Eerie Indiana Sunday Challenge

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Sunday challenge time! Your prompt for this week is:

GRADIENT

Eerie Indiana Crossover and Non-Canon Day!

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It's the 28th of the month, and that means it's officially time to talk about all those non-Eerie fandoms that, despite taking place outside of Eerie city limits, still remind you of the centre of weirdness for the entire planet.

Tell us about the latest episode of Welcome to Nightvale, your ideas for a Gravity Falls crossover, or what Twin Peaks's Andy Brennan would think of Eerie's Officer Knight. Caught up on Lumberjanes or Paper Girls? Tell us about it. Still not caught up on Eureka, Haven or Sleepy Hollow? Ask us about it. Wondering how Mister Radford and Skip from the 'Burbs would get along if they met in ice-cream making school? Me too!

Quotes from the Eerie Indiana Discord

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i would love to see more of my daughter, Janet Donner

Eerie Indiana Evidence Locker on eBay

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See it here.

atomichazmat on Eerie Indiana and Dash X

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TEENAGE NEIGHBOURHOOD WATCH GONE INSAAAANE 🦇👻🎃🕷️🕸️ pic.twitter.com/56OYevoee2

— OSCAR (@atomichazmat) July 15, 2020

I HAVENT SEEN ANY EERIE INDIANA CONTENT IN SO LONG... I LOVE THIS tht show slapped

— morishige @ team sugar (@colovari) July 28, 2020

yes yes yes when i was 14 id wish on stars at night so that i could wake up nd be in eerie indiana + dash x would be my boy best friend

— OSCAR (@atomichazmat) July 29, 2020

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Overflow

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"Well," said Bertram Wilson, staring down at the white mound that now occupied the space where the BF Skinner Junior High and Things Incorporated Test Kitchen had once been, "It could have been worse."

Janet, Tod, and the two-dozen moray eels who liked to wear a human skin suit gave him nearly-identical looks. As usual, it was Janet who spoke first, Tod being remarkably shy when not on stage and the eels being, well, eels.

"Really?" she said.

It was Ernest who answered.

"Oh yes," he said. "Last time it was a magic porridge pot. By contrast, meringue is fine."

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Eruptions

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The ground had erupted with an outbreak of crystals overnight.

Some of them were already taller than a full-grown man, and a few had reached high enough that the sun, intensified by passing through crystalline peaks of pale pinks and darker lilacs, had started small fires in the undergrowth.

"It's kind of pretty," said Melanie, reaching out to stroke one sunset-golden outcropping until Janet forcibly smacked her hand away.

"It is," Syndi agreed, handing them all protective goggles with lenses of smoky quartz. "Except for all those unlucky people whose echoes are getting trapped in the endless refractions, of course."

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Catch of the Day

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Janet Donner stood beside her colleague, who hadn't yet picked an impersonation for today but would still be very hurt if she referred to him as Fred Suggs, as the two of them stared into the fishing net.

"What-" said not-Fred, at the same time as Janet asked, "Is that-"

They both stopped, turned to each other.

"Sorry," said Janet, "You go ahead."

Not-Fred shook his head.

"No, I'm sorry," he said. "You carry on."

Janet looked back at their catch. She sighed.

"It's a turkraken, isn't it?" she said.

Not-Fred hesitated, then nodded slowly.

Janet cursed.

"Cut it loose."

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Push Through

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Sara Sue's hand was cramping, and her eyes stung and blurred with the sweat that trickled from her hairline and down her face.

Melanie opened the cooler, reaching inside with a decidedly liquid slosh that indicated most of their ice had melted, and passed her a blessedly semi-cool bottle of water.

"Maybe you should take a break," she suggested. Her ever-present black jacket was slung over the stump of a dead tree in the shape of a human being contorted in agony, and her skin was already reddening in the glare coming off the crystals.

Sara Sue shook her head.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Heat and Light

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"Seriously," Melanie persisted. "You've been at it for hours. This place is making me nauseous, and you don't have a second soul to help absorb some of the heat."

Sara Sue unscrewed the cap on the bottle and took a long pull, then wiped the sweating plastic across her flushed face. She pointed the eraser-tipped end of her pencil at the sundial set in the centre of the crystal-ringed clearing, the equivalent of someone gesturing with the butt of a gun rather than the barrel.

"Look," she said, her voice hoarse.

Melanie looked. The sundial was wreathed in moving shadows.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Ongoing Verse: Milkman

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Time Dilation

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"Whatever those crystals are doing to the people trapped in there, it's messing up the passage of time," Sara Sue explained. "It's been hours for us, but it might have been weeks or even months for them."

Melanie watched the shadowed hand on the sundial spin across the numbers etched around it. She sucked in a breath.

"Can you-"

"I don't know if I can draw back the time they've lost," Sara Sue told her. "To be honest, I'm not even sure I can sketch them free."

"Syndi thinks you can," said Melanie. "And she's usually right on the money."

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: Milkman

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Body Language

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Sara Sue didn't reply to this, only ducked her head in a way that made the thick honey-gold sweep of her hair fall over her face.

Melanie knew from experience that the gesture meant she was uncomfortable, although whether it was from being asked to perform her own particular brand of Eerie strangeness in the middle of a heat-trap caused by cursed and shiny rocks or from the compliment was anyone's guess.

She decided to let it go, for now.

"What can I get you?" she asked instead.

"Another water would be great," Sara Sue said, flashing her a half-smile.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Ongoing Verse: Milkman

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Rainfall

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As if on cue, it began to rain. Lightly at first, then heavier, quickly becoming a deluge that poured from a blue and cloudless sky.

Melanie glanced up, feeling the blessedly cool water on her face and bare arms.

"Looks like the boss lady managed to convince Wally," she said.

Sara Sue nodded, using her free hand to push her long hair back even as the hand holding the pencil never stopped moving. Her clothes were quickly becoming soaked, but the sketchpad open on rapidly-dampening knees remained bone-dry.

Melanie reached into her utility belt, checking for the extra pair of socks.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: Milkman

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Ongoing Verse: Weather

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: An Intrusion

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When she'd first arrived at the small community centre, getting there a few minutes early in order to set out the chairs and prepare tea and coffee for the rest of the Ladies, the floor had been covered in a hard-wearing linoleum that was never-the-less beginning to show signs of it's age.

Now, as Syndi watched with growing apprehension, it turned to a hundred thousand fractured mirrors, the broken glass spreading out from the heavy double doors that were slowly swinging open.

She stepped away from the tea urn, inhaling deeply and standing straight-backed with shoulders squared and jaw set.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: A Visitor

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Miss Eerie placed one glittering foot across the threshold of the community centre, and a dozen protective wards cracked and splintered, falling around her sash-wearing shoulders like a rain of glitter.

Her eyes were blank pools of silver that reflected only herself, and all her reflections were beautiful and terrible in equal measure.

"Your Highness," said Syndi, inclining her head at an angle that was slightly more than an acknowledgement yet fell far short of a bow.

Miss Eerie copied the gesture, mimicked the greeting in a voice that rustled like the trailing ribbon of a million frantically twirling batons.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: A Makeshift Throne

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Syndi waved two fingers and the doors closed behind the transdimensional beauty queen. The rest of her Ladies would be here any moment, and she didn't want them caught in the crossfire.

For a moment, the faintest hint of a smile twisted the corners of Miss Eerie's impeccably-lined lips. In the branching mirrors that were still spreading across the tired paint of the little meeting room, her smiles were full of broken glass and sharp and perfect teeth.

Syndi pulled out two flourescent-orange bucket chairs, sent one sliding towards her visitor.

"I imagine you've come here to discuss those crystals."

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: A Meeting

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Miss Eerie grasped the flung chair effortlessly, her perfectly-manicured nails sinking into the rigid plastic like it was so much soft flesh.

At once the surface was suffuse with a silvery glow that began under her long fingers, spreading beyond the chairs' original shape, transforming it into a great and shining throne.

"Nice," said Syndi, whose own chair sat at centre of a howling tunnel of grey-blue wind that had yet to disturb a single hair on her head.

Again, Miss Eerie smiled, a thousand different faces showing teeth from a thousand slivers of glass.

They took their seats simultaneously.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Ongoing Verse: Weather

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: House Haunting

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"Thanks for doing this," said Marshall, following Marisea down a dimly-lit corridor wallpapered with a repeating pattern of red and gold spirals that hurt his eyes if he stared too long. In his arms he carried a gleaming two-slice toaster, the cord dangling in a neat, tight bundle alongside it.

Marisea smiled at him over her shoulder.

"It's nothing," she assured him. "Auntie got married six times, and there was a toaster on every single gift register. Grungy Bill could have a new home and a summer haunt and I'd still have three spares."

Inside the toaster, somebody said "yee-haw".

Ongoing Verse: Andrea/Marisea

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Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Nothing Special

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When they returned to the Baitshop, Janet removed the Specials board from it's place above the condiments table and hid it under the counter.

Fred (or whoever he had decided to be that day) vanished into the kitchen, returning a couple of minutes later with two small earthenware cups and a bottle of plum sake that was already filling the air with it's scent as it warmed.

He placed his cargo gently on a small table nearest the door and poured them both a drink, gesturing for Janet to join him.

"A turkraken," he said wistfully. "I'd never even imagined..."

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Eerie Indiana Drabble-and-a-Half: Turf War

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Marshall eyed the bubbling pot of viscous orange goo with a trepidation that was both obvious, and probably quite sensible.

"Dash," he said, trying his best to inject a little diplomacy into his tone. "Are you totally sure this is safe?"

Dash, to his credit, actually seemed to think about it.

"Well," he said as he emptied a economy-sized bag of tortilla chips into a large mixing bowl. "The fox didn't start smirking when he saw me looking up the recipe in that little book he gave me, which is usually a good sign. Or a less-bad sign, anyway."

"It's just," said Marshall, "I know I complained about how the Eeriplex price-gouges us on snacks, but I'm kind of worried that recreating cinema-level cuisine at home is going to bring the wrath of Poplio down on us."

Dash scowled.

"Eldritch abominations don't have a monopoly on processed dairy," he said.


Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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Eerie Indiana Drabble-and-a-Half: Double Digits

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The bouncy castle had thirteen turrets, an entrance shaped like the gaping mouth of a leering vampire complete with long and inflatable fangs, and a red and black colour scheme that made Marshall think that maybe Tod McNulty wasn't the only goth kid in Eerie after all.

"Where did you get this?" he asked his father.

Edgar glanced up at it, his expression turning from beaming to concerned as he took in the giant rubbery visage now occupying most of his front yard.

"Do you think it might be too scary?" he said. "We wanted to make Simon's tenth birthday special, and your mother and I know how much you boys love old horror movies, but..."

Marshall shook his head.

"Trust me, Dad," he said. "He's going to love it. It's just that I know another guy from school who's probably going to want the bounce-house company's details after this."

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Oncoming Lights

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In the pre-dawn quiet, Janet can hear the hiss of hydraulic brakes from three streets away. Her stride falters, the practiced, easy pace of her run interrupted by the suddenly-increasing pounding of her heart.

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: A Trap Draws Tight

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Miss Eerie sits straight and still in the chair, and it takes Syndi a few precious moments to realise what the movement at the edges of her vision really is.

In the cracked and crawling mirrors that now surround her, Miss Eerie's reflections are dancing. Her bodies are different, but no matter the arrangement of arms and legs and other, less-easily identified appendages, her movements are always wrong.

Syndi reaches for the air around her, finds it thin and unmoving. The spreading layer of fractured glass has covered the windows, the vents, even the air conditioner.

She is cut off.


Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Craft Supplies

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The backpack at her feet is sturdy, durable nylon in a no-nonsense dark blue that does not easily show stains or wear.

It's full of all the things a Lady might need; dry socks, wet wipes, a crochet hook threaded with Creten twine that will allow the user to navigate her way out of any labyrinth.

Syndi gestures to it, her head tilted at an interrogatory angle. It's a polite fiction, that she's asking permission, and one Miss Eerie grants with a gracious wave of one lustrous hand.

Syndi picks it up, holds it on her lap. Grips her knife.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: The Old Barn

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The music coming out of the old barn at the back of the McNulty property isn't what Marshall was expecting. True, Tod's tastes have broadened and expanded since his first introduction to the Pitbull Surfers, but his preferences remain... shouty.

Marshall can't hear voices at all, only the high, sweet piping of pipes and the frenetic fiddling of strings. He and Simon share a worried glance.

"Fairies?" Simon asks, the word more sigh than statement.

"Let's hope not," says Marshall, handing his trusted associate a fistful of cold iron filings.

They push the doors open, and step into the darkness.


Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Blood Moon

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The moon is blood-red, and all of Eerie's vampires have come out to enjoy it. They wear sunglasses and draw bright-blue lines of zinc across the bridge of their noses, and the whole thing is so silly that you could almost overlook the thick and viscous fluid filling up cocktail glasses decorated with paper umbrellas.

Almost.

Marshall Teller stands in the circular window of his parents' attic, framed by three dozen dangling garlic bulbs whose savoury scent is making him really, really want pizza. The front lawn is strewn with rice, but he'll keep watch 'til dawn, just in case.


Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Product Testing

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It's not his fault, not really, Marshall thinks, as Things Incorporated's latest foray into artificial intelligence spits out a seemingly endless scroll of ones and zeroes that resembles nothing so much as tears pouring down a square and backlit face.

The Michaels glance at each other, then turn as one to stare at him.

"Mars," says the Michael-who-once-was-small, "Did we just give your dad's program a nervous breakdown?"

Marshall swallows. Their ubiquity aside, he has nothing against the Michaels, but they aren't exactly trusted associates.

"Probably just a short," he says, knowing that's what his dad will say. "Don't worry."

Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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