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After a hundred and five and a half years, the Milkman had experienced many things, witnessed even more, and thought that he'd have an appropriate response to most.

This, however, was a new one.

"What?" he asked, half-expecting that after over a century of running, time - and senility - had finally caught up with him.

"I said," Melanie repeated, with what was for her a remarkable display of patience, "Can you bend time so that I never have to preheat an oven ever again?"

It was such a Melanie Monroe sort of question that all the Milkman could do was laugh.

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"I don't preheat," Melanie said. "I never preheat. Preheating is for cowards and members of the slow-squad only."

"First of all, that's not a real squad," said Janet, taking the tray of chicken cutlets out of the still-cold oven and setting a clean sheet of cheesecloth over them. "Secondly, messing with the cooking times on raw chicken is a good way to become part of the 'died from diarrhoea' squad, and there's no way that leaves a good looking corpse."

Melanie grimaced, but allowed the temperature to be set and timer activated.

"Stupid murder chicken," she muttered. "Just cook already."

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The man-eating water horses that made their homes in the clear streams and babbling brooks of Deadwood Park were out in full force today, sunning themselves on wet river banks where the dark mud and verdant green plant-life made a fetching backdrop for candy-coloured coats and showed off glittering manes to their best advantage.

Janet Donner watched as one pastel-pink pony kicked a blood-stained picnic basket behind a nearby rock before resuming it's artful posing beside a child-sized waterfall, and shook her head.

"Every summer," she said. "You'd think people would learn."

"I'm going to ride one," said Melanie, grinning.

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The Roller Rink on the Edge of Forever, Chapter 26: Friendship's Edge

"Mars, if something bad happened between you and Dash—something really bad—you'd tell me, right?"


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Playing tag catch-up with the addition of Arcade Games, Canon-Typical Referenced Human Sacrifice, Canon-Typical Eyeball-Eating Corvidae, and Minor Barfing. Also, a Simon Holmes & Marshall Teller relationship tag, because apparently I didn't tag for that one much in the same way people don't cite common knowledge. Thank you so much to my wonderful beta!
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Program X (9437 words) by miss_nettles_wife
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Eerie Indiana
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Janet Donner/?, Marshall Teller/Dash X
Characters: Janet Donner, Dash X, Simon Holmes, Melanie Monroe, OFC, OMC
Additional Tags: Case Fic, (in the worlds largest pair of quotation marks), Death, autopsy, Dissection, moderate gore, paramilitary organizations, secret agents
Summary:

Janet's mission to investigate an abandoned premilitary base takes a turn for the interesting when she encounters an entity known as 'Program X'.

So. Long time no see >.>. this was meant to be an Advent but then it kind of took on a life of its own. Anyway, hope you like it. Or don't. the janet/? is just a little fun. It's pretty clear who 'the wife' is. 

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The Roller Rink on the Edge of Forever, Chapter 24: On the Edge of Goodbye

"I lost you. I let go."

"You did. But I didn't."


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Time got away from me in the weirdness of 2020 and I did not do Eerie Advent this year, so I hope this serves as my small holiday contribution to the fandom.
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 CANT STOP, WONT STOP, DONT KNOW HOW TO STOP 

...aka another gifset of Janet and Melanie set to Betty by Taylor Swift. This time taking more of a 'story' approach to a gifset rather than just like aesthetically. 
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 and Taylor Swift trojan horsing a gay love song into the CMAs........Here's another Eerie gifset overlaid with Betty lyrics, this time a wlw pairing: Janet and Melanie!


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This week, a record made and released by close collaborators Eerie, Indiana and Heart on a Chain received a re-release with a deluxe edition to celebrate its 20th birthday

Though the front cover of Marshall’s Theory of Believably, the joint album by bands Eerie, Indiana and Heart on a Chain names only those two bands, the project was a collaboration between all the members of the Indiana seven. The Indiana Seven were a close group of collaborators who had a close working relationship in the 90s, creating iconic tracks and albums. The cover, which depicts a lone man in a ghost costume was shot by Sara Sue, an artist/photographer who shot most of the Eerie, Indiana’s album covers, and a track labeled ‘we gave this track to Tod’ features the enigmatic artist known as Tod, who also helped on the band’s delayed record Broken Record. The album art is different from the works of both bands, with Eerie, Indiana frequently having a sort of DIY feel to their photoshoots and Heart on a Chain tending to the more abstract kind. These particular photos (remastered for the deluxe edition) depict various band members in the dessert wearing a sheet over their heads with large black eye holes. The cover is Holmes, peering from behind a large unlit bonfire at the viewer. The title is written in the handwriting of Janet Donner, who also features as the figure on the CD itself. Teller features on the back of the album, and the back page of the liner notes, waving goodbye. Inside the liner, there are images of X, with Monroe being absent, apparently due to having a broken leg at the time of the shoot following an incident at a waterpark.

The album features twelve tracks, with many of them focusing on the idea of cryptids and other mysterious entities to make up the metaphors of the song. On the idea for the Album, Donner said: We wanted to talk about love as we knew it. This broad, mysterious concept that so many people in their twenties make love out to be.” On what she thinks of love now, Donner then remarked: Love is being glad the world hasn’t ended yet. I’ll leave you to make of that what you will. On the album, both X and Teller have cited the other as an inspiration behind the tracks, which will not come as a surprise to anyone who frequently listens to Eerie, Indiana as the pairs sometimes tumultuous relationship is often at the center of the most controversial and interesting projects done by the band. But this album is, more than anything else, a happy one.

The first single released from this album was the track ‘Sometimes I Almost Miss You’ in the one-two punch style of Eerie, Indiana the track is titled like a break-up but is a love song. Over an energetic guitar track and drum machine, Monroe sings about the heart transplant she’d had some years before and how she believes that she can still feel the donor even though he’s (according to the lyrics) long gone and sweetly resting. The track is careful to avoid any religious implications, instead suggesting that the donor (who has since been identified as Devon Wilde) instead rests inside her chest. With X on the guitar and Holmes on the drum machine and (of all things) the triangle, Teller is free to singe verses from the perspective of the heart donor, viewing the world from inside Monroe’s chest while Donner provides very beautiful backing harmonies. The overall mood of the track is one of quiet love and happiness, as well as gratefulness to the young boy who gave her the second chance. Those familiar with the work of Heart on a Chain know that the transplant features heavily in their songs and it’s no surprise to see it here.

The second track released in the work was ‘Me and My Jackalope’ and fueled rumors about a relationship between Teller and his bandmate, Dash X. At the time, both were closeted at the request of the label to avoid scandal. “Being in the closest literally almost killed me.” Teller would reflect later, interviewing for a project he did, releasing tracks for an LGBT themed album in the 2000s.”The funny thing is, I don’t think anyone who listened to us gave a damn. We’d go on stage, and we used to stand so close our knuckles were almost touching getting up in each other’s face and people would just go crazy.” Me and My Jackalope is, as you may have guessed, a song about impossible love. A love that the singer, in this case, mostly Teller, keeps hidden under his bed, only bringing it out to play when he’s alone. It’s a slow, sad track with Teller crooning to his animal “If they saw you, then they’d send you away.” Both Holmes and Monroe are credited as writers on the track, with the usual Eerie, Indiana flavor of complicated guitar playing set aside in favor of Donner and a violin and Holmes playing an assortment of other instruments.

The third and final promotional single was meant to be Skylines, which lyrics from are also featured on the inside booklet of the album however at the last minute it was swapped out to the Meatloaf cover in the center of the album, Midnight at the Lost and Found due to ‘label meddling’ after it was decided they needed another upbeat track after Me and my Jackalope. The track is nothing special, a seemingly typical Eerie, Indiana cover. Eerie, Indiana frequently covered Meatloaf and Jim Stienman tracks, hoping to work with one or the other someday. Sadly, this collaboration never came to be. But it’s a fun song, much like the original version from the 1983 album by Meatloaf. Somewhat of a deep cut by today’s standards, but it’s fun. Which I think was probably the mission statement of this album if Dash X is to be believed (Yes, that’s his stage name, no I do not know his real name). ‘We were a bunch of 20 something friends given a studio and a year or two to do whatever we wanted. So we did whatever we wanted, which was being weird.’

Skylines and it’s reprise is a group effort, with every member of the group joining in with the writing process to produce something that could have gone astray but managed to come together into something coherent. Skylines covers the re-treaded ground of many bands, it’s a song set about missing people while on tour. Set against New York’s bright, iconic skyline the track is mostly led by Donner as she wonders what her lover is doing right now. Her lover, played by Teller wonders about if his lover will stay in New York, swept up by the bright skylines, and pleading for them to simply be theirs. The track has backing vocals from all of the members involved, including Holmes who mostly shies away from singing parts. ‘It’s not that I don’t love to sing.” He explains, “I’m just not very good at it. Marshall was always the singer, I’m much happier playing the drums, or a cello or something.”

The final track on the album, clocking in at nine minutes, is Cryptids (I Still Believe in You and Me). This track shows off the impressive guitar skills of Teller and X, this time paired with the violin playing from Donner who shows she can keep up with the boys by playing speedy, intense sections with precision. This Dash X penned track also has extensive work by Holmes on the drums and a solo from a very jazz saxophone in the third act. Ultimately, the song doesn’t quite come together, feeling disjointed and a little over-complicated. But...Maybe that’s how it’s meant to feel. Dash was never brought into Eerie, Indiana as a writer, he was brought on to foil with Marshall on stage and because he was the only person the label could find that could play the punishingly difficult riffs Teller produces. On his Instagram speaking about pride X has suggested that a lot of his music was changed during production because it was too overtly about men, while Donner and Teller both proficiently changed pronouns in there songs, or stuck to calling their love interests you.

The album has three tracks that feel like filler, the intermission track which is not unusual on the cinematic, large scale Eerie, Indiana albums, a seemingly ‘story’ track called ‘Lost in Time’ which is a piece of Holmes poetry performed by Donner and an odd little track called ‘We Gave This One To Tod’ While the enigmatic Tod was often credited on Eerie, Indiana albums and opened for them at live shows he never quite reached the level of recognition his peers did. However, seeing the bizarre and experimental nature of his work, and his goth and punk leanings I think it’s safe to assume he was happier underground than his friends were blinded by the lights of showbiz. This piece features heavy synths and a drum machine. It doesn’t hit for me, but perhaps for a fan of Tod, it could be a holy grail.

On this version of the album, known as the deluxe edition, we’re given three additional tracks. A demo version of Elvis and the Mothman, which is lyrically the same slowed all the way down with the shouting chorus replaced with a mouth against the mic crooner style. The released, upbeat anthem style track is a far better fit for the album. Baba Yaga in Heels is a Heart on a Chain only track, perhaps why it was discarded. It features a techno style dance beat, with the lyrics being about a night out with Baba Yaga, a Banshee, and a harpy. Ultimately, the lyrics are not that impactful but they don’t need to be. The final listed track is a cover of Meatloaf’s Bat out of Hell, which lyrically and sonically is almost identical to the original.

Overall, what Marshall’s theory of Believability tries to do is ambitious. It’s an album between two experiential groups of friends trying to make something that they enjoy. But it’s not the best work of either group, which is a shame because it could have been something very special if they were given a little more time to work out some of the kinks and if they pruned some of the tracks that are superfluous to the story of the album. I’m happy to have a copy in my collection, but honestly, I’d rather listen to something the group produced independently anyway.
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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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."

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The Eerie Municipal Art Gallery and Performance Space didn't exactly throng with well-heeled art-lovers and wealthy supporters of local culture, but it was a decent enough turn-out.

Sara Sue stood beside the section of white wall dedicated to her paintings, watching the small crowd with an expression of naked apprehension on her face.

Melanie Monroe appeared at her side, two glasses of room-temperature white wine in one hand and a plate full of free cheese in another.

"Booze?" she asked, tilting one of the glasses slightly in Sara Sue's direction.

"Oh, corn bless you," said Sara Sue, taking it. "Yes."

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It was cold, and the black denim jacket she wore was better for making her look cool than it was for keeping her warm.

Melanie Monroe shivered, drawing the stiff fabric tight about herself and wishing, not for the first time, that it was possible to wear a big coat in this town and not have everyone assume you were stealing Dash's look.

"Devon," she whispered, the word spoken more to the blood moving through her veins than the air outside her body.

She felt him stir in the quiet spaces between their shared heartbeats, and sudden warmth suffused her.

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"Oh," says the Harvest King, speaking through her ex-boyfriend's face, and if she needed proof that this isn't really Marshall - at least, not right now, and she tries not to think that it might not be ever again - it's in the smooth, even tone of his voice.

Marshall, who tensed up if he thought Melanie was playing pinfinger a little too fast, wouldn't be this calm after almost maiming her.

Although, given what the things in the lake have done in service of their "repairs", maybe it still counts as a maiming.

She flexes her hand, whole but still damaged.

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I used to love these two shows. I was around 7 when they came out but they were different to than the usual teen comedy genre. More surrealistic. It’s a shame that neither lasted a longtime. Parker Lewis has a decent run But Eerie Indiana Only aired 19 episodes I think. I know the kid who was the main character in that went on to be in one of my favorite 90s movies Matinee directed by Joe Dante. Anyway two great cult shows

I rewatched Eerie, Indiana last year on Amazon Prime. Held up pretty well to me. I miss these type of shows.

Muroid: They keep the episodes stored in Foreverware.


DesperatePleasure: Loved both of these shows. With Erie, one episode a girl with a hear transplant or something. I think she was in Roseanne for a bit. First TV crush or the moment I hit puberty cause my chest felt like it was gonna explode.

Duckstomp: For some reason I remember there was a scene in Parker Lewis with a banner in the background that says, "thanks for not watching Eerie Indiana" or something similar.

vman_isyourhero: Dude from Eerie Indiana is the main in Hocus Pocus and now he's a weed man.

NoPastaForGrandma: For any eerie Indiana fans, I highly recommend Gravity Falls. Because it’s an animated Disney show aimed at kids I would never have watched it if it weren’t for countless praises by adult critics as suitable for adults. Then I read an interview with the creator who literally said that he loved Eerie Indiana as a kid and that you can’t pitch a show as “basically this show I like a lot that got cancelled too soon but new” but that’s essentially what it is.

Same general vibe, but even better: funnier and an overarcing plot throughout the series. Worth checking out if you have fond memories of Eerie Indiana.


SANTOSHiHoHiHoHiHo: Haven't seen Parker Lewis since the 90's. Eerie Indiana is still great.

TheColorWolf: That corn episode of eerie gave me nightmares. I love it.

ChrisTosi: Didn't Eerie, Indiana come out a couple of years after Parker Lewis?

80sBadGuy: There was a period of time I considered Eerie, Indiana the best show on television.

And that period is now!
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Melanie closed the heavy cold-iron gates behind her, feeling the familiar pins-and-needles-like sting of the warding magic as it brushed against her bare fingertips and the ghost-touched blood pumped by her haunted heart reacted to it's presence.

She looked around, taking in the other visitors walking the well-maintained paths that would through the Eerie Cemetery. All of them were thickly wrapped in heavy winter coats, their faces hidden in sombre hats and hand-knitted scarves, gloved hands shoved deep into fleece-lined pockets.

She shrugged off her light denim jacket and folded it carefully over one arm. It was always warm here.

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Inside the tall iron gates of the Eerie Cemetery, the air was warm and the ground was dry.

Melanie slipped off the oversized black denim jacket, heavy with badges made from a home printing kit that took up most of the space in Tod McNulty's bedroom and plastered over with hand-sewn patches from the same source.

"Hey Devon," she said, addressing the greeting to both the stone cherub and the wisp of shadow that hung around it even on the brightest day. "How's things?"

The hazy patch of darkness said nothing. The statue too was silent.

Melanie stood there, waiting.

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The waves snapped hungrily at her feet, and the wet sand sucked at her dirty pink converse with a hunger she could almost feel.

In the surf near the shore, the little mackerel soldiers were darting back and forth, their bodies flashing silver against the white and foaming crests. Further out, the human heads and torsos of mermaids bobbed amidst the gentle swells, long wet hair bright and gleaming against their bare shoulders and barely-there seashell bras.

Beside her, Melanie's black sneakers left imprints that were quickly wiped away, and the incoming tide split and flowed around her.

"They don't like me as much as they like you," she said, and her voice was full of sympathy.

Janet didn't seem to hear her, and when Melanie reached for her best friend's hand, for a moment it was cold and slick and rasped like scales against her fingers.

Then Janet blinked and her eyes were brown again, not the aching and hungry blue-grey of the lake.

"Sorry," she said, shaking her head. "I missed that bit."

One of the mermaids made a rude gesture at Melanie, which she returned with both hands.

"Never mind," she said. "It wasn't so important, anyway."

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The staircase that wound it's way to the highest points of the Eerie Library was wrought iron, cold to the touch no matter how high you turned the thermostat, painted a light-sucking black that never varied with the lighting.

Metal steps rang as Tod climbed it, heavy boots shaking the thin structure, hands in fingerless gloves clutching the icy filigree of the bannister.

Ahead of him, Melanie Monroe pressed one finger to her lips.

"Shh!" she hissed, at least a thousand times louder than Tod's footfall. "You gotta be sneakier about this!"

Tod nodded. The forbidden sauce recipes lay ahead.

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The dangerous words were long and spindly, crawling about on legs made of a thousand thin fonts or wriggling segmented bodies full of punctuation as Janet tried reading them back into the book and Melanie sprayed them with a garden hose carefully decorated with warding sigils drawn in permanent marker.

"I thought you said the things in the lake couldn't read," she complained.

"I said the Mackerel Soldiers didn't read or write any of the Dry Lands' languages," said Janet. "I didn't say anything about Deep Ones leaving tomes of eldritch lore laying about above-water."

"I'm going to kill Marshall."

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It's Mad Sunday here on the Isle of Man. On a normal year, anyone on the island can ride the TT Mountain Course, going way too fast on a slippery road that kills a couple of expert riders every festival. Cancelled this year due to the outbreak, in honour of a tradition that amounts to "be reckless, possibly die", your themed challenge for today is to create something around Melanie and/or Devon.

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