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2020-07-02
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Eerie Indiana Thurberus Thursday
It's Thursday, the day we dedicate to Simon's absolute best boy, Sparky the Hellhound.
Switching it up again this week, here's King Ghidorable by AwwfulAdoptables:
Switching it up again this week, here's King Ghidorable by AwwfulAdoptables:
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hauntedavenport on Eerie Indiana
Join us as we investigate the center of weirdness in the town of Eerie, Indiana. https://t.co/7KfxkxLcd6 #eerieindiana #90stelevision #centerofweirdness #thehaunteddavenport pic.twitter.com/VX1pyeJoyT
— The Haunted Davenport Podcast (@hauntedavenport) July 3, 2020
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Eerie Indiana World UFO Day Challenge
Today is World UFO Day and you can bet Marshall and Simon are celebrating it in style! Why not mark the date with some extra-terrestrial themed fanworks?
Eerie Indiana Drabble: Origin Unknown
Marshall stared at that week's fourth pair of ruined mittens, then at the long, curved, obsidian claws poking through the bright orange and yellow wool.
"Simon," he said, his tone gentle. "I don't think that a baby yeti needs all this cold-weather gear."
Simon looked up from the tangled skein of yarn destined to become a woolly hat in colours to match the probably-unsalvageable gloves.
"We don't know for sure that he's a yeti, Mars," he said. "Whoever left him in a box on our doorstep didn't specify genus; he could well be a Bigfoot who has very pale fur."
Ongoing Verse: Microwave
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"Simon," he said, his tone gentle. "I don't think that a baby yeti needs all this cold-weather gear."
Simon looked up from the tangled skein of yarn destined to become a woolly hat in colours to match the probably-unsalvageable gloves.
"We don't know for sure that he's a yeti, Mars," he said. "Whoever left him in a box on our doorstep didn't specify genus; he could well be a Bigfoot who has very pale fur."
Ongoing Verse: Microwave
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Housekeeping
Marshall peered into the grimy recesses of the third-hand refrigerator that their landlord referred to, very misleadingly, as "white goods". He blinked.
"Guys," he said, picking up the emergency retrieval device shaped like a gaping shark-mouth atop a very long stick and sliding it carefully past the many jars of half-eaten pickles occupying the top shelf. "Does anyone know what this used to be?"
He eased a heavy-bottomed glass tumbler out from the forest of unidentifiable things floating in vinegar, holding it gingerly between the fingers and thumb of one rubber-gloved hand. It was half-full of a gritty brown substance.
Ongoing Verse: Microwave
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"Guys," he said, picking up the emergency retrieval device shaped like a gaping shark-mouth atop a very long stick and sliding it carefully past the many jars of half-eaten pickles occupying the top shelf. "Does anyone know what this used to be?"
He eased a heavy-bottomed glass tumbler out from the forest of unidentifiable things floating in vinegar, holding it gingerly between the fingers and thumb of one rubber-gloved hand. It was half-full of a gritty brown substance.
Ongoing Verse: Microwave
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Storage Solutions
Simon, who was currently using a wet-dry vac to clear a small vortex that had built up at the back of the oven, glanced over.
"Oh," he said. "It's just coffee grounds. Probably needs changing by now."
Marshall stared at the glass, then at the jar - shaped like a skull and decorated with every warding sigil that a man who dealt with the occult for a living and who also really needed his caffeine could think of - where a kilo of the World o' Stuff's specially-blended Dark Roast of the Sleep-Deprived Damned lay snug beneath an air-tight seal.
"Simon, why?"
Ongoing Verse: Microwave
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"Oh," he said. "It's just coffee grounds. Probably needs changing by now."
Marshall stared at the glass, then at the jar - shaped like a skull and decorated with every warding sigil that a man who dealt with the occult for a living and who also really needed his caffeine could think of - where a kilo of the World o' Stuff's specially-blended Dark Roast of the Sleep-Deprived Damned lay snug beneath an air-tight seal.
"Simon, why?"
Ongoing Verse: Microwave
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Odour Neutralisers
When some difficult, Simon disengaged from the miniature black hole where the heating element would usually be and closed the oven door.
"It's a deodoriser," he said. "It absorbs and neutralises any bad smells or evil ghosts that might get into the fridge."
He took in Marshall's horrified expression and added, "It's not the good stuff, though. This is from that economy-sized box your dad gave us to serve at client meetings when we first started out."
"Oh," said Marshall. Then, with more feeling, "Oh!"
"Yeah," said Simon. "That's why I only use it on really villainous spirits. Or scents."
Ongoing Verse: Microwave
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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History
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"It's a deodoriser," he said. "It absorbs and neutralises any bad smells or evil ghosts that might get into the fridge."
He took in Marshall's horrified expression and added, "It's not the good stuff, though. This is from that economy-sized box your dad gave us to serve at client meetings when we first started out."
"Oh," said Marshall. Then, with more feeling, "Oh!"
"Yeah," said Simon. "That's why I only use it on really villainous spirits. Or scents."
Ongoing Verse: Microwave
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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Lunchtime Workout
Dash eyed the headband-and-sweatpants wearing crowd ahead of him with a dislike he didn't trouble to conceal. All the terrycloth and lycra in attendance made it very obvious that this was a group that had left their valuables elsewhere, probably in a series of highly-secure lockers guarded by the spirits of the local community centre.
Really, if they were going to block the entire sidewalk in the middle of lunchtime, they should at least have the decency to be worth pickpocketing.
Someone, indistinguishable amongst the clot of bright colours and sweating flesh, blew a whistle. The group surged forward, cheering.
Ongoing Verse: Microwave
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Really, if they were going to block the entire sidewalk in the middle of lunchtime, they should at least have the decency to be worth pickpocketing.
Someone, indistinguishable amongst the clot of bright colours and sweating flesh, blew a whistle. The group surged forward, cheering.
Ongoing Verse: Microwave
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Breakage Within Tolerance
Simon looked at the glowing portal that hung in mid-air between Aisle 6.66 and Aisle 6.67. It was glowing a kind of sullen orange-red, and the faint sound of screams drifted on the sulphur-scented air that wafted from it's sixth-dimensional entrance.
"I am so sorry," he said again.
Mister Radford waved the apology away.
"Don't worry about it," he said. "These things happen."
"There's a gateway to hell in your store," said Simon.
"Well," said Radford. "I didn't say they happened often."
Simon turned to glare at his brother.
"Say you're sorry for eating the fabric of reality!" he scolded.
Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
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Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers
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"I am so sorry," he said again.
Mister Radford waved the apology away.
"Don't worry about it," he said. "These things happen."
"There's a gateway to hell in your store," said Simon.
"Well," said Radford. "I didn't say they happened often."
Simon turned to glare at his brother.
"Say you're sorry for eating the fabric of reality!" he scolded.
Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be
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Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Tea Time
Mary C. Carter arranged three slices of lemon neatly alongside the repeating rose pattern of a bone china saucer that was so thin as to be very slightly translucent. In the chair opposite her, the faintly-glowing spectre of her aunt nodded in approval.
"Auntie, can you even drink this?" Marisea asked.
Mary B. Carter flickered, her face changing from a teenage girl with long brown hair to a woman in her seventies wearing a white nightgown overlaid with a faded shawl, then back again.
"No," she allowed, her voice see-sawing between adolescence and old age. "But I like the ritual."
Ongoing Verse: Andrea/Marisea
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"Auntie, can you even drink this?" Marisea asked.
Mary B. Carter flickered, her face changing from a teenage girl with long brown hair to a woman in her seventies wearing a white nightgown overlaid with a faded shawl, then back again.
"No," she allowed, her voice see-sawing between adolescence and old age. "But I like the ritual."
Ongoing Verse: Andrea/Marisea
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Catch Up
Marisea poured her own cup, liberally laced with milk and sugar.
She ignored the plate of little cakes that sat next to the teapot - not being a fan of afternoon tea, she'd replaced daily deliveries of fondant fancies and pastel-coloured macaroons for cunningly rendered Plaster of Paris imitations shortly after her aunt's death. If Mary B. Carter had noticed, she hadn't said anything.
"So," she said, taking a sip. "What news from the spirit world? Ready for marriage number nine yet?"
"It's still only eight," said Mary B. Carter. "I didn't show up for Wedding Seven, so that doesn't count."
Ongoing Verse: Andrea/Marisea
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She ignored the plate of little cakes that sat next to the teapot - not being a fan of afternoon tea, she'd replaced daily deliveries of fondant fancies and pastel-coloured macaroons for cunningly rendered Plaster of Paris imitations shortly after her aunt's death. If Mary B. Carter had noticed, she hadn't said anything.
"So," she said, taking a sip. "What news from the spirit world? Ready for marriage number nine yet?"
"It's still only eight," said Mary B. Carter. "I didn't show up for Wedding Seven, so that doesn't count."
Ongoing Verse: Andrea/Marisea
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Pancake Breakfast
Sara Sue wielded the bottle of Squeezy Syrup with the same level of concentration she used for a paintbrush. Her canvas this time was the colour of palest gold, spotted here and there with patches of darker tan, and slightly bubbled.
Dash glanced over at her plate and grimaced.
"You're not planning to bring the smiley face pancake to life or anything, right?" he said.
Sara Sue snorted.
"Take another look," she said, making her fourth pass with the chocolate sauce. "There's not going to be enough space on this bad boy to fit my initials, much less a signature."
Ongoing Verse: Pay Attention
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Dash glanced over at her plate and grimaced.
"You're not planning to bring the smiley face pancake to life or anything, right?" he said.
Sara Sue snorted.
"Take another look," she said, making her fourth pass with the chocolate sauce. "There's not going to be enough space on this bad boy to fit my initials, much less a signature."
Ongoing Verse: Pay Attention
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Rational Concern
"Deep fried mac and cheese," said Tod, watching the pot of hot oil with the trepidation of a man who has seen into the roiling, grease-slicked heart of too many deep fat fryers. "Are you sure-"
"No," said Dash, taking four heavy-duty welders masks down off the wall and passing three of them to his fellow Future Homemakers. "That's why we're doing this at the Loyal Order of Corn, where if anything goes wrong we can escape through the Tachyon Portal and let Eerie drown in molten cheese."
Janet, Tod and the eels exchanged uneasy glances, and donned their face-shields.
Ongoing Verse: Janet
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Ongoing Verse: Microwave
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"No," said Dash, taking four heavy-duty welders masks down off the wall and passing three of them to his fellow Future Homemakers. "That's why we're doing this at the Loyal Order of Corn, where if anything goes wrong we can escape through the Tachyon Portal and let Eerie drown in molten cheese."
Janet, Tod and the eels exchanged uneasy glances, and donned their face-shields.
Ongoing Verse: Janet
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Ongoing Verse: Microwave
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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Atypical Childhood
It was Sara Sue's first time meeting a monster under the bed, and it had not gone how the monster expected.
"But why?" she asked, kneeling on the worn but well-vacuumed carpet of her rented room and peering into the dark space beneath a pink ruffled valance. "What's down there?"
The monster under the bed looked embarrassed, as much as an amorphous blob of blackness and fright could manage.
"Me?" it ventured. "Usually a few dust bunnies, a couple of lost socks. Occasionally a book someone got half-way through before abandoning."
Sara Sue thought about this.
"That's weird," she said.
Ongoing Verse: Pay Attention
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"But why?" she asked, kneeling on the worn but well-vacuumed carpet of her rented room and peering into the dark space beneath a pink ruffled valance. "What's down there?"
The monster under the bed looked embarrassed, as much as an amorphous blob of blackness and fright could manage.
"Me?" it ventured. "Usually a few dust bunnies, a couple of lost socks. Occasionally a book someone got half-way through before abandoning."
Sara Sue thought about this.
"That's weird," she said.
Ongoing Verse: Pay Attention
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