2020-02-03

froodle: (Default)
[personal profile] froodle2020-02-03 12:01 am

90s TV Party at Vandal, Belfast

On 3 February 2018, Vandal Belfast held a 90s TV screening party featuring "Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Out of this World, Sister Sister, Fresh Prince of Belair, The Secret World of Alex Mack, Rugrats, Dinosaurs, Boy Meets World, Eerie Indiana and more..."

Were you there? Did you try the themed cocktails? Meet any fellow Eerie fans? Sound off in the comments!
froodle: (Default)
[personal profile] froodle2020-02-03 12:01 am

90s TV Party at Vandal, Belfast

On 3 February 2018, Vandal Belfast held a 90s TV screening party featuring "Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Out of this World, Sister Sister, Fresh Prince of Belair, The Secret World of Alex Mack, Rugrats, Dinosaurs, Boy Meets World, Eerie Indiana and more..."

Were you there? Did you try the themed cocktails? Meet any fellow Eerie fans? Sound off in the comments!
froodle: (Default)
[personal profile] froodle2020-02-03 12:01 am

Eerie, Indiana Agony Aunt Challenge

Eerie is a town with issues. Whether it's shitty parenting, missing kids, the fact that the spectre of death haunts every pint of milk left on your doorstep or just an overly-amorous hominid pursuing a relationship with you against your will, the people in Eerie have problems, and they need help.

For this challenge, write a letter to an advice column from the POV of one of Eerie's beleaguered citizens, or the reply they might receive. Maybe you could write both, or maybe you could reply to someone else's cry for help.
froodle: (Default)
[personal profile] froodle2020-02-03 05:42 pm

bunnyhOOd on horror for kids



froodle: (Default)
[personal profile] froodle2020-02-03 05:45 pm

tigerraid on Eerie Indiana



froodle: (Default)
[personal profile] froodle2020-02-03 05:47 pm

FaeryArtemis on Sticky Pines

froodle: (Default)
[personal profile] froodle2020-02-03 05:48 pm

GreenSofe on X-Files, Eerie Indiana and Round the Twist



froodle: (Default)
[personal profile] froodle2020-02-03 05:50 pm

xaanzmasque on Farscape and Eerie Indiana



froodle: (Default)
[personal profile] froodle2020-02-03 05:52 pm

This is how you date as an Eerie Indiana fan





froodle: (Default)
[personal profile] froodle2020-02-03 05:54 pm

ClassicFilm on Eerie Indiana



froodle: (Default)
[personal profile] froodle2020-02-03 07:34 pm

NewEraKing800 on Eerie Indiana





froodle: (Default)
[personal profile] froodle2020-02-03 08:01 pm

CassandraRules on the return of Dunkeroos





froodle: (Default)
[personal profile] froodle2020-02-03 09:36 pm

Eerie Indiana Double Drabble: Undeliverable

Marshall pulled up to the rusted iron railings separating the overgrown, weed-choked garden from the overgrown, weed-choked pavement. He dismounted and leaned the JH772347 against the low, crumbling red brick wall, pulling five neatly rolled copies of the Eerie Examiner out of his almost-empty saddlebags.

Partway up the cracked and shifting walkway that led to a red front door whose peeling paint job had faded almost to pink over the years, he paused.

There were the five mail slots, each one still labelled with a number and the name of the occupant. There were the buzzers for apartments Five, Four and Seven, likewise labelled. And yet, where the doorbells for Two and Thirteen had been only the Saturday before, there was only exposed wiring poking from a jagged hole in the aging stucco. The darkness beyond the ravaged nameplate glittered with the distant light of strange stars, and the wind that blew from it was hot and smelled of dying things.

Marshall slid that week's paper into the last three letterboxes still in this dimension, and therefore technically the only ones on his route.

He'd have to tell Mister Radford that the subsidence issues on Dunwich Street were getting worse.

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

Read more... )

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

Read more... )
froodle: (Default)
[personal profile] froodle2020-02-03 09:48 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Census Takers

Marshall stood on the darkened street and watched the lights flicker in the attic windows. The harsh florescent glow made strange shadows of the junk piled against the glass and cast long, jagged streaks of brightness across the wet asphalt where he stood.

On, off. On, off.

He pressed the "talk" button on his walkie.

"Hey, Simon?" he asked. "Where did you say Dash was crashing now, over?"

Three streets and a dozen haunted structures between them meant Simon's response was staticky and garbled, but it was enough.

Marshall sighed.

"Add another one to the list, over," he said, yawning.

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

Read more... )