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It's Tuesday, so today you get a choice between two prompts. Pick one, combine both, pit them against each other - on Tuesday, you choose!

This week, your options are:

Eerie Police versus Eerie Postal Service
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It's Tuesday, so today you get a choice between two prompts. Pick one, combine both, pit them against each other - on Tuesday, you choose!

This week, your options are:

Eerie Postal Service versus Eerie Police
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Marshall picked up the handful of "sorry you were out" cards, lit a pure white candle from one of the few still-consecrated churches in Eerie, and sat at the table while he passed them, one by one, through the flame.

"How's it looking?" asked Dash, coming into the kitchen with an armful of dirty laundry. He dumped in front of the washing machine, ignoring the hamper that stood less than a foot away.

"Seven cursed objects, one perishable food item that should still be good if we collect it tomorrow, and what I think is an eBay package for Simon."

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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Amelia Earhart sprinted past the wooden gazebo where feral water sprites gathered beneath the eaves, itching to drip down upon unsuspecting park-goers and slowly permeate the host consciousness for their own aqueous designs, slowed as she approached the rose garden populated entirely by carnivorous blossoms, and finally came to a gentle stop alongside the reflecting pool where a school of philately trout swam in slow and varicoloured circles.

The mail carrier on duty eyed her suspiciously, one hand resting lightly on the heavy brass franking machine at his belt. Philately trout were expensive and fragile, and as such, heavily protected.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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The wind howled and the flap of the letter box clattered loudly as the spectral mail carrier, intent on making up for lost time, thrust what sounded like a months' worth of ghost post through the mail slot. The dead letters hissed and fizzed as they made contact with the purified silver catcher mounted on the other side of the door, and the protective wards embroidered into the welcome map glowed yellow-white and gave off a smell like hot chocolate on a wintery morning.

Marshall Teller, bed-rumbled and hollow-eyed, stood beside the rapidly-accumulating pile, hoping for one name in particular.

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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It's Tuesday, so today you get a choice between two prompts. Pick one, combine both, pit them against each other - on Tuesday, you choose!

This week, your options are:

Eerie PD versus Eerie Postal Service
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One of the pot holes had half-swallowed a mail van that had been parked at the kerbside. The postal worker stood over the gravel-coated gullet, firing his standard-issue handgun down into a maw ringed with thousands of yellowed teeth.

Even if the pot hole gave up, Marshall wasn't sure how the man intended to get his truck free.

A barbed tongue, wet and pink and viscous with half-digested concrete, lashed out at the mailman's leg, earning itself a kick from boots laced with silver and cold iron for it's troubles.

No wonder they only lost one letter every sixty-two years.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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The ground floor of their apartment building had a row of mailboxes, one for each resident. Marshall walked along the neatly numbered metal boxes, the cold iron key that corresponded to their box humming faintly in his sweaty-palmed grasp.

Some of the boxes were dented, doors bulging outwards like something had tried to escape. A couple were missing their doors altogether, leaving only a jagged tear where the hinges should have been. One of them chattered angrily as he passed, something like a papery tongue darting out to taste the air in front of it.

There were only bills waiting.

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Marshall Teller heard the tell-tale clatter of the mail slot and headed out into the hall to collect the post. On a rubberized welcome mat etched with protective sigils carved by a obsidian blade lay a bulging manila envelope, it's surface smeared with glitter and gore. Inside it, something twitched and writhed.

He slipped on a pair of Kevlar gloves and lifted it carefully by one corner, searching for a return address as he headed back to the kitchen.

"Anything good?" asked Simon.

"Maybe," said Marshall. "Either there's another new cult opening, or Janet's sent us coupons for the Baitshop."

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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Ongoing Verse: Janet

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It's Tuesday, so today you get a choice between two prompts. Pick one, combine both, pit them against each other - on Tuesday, you choose!

This week, your options are:

Eerie Police versus Eerie Postal Service
evilinsanemonkey: Marshall Teller and Dash X from Eerie Indiana making eyes at each other (Eerie: Dash/Mars)
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Title: And Twice on Tuesdays
Rating: G
Length: 448
Author notes: For the [community profile] fan_flashworks challenge 254 "note" and the prompt "paper" from my bingo board. Inspired by a reference to Eerie's weird postal service made in The Roller Rink on the Edge of Forever by Deifire
Summary: In which Marshall has something he needs to mail and it’s a Tuesday and Simon’s nervousness makes a lot more sense when they get to the post office.

And Twice on Tuesdays
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It's the 14th of the month, and that's the date we put aside to think about all those amazing minor characters, places, organisations and general backdrop that make Eerie so compellingly watchable.

This month's theme is:

EERIE POSTAL SERVICE
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friendof_dorothy: Mitchell Taylor from Eerie Indiana: TOD lying on his back with his hands behind his head. (mitch)
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The Future is So Far Away (669 words) by miss_nettles_wife
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Eerie Indiana
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Janet Donner/Marshall Teller
Characters: Janet Donner, The Milk Man, Marshall Teller, Dash X, Simon Holmes
Additional Tags: Challenge fic
Summary:

Written for the Dreamwidth 666 word challenge March 2018. Janet, Dash and Simon in the aftermath of a fight with their worst nightmare.

I wrote this while I waited for my Skyrim mods to load but I hope that it's still acceptable hehe

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