May. 19th, 2020

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For this challenge, create a fanwork based on one of the (sixteen!) Eerie, Indiana tie-in books.
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It's Tuesday, so today you get a choice between two prompts. Pick one, combine both, pit them against each other - on Tuesday, you choose!

This week, your options are:

The Nun versus the Man in the Fez
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The fog rolled in, grey and wet and covering everything in a smothering blanket of dingy cotton wool. It pressed against the Baitshop windows, so thick that the world beyond seemed to suddenly vanish in the murk.

The mood lighting was supposed to be for special occasions - Valentines' dinners, sacrifice days, that sort of thing - but Janet turned it on anyway, bathing the dining room in a hazy orange warmth that instantly changed the setting from "gloomy" to "cozy".

The cook, who had turned up that day for the first time ever and was definitely not Fred Suggs, nodded approvingly.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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All of the glass jars bore different hand-painted designs. Staring, bloodshot eyes, hungry ravens, dead trees and lightning-split skies confronted Marshall as he walked along the neat and gleaming rows, taking it all in.

The fact that the jars contained nothing more exotic than oatmeal, dried pasta and various tea-bags diminished the effect a little, but you couldn't have everything. Besides, for all he knew those teabags could contain all kinds of powerful herbal infusions, the yellow-brown pasta twists could be shaped like glyphs to call forth the Old Ones, and the porridge...

The porridge was probably just porridge, honestly.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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"It's a base," said Tod. "Like using coconut oil for perfume?"

He took in Marshall's blank expression and elaborated.

"Oatmeal's absorbent, it doesn't have any strong scents or flavours of it's own, but it picks up the smell and taste of the things you add to it."

He uncapped the jar of porridge oats, which was decorated with a passable illustration of a flayed man holding his own detached skin and screaming, and passed it to Marshall, who took a dutiful sniff.

"Okay?" he said.

"So you can put basically anything in oatmeal - sugar, syrup, spells - and it'll permeate through."

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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"Tod," said Marshall, replacing the screw-top lid of the mason jar very, very carefully. "Are you saying that Bert and Ernie are teaching the Future Homemakers how to make cursed porridge?"

Tod shook his head, carefully dyed black curls flying in every direction.

"No," he said. "I'm saying that they taught us how to store food in a safe, shelf-stable way that doesn't use ForeverWare, and that will also stop an pre-prepared spells from going off before you're ready to use them."

Marshall looked at him. He looked at the dried oats.

"Are these-"

"No magic," said Tod. "Only cinnamon."

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Marshall waited while Tod prepared them both a bowl of non-magical, pre-cinnamon-ified oatmeal.

"You heard about the accident with the Evidence Locker, I guess," he said, as Tod retrieved a couple of non-cursed spoons from the cutlery drawer of the BF Skinner test kitchen (sponsored by Things Incorporated, tm).

"Yeah," said Tod. "I'm really sorry. Having a cursed artefact contaminate the rest of your cursed artefacts with a different, incompatible curse must suck."

Marshall nodded sadly.

"I'm pretty sure Mister Wilson's hand is sentient now," he said. "It just keeps writing 'Simon' over and over again."

Tod patted his shoulder.

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The rice was sticky, swollen, and leaking over the rim of the high-sided pot in gooey lumps of bulbous white.

"Too much water?" suggested the cook, who could have been anyone in his non-descript button down and beige chinos, but who was in fact Fred Suggs, compulsive imposter.

"Maybe," said Janet, lifting herself onto a gleaming silver-chased serving trolley as the tide of sushi rice spread across the floor to lap at the toes of her sensible, thick-soled shoes. "Could be we let it soak too long."

A face appeared in the pebbled mass of the rice flood. It winked.

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"Could be," agreed the new chef, who nobody in Eerie had ever set eyes on before today. "Might also be because I used water from the lake on this latest batch."

Janet gasped in horror.

"Fred!" she said, her shock temporarily over-riding her grasp of the etiquette of working with compulsive imposters. "Why in the eternal fields of corn would you do that?"

Fred looked embarrassed.

"I thought it would be a selling point if we advertised it as one hundred percent locally sourced," he admitted.

Janet, whose hands were blue-black with the blood of freshly-caught kraken, glared at him.

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"You just helped me chop squirming sucker-tipped appendages off a monster we pulled out of the lake together," she said. "Lake Eerie is the only non-oceanic breeding ground for kraken in the entire world! We're already as locally sourced as we can get."

She shook her head in exasperation, long flame-red ponytail swishing with annoyance.

"We can't be a hundred percent local anyway," she said. "There's nowhere in Eerie that grows rice. And even the things in the lake are mostly fed on summer people."

Fred sagged, his generic-man disguise smeared with rice water and lake-monster secretions.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

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Marshall and Simon sat on the hard, uncomfortable benches in the small, cramped lobby of the Eerie police station. One of the overhead fluorescents was blinking, the flickering illumination accompanied by an ominous-sounding clicking noise that cut through the steadily buzzing hum of it's fellows.

After what felt like a long time, Officer Derek emerged, an unrepentant-looking Spy-Guy trotting at his feet. Simon hopped up immediately.

"Bad!" he said, addressing the green and grinning face of the chupacabra. "Very naughty Spy-Guy, infiltrating the police!"

"Oh," said Officer Derek, eyes welling up. "Oh no, he's not naughty! He's a good dog!"

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"Yes," said Marshall hastily, also scrambling to his feet amidst a sudden surge of pins and needles. "He's a very good, very strange-looking dog who needs to come home right away so we can, uh..."

He froze, his mind going blank.

"Microchip him," Officer Derek supplied helpfully. "Luckily he wandered in here, but you wouldn't want the Canine Arrest Team picking him up without a way to contact his owners."

He patted Spy-Guy's flat, reptilian skull, palm rasping over the scales. He sniffled.

"Well, boy," he said, wiping his eyes. "I guess it's time we say goodbye now."

Spy-Guy chuckled.

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"So, did he find anything?" asked Dash, hearing the door close and the distinctive scrape of 'cabra claws on worn-out carpet.

Simon glared.

"Dash," he said, accusingly. "Please tell me this wasn't your idea."

Dash shrugged.

"I may have mentioned that a creature that likes to sneak around and look at things might find a police department a fun place to be," he said. "If Spy-Guy chose to do something with that information, that's nothing to do with me."

"Well, that's good," said Marshall, locking the door behind him. "Because apparently all he did was scam belly-rubs off Officer Derek."

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Dash scowled down at the chupacabra, who ignored him in favour of investigating the patch of permanent darkness under the coffee table. The living shadows twitched and coiled uncomfortably, but found themselves unable to flee past the edges of the warding rug on which the table now stood.

"Useless," he said.

Spy-Guy glanced at him from the corner of one yellow eye and laughed quietly.

"He's not going to tell you anything," Simon snapped. "Even if he could find out whatever secrets Sergeant Knight has sealed away in his file room, he doesn't talk."

Dash cursed.

Marshall laughed.

Spy-Guy grinned.

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