Eerie Indiana Musical Mondays

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It's Monday, the start of the working week. To counter-act the post-weekend blues, cheer yourself up with Radio Weird: Songs of Eerie. Whether you're checking out some of eviinsanemonkey's amazing filks, or taking up deifire's awesome recommendations for Eerie-centric listening, or creating a musical fanwork of your very own, share your thoughts, and your favourites, in the comments!

( Stabbity Steve: a Murder Ballad by Eviinsanemonkey )

( After Wolf Mountain: a Filk by Eviinsanemonkey )

( Pay Attention: a Filk by Eviinsanemonkey )

( Krampus: an Eerie Christmas Poem by Eviinsanemonkey )

( Moo! A World o' Stuff advertising jingle by Eviinsanemonkey )

( Bigfoot Stole My Mail: a Musical by Owen Neil )

( Eerie, Indiana fanvids by Roseveare )

( Weird Science (Don't Leave My Arms): an Eerie, Indiana Melanie/Devon/Marshall fanvid by Current Joys )

Quotes from the Eerie Indiana Discord

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actually while im thinking about it since gay ppl are allowed in kids show now...wlw syndi teller?

Eerie Indiana on Channel Four

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TV
Tuesday 29 June 1993 29/6/93
BBC1: Wildlife 100 (r), EastEnders, The Good Life (r), May to December (r), 999 (r)
BBC2: Wimbledon, Delia Smith, Quantum Leap, Adultery
ITV: Emmerdale, The Bill, Film: Happy New Year (r), Rugby
Channel 4: Eerie Indiana, Sabu, Film: Face Value (P) pic.twitter.com/QnMYXVWaSj

— Cathode Ray (@Adrian_Dalby) June 29, 2020

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Misdirection

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"I thought you didn't do fishing," Marshall said, taking a seat on the salt-stained wooden planks of the old boardwalk.

"I don't," said Tod. "This is just a stick I use to look like I belong here. There isn't even any string at the end."

Marshall looked.

"Huh," he said. "So, if you're not fishing, what are you doing?"

Tod used the lineless, baitless stick to point out over the water. Off in the distance, Janet stood astride a makeshift pontoon. A net dangled from one hand and in the other she held a knife.

"I'm her decoy," he said.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Blind Spot

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"Remember," read the tall red safety warning on the back of the garbage truck, "If you can't see my mirrors, I can't see you."

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.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: A Spy?

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The dog was huge, it's bulky shoulders taller than Simon or Dash, and only a little shorter than Marshall. It's head was broad, the muzzle short and blunt, and thick white and brown fur framed a face permanently set in a mournful expression.

It wagged a plumed tail as it trotted down Main Street, clutching it's own leash neatly between powerful jaws. Glimpses of a bright yellow reflective collar could just be seen through it's heavy coat, and a silver tag shaped like a cartoon bone dangled at it's chest.

Fifi and Fluffy watched it go, eyes dark with suspicion.

Ongoing Verse: CAT

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Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Not the Usual Suspects

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The statues in Deadwood Park's small but well-appointed sculpture garden were on the move again.

Some careless idiot had decided to ignore the signs saying not to climb the statuary, fallen a good ten feet after a shove from a Venus made of reclaimed aluminium that sported rather more than two arms, and consequently bled all over the neatly-raked but very cursed gravel that lined the pathways winding between the figures.

Sara Sue didn't like dealing with the sculpture garden. Too much metal, too many hard, sharp edges. Though it was nice to see murderous artwork that wasn't her fault.

Ongoing Verse: Pay Attention

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Nightmare Neighbours

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The troll that lived under the covered bridge which spanned the mossy banks of the least-poisonous river to run through the Eerie Woods was, at minimum, twelve feet tall. It's broad shoulders and long, heavily-muscled arms were coated in lichen, currently a summer-bleached yellow. It had twin sets of protruding fangs that jutted over it's top and bottom lips, and it was currently stood on Simon's doorstep.

It did not look happy.

Simon looked up, and up, and up. Then he looked down.

"Let me guess," he said. "Harley."

The troll nodded, once.

Simon sighed.

"I'll get him," he said.

Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Selling Point

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"It's just there as a focal point," Chrissy said, stepping over the burnt and blackened outline of a human body twisted in agony. "Think how nice it would be on a cold November evening, curled up around the glowing embers of a fire."

She smiled at them, her teeth straight and white and far too numerous for anything even vaguely human.

"Perfect for romantic nights in, or scary movie marathons with friends."

Marshall looked at her with even more suspicion than the soul-eating realtor usually warranted.

"Have you been watching us?" he demanded.

Her smile widened.

"No," she lied, blatantly.


Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Prophecy

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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."

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Concert

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The green-sugar mice had tiny violins fashioned from candied orange peel and their flutes were dried and hollow fragments of cloves. Marshall wasn't sure the instruments should have made noise at all, much less the fast-paced jig the little animals were currently playing, but then again mice made of spun sugar and food colouring had no business being up and about, and here they were.

"Hi guys," said Tod, who was sitting cross-legged on a dusty blanket and leaning against one of the few patches of unoccupied wall space. "Come to watch the show?"

Marshall and Simon exchanged baffled glances.

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: A Visit Home

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The twisted face carved into the basin of the old fountain glared up at him, teeth bared as thin lips bent in a sneer. The water was stagnant and cloudy, and a thick layer of pond scum lay over the surface, but the hate in those eyes shone bright as the spare change littering the stone around it.

The boy with nickel teeth stared down at it for a long time, silver dollar eyes reflecting the murky liquid below alongside the blue of the sky above. He dropped a handful of detergent-smelling quarters into the fountain, turned, and walked away.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Convene

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Ice crackled in the branches overhead, and long summer grass frozen and dead from fright snapped and splintered underfoot as Syndi followed the path through the trees. The Lady of the Cold must have come this way, and fairly recently if the killing frost in the middle of August was any indication.

A nervous flurry of half-melted snowflakes sprung up around her ankles, and she forced herself to quiet them, pushing down the rising apprehension and the miniature zephyrs along with them. Her jitters might look like weakness to the things that waited up ahead, and she couldn't afford that.

Ongoing Verse: Weather

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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