap party mask didn't have a concept of smiling - but an air of satisfaction hung about them as they gunned the engine of their front-loading bin wagon. Their headlights gleamed as they pressed forward.
Ongoing Verse: Milkman
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Trash Pickup
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"Wow," said the fox, picking it's way through the debris on dainty black-stocking'd paws. "What'd you do, mix green glass in with the clear stuff?"
Dash shook his head absently.
"The Order only uses green and yellow packaging," he said. "Really dedicated to the theme."
The fox looked worried.
"Then the Garbagemen are sending you a message," it said. "Beware."
Ongoing Verse: Microwave
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Apex Predator
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He'd passed an overturned concrete mixer on his way to school, the huge drum scratched and dented where doomed construction workers had scrabbled for purchase as the ground rose up to swallow them.The storm drain where the sewer clowns gathered was empty save for a single enormous shoe floating in a puddle of blood, and the lamprey-mouthed pothole outside their house had started refusing the snacks Harley brought it.
He might have suspected a new, more voracious breed of Garbage Men at work, except he'd found those sunglasses, bitten in two...
Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers
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Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Escape Route
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Given the fluidity of time in Eerie, Sara Sue wondered if he hadn't artificially hastened the end of his sentence by checking off a few of those dates before they'd actually rolled around.
If that was the case, she wished him luck - both because the Garbage Men would be looking for him and because he'd left his chalk behind.
She sketched a door, and walked through it.
Ongoing Verse: Pay Attention
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Ongoing Verse: Milkman
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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
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Eerie, Indiana Fanfiction: Subterfuge
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It pulled up to the curb outside the Teller home, completely blocking out the midday sun streaming in through the living room window. Marshall scowled.
Outside, three Garbagemen in blood-splattered Eerie Dairy uniforms emerged from the cab. They'd daubed rough red crosses across the front of their scavenged jackets, but whatever they'd used had dried to flaky brown.
"Pathetic," said Marshall, and got up to lock the door.
Ongoing Verse: Milkman
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More online love for "Eerie, Indiana!" Why hasn't this been rebooted?? I'm available!https://t.co/8XZJLCwqtW
— Joe Dante (@joe_dante) March 21, 2020
I still think of that episode with the garbage collectors when I change my clocks for day light savings time. Such a good show.
— Wash your hands! (@NerdlyThere) March 21, 2020
Eerie Indiana Triple Drabble: Sculpture
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"What do you think?" she asked.
Tod deposited the ramekin into a sink already full of dishes soaking in hot, soapy water, turned back around, and considered.
"Looks great," he said. "I mean, it's a giant-sized bust of a Creepy Garbage Man made of filo pastry, so it looks terrifying, but it's an excellent likeness."
"Good," said Janet, wiping her floured hands on her apron before picking up a rolling pin. "That's what I was going for."
Tod rested one elbow on the scarred wooden worktop that ran the full length of BF Skinner Junior High's only designated Home Economics classroom, flipping through the food-stained pages of an ancient and well-worn cookbook.
"What do you want to do with it?" he asked. "Technically it's not baklava if you don't layer the nuts and butter before baking, but mix them with honey and stuff them into the head cavity and I bet you'd still get-"
He was cut short by the crunch of a rolling pin being driven through several dozen paper-thin layers of crisp, golden pastry, followed by a resounding crash as her swing carried through to strike the table beneath. As he watched, Janet drew back her arm and delivered several more crushing blows to the confectionary Garbage Man, reducing his hollow skull and vacant face to slivers and shards of dough.
After a few moments, Janet set the rolling pin aside, breathing heavily. A fine mist of airborne flour drifted between them, like gunsmoke after a showdown in an old Western, settling in their hair, on the counters, and on the shattered effigy between them.
"Thank the Corn," said Tod. "That thing was way too creepy to eat."
Janet laughed.
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The thing pulling itself inch by pitiful inch along the asphalt had been a little girl, once. A few strands of platinum-blonde hair still clung to the shrivelled skull and a pretty, lace-trimmed dress the rich green of pea soup swamped the withered, skeletal frame. It stretched out one shaking hand, arthritic fingers twisted into claws and topped by thick, yellow nails.
"Mommy," it gurgled around a mouthful of soft and rotten teeth. "Mommy. They broke my vacuum seal. Mommy..."
Winifred dropped to her knees, the high shine of her white patent boots scraping against the buckled sidewalk. Those scuffs would never come out.
"Freshness," she whimpered, almost too soft to hear above the ringing silence that echoed in the aftermath of her howl. "Oh, my little Freshness..."
She reached for her daughter, but the Garbage Men pressed down on her narrow shoulders and pinned her in place. Their faces, hidden beneath peaked caps and concealed behind mirrored sunglasses, never moved, but still the way they stood gave the impression of a smile.
The sole surviving ForeverWare lady wept.
Ongoing Verse: The Children
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Watching the most German movie I have ever seen, the plot of which is roughy “what if pippi long stockings was immortal and fighting G-Man over the theft and commodification of linear time?”
— chris person (@Papapishu) February 6, 2020
I respect that they managed to summarize this weird plot entirely in the full German title of this book. pic.twitter.com/BqxKKkM3GE
— chris person (@Papapishu) February 6, 2020
Isn't this the plot of an Eerie, Indiana episode?
— Will-io's Woods: Bakushō Version (@KasmKave) February 6, 2020
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How many movies or TV shows can you think of that feature a government-run agency that exists to police the paranormal? So far I have -
— Ian Fortey: Poutine Sommelier (@IanFortey) February 5, 2020
X-Files
October Faction
Buffy
Hellboy
Stranger Things
Ghosted
Fringe
The Invisible Man
— ₗᵢzzᵢₑ c (@atomiclemon) February 5, 2020
The 4400
Primeval
Eerie Indiana
The Outer Limits
Sliders
Push
Threshold
Special Unit 2
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Her Miss Tornado Day sash, once a blinding satiny white any bride could be proud of, is fraying, grubby, and caked with gore. She slips out of it and unpicks the knot holding the two ends together.
Part of her is glad that Marshall can't see this, sure that he'd offer up some smart-alecky comment as she pushes sweat-damp hair off her face and keeps it there with a John Rambo-style bandana fashioned from a ribbon that once marked her out as a sacrifice for a sentient tornado.
Part of her wishes he was here anyway.
And another part of her wonders if she should have gone to Old Bob, when she was seventeen and her year was up, when the town chose a new Miss Tornado Day and she'd been sent out into the cyclone to die. Things might have turned out differently. For her, for the people she loved, even for Eerie.
If Marshall was here, she'd ask him about becoming the Harvest King. About the mountain and the wolf that howled in the night, and whether blood spilled under an October moon might have prevented all of this.
If he was here with her, hiding in the ruins of the Eerie Bingo Parlour, she would ask him whether it might have been worth it.
The tombola drum near the western windows begins to spin, slow at first, a handful of human teeth inside clicking against the rusting metal. Syndi reaches for the last remaining incendiary device - homemade hand grenades fashioned from stripped-down bingo dabbers and some sort of fruit cordial she'd discovered at the very back of the Parlour's walk-in refrigerator, covered in warning stickers and pulsating faintly.
Outside in the dark, something moves. The room she's in is three floors up, but the Garbage Men know how to climb. She'd seen them swarming like lizards over the surface of City Hall, the living surface of the building twitching and flinching at every touch.
She didn't blame it. In it's place, she'd have torn out her own foundations to avoid those clammy, grasping hands. Of course, in a very real way, the Garbage Men had already done that for her.
Syndi flicks open Janet's lighter and steps towards the glass.
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Eerie Indiana Double Drabble: Composite
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Later there's screaming - there was always so much screaming - but when it happens, all Janet knows is the wet on her face and someone saying "oh", almost too soft to hear.
Sara Sue slumps over the meagre fire with blood in her hair and her left eye in Janet's lap. Janet had always thought her eyes were brown, but this one is graphite-grey, oozing a silvery sludge that smells like pencil shavings.
Her fingers trace the smooth patch of skin over her throat, where a Garbage Man caught them unawares in a safe-house compromised before they'd even arrived. Remembers the bandages made from sketchbook pages, the frantic scratching of pencil on paper, and wonders how much of her is sinew and flesh, and how much is the soft dark lead of an Eerie Number 2 pencil.
Syndi is shouting and pulling at her as Melanie douses the fire. Janet tries to tell them not to bother, that the Garbage Men kill up close when they can and the rest of them are easy pickings now, but her mouth is full of pictures and the words don't come.
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Still, as she touches bloodied fingertips to fractured glass, she wishes she could believe.
"He'd be so proud of you," she says, and feels the truth of it deep inside her frozen core.
Mister Wilson's face twitches - calling it a glitch seems pointlessly cruel at this point - and he mumbles something that gets lost in the staticky void between worlds. She understands anyway, and laughs a choking, clotted laugh.
"Me too," she said. "I loved being a party planner. Loved my little stand at the Mall. Loved meeting all the people, even the ones who stopped by for a chat and a look-see and would never become paying clients. Always was a people person."
In the darkness, a thousand headlights gleam. The light is blinding and the thought occurs to her that Eerie could never have supported a sanitation force of this size.
She climbs to her feet and holds her head high as the Garbage Men advance.
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Eerie Indiana Double Drabble: Infiltration
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"Hey, Simon," he said, trying and failing to sound casual. "I think we can skip this one."
Simon paused in the act of stuffing dozens of glossy advertising brochures into folded copies of the Eerie Examiner.
"Why?" he asked, following his friend's gaze to the impromptu planter nailed to the lintel. "You don't think the Unkind Ones read the newspaper?"
"I think the Unkind Ones probably do," said Mars, taking a slow step back. "But I don't think their love of motorcycle-themed garden accessories goes as far as helmets with a decapitated head still inside them."
"Oh," was all Simon said, though his grip tightened reflexively around the neatly-rolled newspaper in his hand. His gaze flicked around the small front yard, coming to rest on the trashcans.
"Mars?" he said, pointing to the heavy black garbage bags. The words E=MC2 were emblazoned on the side.
"Run," hissed Marshall.
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Eerie Indiana: home of the cult
Dec. 15th, 2019 01:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
yeah I just played Pokemon Go in the ruins of an old cult, what's it to ya? creepiest town ever, I've never counted so many offbeat sects of the Christian Church
— not a ghostwriter (@patronofthe) December 14, 2019
it's crazy it's not even evangelicals like I'm used to it was all these very small ... idk I'm doing some research and writing on it
— not a ghostwriter (@patronofthe) December 15, 2019
Oh totally ! was NOT trying to shade at all! i was raised in a strange ass small town started sect of christianity so i was like total mood
— bell (@journeythot) December 15, 2019
I was like agreeing and adding to the mood haha it was creepy. eerie indiana
— not a ghostwriter (@patronofthe) December 15, 2019
Hahaha Indiana is like a strange state to me to begin with! also ok i’m totally horrible with tone over the internet so i was like “!” also it’s incredibly eerie to see the leftovers of these long forgotten extremely strict sects 🤭🤭
— bell (@journeythot) December 15, 2019