To whom it may concern

The ice-cream counter had turned into something horrible, and for once it wasn't the result of the Eerie Dairy's creative approach to flavour combinations.

Marshall and Simon watched glumly as Mister Radford sealed up the last economy sized tub of Rocky Road, handing it off to another Radford, this one younger but dressed in an identical uniform. The second Radford disappeared behind a beaded curtain marked "Employees Only", cradling the ice-cream like it was a sleeping child.

"A salad bar, Radford?" asked Marshall. "Are you serious?"

Radford shrugged.

"Times are changing, boys," he said. "This is what my customers want."

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Ongoing Verse: Lost

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Sequel to The Off Season

The dark green slopes of Wolf Mountain were crawling with men in orange jump suits. A small crowd had gathered in the paved parking area which marked the entrance to the hiking trails and stood watching the proceedings with upturned faces. A hot dog stand bearing the World o’ Stuff logo and manned by two middle-aged women who both answered to the name of Radford had sprung up seemingly out of nowhere and was now doing a brisk trade with the interested bystanders.

“What’s going on?” asked Simon, the question muffled by a double-bacon chilli cheese dog that required the use of both hands.

“Dunno,” said Marshall, who was observing the jump-suited workers through a pair of army surplus binoculars. “Those guys look like they’re from the Bureau of Lost, but the focusing ring for these stupid glasses is missing, so I can’t see well enough to be sure.”

“Eerified again,” said Simon solemnly. “Can I have your nacho dog?”

“Sure,” said Marshall, switching the field glasses for a battered telescope. He put it to his eye, then lowered it with a huff of irritation. As usual, the other dimension was no help.

“Can I have your soda?” asked Simon.

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Title: Untitled
Author: Froodle
Disclaimer: Still not mine
Claim: Eerie Indiana
Prompt: 7, Lose
Characters: Mars, Dash
Word Count: for this part, 4087
Rating: PG13, though sadly only for language
Summary/Warning: Where else would you go searching for a lost past in Eerie? Also, not even SLIGHTLY finished.
Beta'd the hell out of by chibimarchy and scheherezhad, once again!

Fake cut is fake

Once again, enormous thanks are due to two amazing betas, chibimarchy and scheherezhad, without whom this fic would still exist, but in a much suckier, error-filled form. So if you find any mistakes, it is totally their fault and you should hurt them.

Title: Untitled
Author: Froodle
Disclaimer: Still not mine
Claim: Eerie Indiana
Prompt: 7, Lose
Characters: Mars, Dash, Simon
Word Count: for this part, 1105
Rating: PG13, though sadly only for language
Summary/Warning: Where else would you go searching for a lost past in Eerie? Also, not even SLIGHTLY finished.

Come here

Title: Untitled
Author: Froodle
Disclaimer: Still not mine
Claim: Eerie Indiana
Prompt: 7, Lose
Characters: Mars, Dash, Simon
Word Count: for this part, 3565
Rating: PG13, though sadly only for language
Summary/Warning: Where else would you go searching for a lost past in Eerie? Also, not even SLIGHTLY finished.

Part Twelve

Title: Untitled
Author: Froodle
Disclaimer: Still not mine
Claim: Eerie Indiana
Prompt: 7, Lose
Characters: Mars, Dash, Simon
Word Count: for this part, 1906
Rating: PG13, though sadly only for language
Summary/Warning: Where else would you go searching for a lost past in Eerie? Also, not even SLIGHTLY finished.

Fake cuts are the new black.

Parts seven and eight of my so-far unnamed Eerie, Indiana fic are now up on my LJ, with HUGE thanks to chibimarchy for such a quick beta!

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Just a little bit of Eerie, Indiana fic. No porn, sorry. I know, I suck, and not in the fun way.( Read more... )