To whom it may concern

Marshall’s desk was a chaotic landscape of scribbled post-it notes, half-drunk cups of coffee long grown cold, and dog-eared tomes of arcane lore. Simon’s was equally crowded, although he’d at least attempted to impose some sense of order to the stacks of closely-written black and white notebooks and heavily annotated blueprints for a more efficient model of flamethrower.

The third desk was gone. Where it had once stood was a great glittering heap of emerald green that shifted and shimmered in the faint draft that came in under the ill-fitting sash window frame. Simon skirted ’round it in order to reach his own workstation, pulling a magnifying glass and a pair of tweezers from the hand-made desk tidy Harley had given him seven Christmases ago. It wobbled when he touched it, scattering paperclips all over the blotter, and Simon sighed as he scooped them back into the crooked and glue-encrusted depression designed to keep them contained. The paperclips immediately fell out again, but this time he let them lie.

Standing as far back as he could, he used the tweezers to pluck a single sparkling mote from the shining slope that had sprung up in their offices, examining it under the unexpectedly powerful magnification of a glass liberated from Syndi’s eyebrow care kit.

“What is it?” asked Marshall, his voice high and tight. A certain level of background weirdness was all well and good, but generally it was them coming to the strange rather than the strange invading their workspace. This was hitting a little too close to the bone for his liking.

Simon didn’t answer right away, turning the minute fragment this way and that beneath the lens.

“It’s a tiny derby hat with a buckle,” he said, discarding it at his feet and picking up another piece. “And this is a little green cauldron.” He let it drift to the floor, examining a third. “And that’s a shamrock.” He pocketed the magnifying glass with a sigh. “It’s St. Patrick’s Day confetti. Going on the size of the pile and assuming the desk is still under it, I’d say about sixty pounds of it.”

Marshall tugged the waste paper basket out from under his own desk.

“Thirty kilos,” he said, pulling out a crumpled and empty cardboard box and reading the label. “I didn’t even know you could buy that much confetti in one go.”

“It’s for parades and floats and things,” said Simon. “The Unkind Ones are working on a new kind with protection runes etched right into the tissue paper, but they can’t get the flakes small enough to go through a glitter cannon yet.”

Marshall made a distracted noise, picking at a ragged sheet of notepaper taped to one side of the box. He pulled it free with the sound of ripping cardboard and smoothing it flat against his thigh.

“‘Metric is superior to imperial’,” he read aloud, giving Simon a quizzical look.

Simon stared back at him.

“Did... has Dash picked a fight with the leprechauns over math?” he asked, his tone a mixture of incredulity and dawning horror.

Marshall looked at the viridescent mound occupying precious floor space in their small office.

“I left my car keys on his desk last night,” he said sadly.





Microwave-verse

Bonfire by froodle, in which Pinocchio is ruined forever

Gingerbread by froodle, in which there is a witch in the Eerie Woods

Leaves by froodle, in which plantlife finds Marshall entirely too enticing

Offspring by froodle, in which there are dragons

Based on Your Previous Purchases by froodle, in which Mars should really pay attention to Amazon's reccomendations

Housework by froodle, in which a rota cannot be agreed upon

Breakfast by froodle, in which Dash's attempts at cookery do not go well

Ghost in the Machine by froodle, in which a new laptop opens an old wound

Consequences by froodle, in which an encounter with leprechauns leaves the boys very tired indeed

The Microwave by froodle, in which Andrea Fantucci returns to Eerie after a considerable absense

The Eldritch Abomination in the Room by froodle, in which the microwave is most definitely not discussed

Basic Household Maintenance by froodle, in which manticores are inconsiderate houseguests

Torrential by froodle, in which there is a storm, and the boys eat ice-cream

Linens by froodle, in which Dash X makes a bed

Night Music by froodle, in which Simon is woken by a nocturnal visitor

In For The Night by froodle, in which Dash refuses to leave the house

Hound by froodle, in which Simon makes a friend

Errands by froodle, in which Simon has a to-do list

Waterlogged by froodle, in which Eerie experiences heavy rainfall

Wildlife by froodle, in which Simon and Marshall go to the beach

Rainbow by froodle, in which Dash fails to properly appreciate Michael Flatley

Jackolantern by froodle, in which the local pumpkin patch has a problem





Holmes Brothers

The End by froodle, in which Simon reads Harley a bedtime story

Drains by froodle, in which clowns are evil, murderous sacks of shit, and Simon is having none of it

Kaleidoscope by froodle, in which Simon has cause to regret buying cheap toys at the World o' Stuff

Sneakers by froodle, in which the latest Sky Monsters are released

Reception by froodle, in which Simon has problems with his mobile phone

Festival by froodle, in which Eerie's local businesses celebrate the summer

Strawberry by froodle, in which there is unauthorised hubbub in Eerie

Anticipation by froodle, in which Simon and Harley look forward to the Equinox

The Hut by froodle, in which Simon takes on the forces of Eerie solo