eerieindiana | Entries tagged with trope: multiverse

What if that wasn't just a mirror you were looking into, but an alternate universe?
— JawnRaw (@JawnRaw) October 20, 2020

Chill as fuck! We watched show called Eerie Indiana as kids like twilight zone. It was at some point in the 90s. I think an episode was based on that theory.
— Goddess of Advice (@AngieElvebak) October 20, 2020

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Eerie, Indiana predicted many things. Some have correctly suggested that viewing it in its entirety would body switch you into the world of the program and when enough children were collected the difference between our realities would blend completely together. @WerewolfRadar https://t.co/YU4SkKTIAH
— Only Work Outs (@exploder) September 12, 2020

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So after [livejournal.com profile] friendof_dorothy and [livejournal.com profile] deifire respectively made me remember fanmixes and Five Things fic in the space of a single day, I decided it would be fun to have a Fandom Tropes challenge once a month, to remind us of all the stuff that used to be super common in fandom that maybe we don't see as much as we'd like to these days.

Your prompt for this month is:

FLOWERSHOP AU

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One of the Time-o-Saurs had broken loose, tearing through a weak point in the net of dino-proof twine that held their reality separate from what Marshall still, despite everything, thought of as "regular Eerie."

The first thing it had done was come for the time canoe, still stored at the very back of the cupboard under the stairs in Marshall's parents' house.

Luckily, the regular canoe his dad had bought under the influence of The Donald's subliminal advertising had acted as an accidental decoy, and the Time-o-Saur had left clutching it's worthless orange prize, leaving their secret weapon behind it.

Ongoing Verse: Milkman

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Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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"So," she said, once she was back in her seat with a sufficiently-doctored drink in front of her. "What am I doing here?"

"I'm not entirely sure," the Milkman confessed. "This is my sixty-seventh-and-a-half go 'round and I can't tell if I'm trapped in a time-loop and pulling you in or if it's the other way around. For all I know, it might even be something else entirely."

Janet thought about this, one hand absently tapping a long column of ash away from a cigarette that had burned all the way down much faster than it should.

"Hmm," she said.

Ongoing Verse: Milkman

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Ongoing Verse: Janet

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The three-eyed cow painted on the side of the milk truck stared at Janet as she approached, the bovine grin wide and leering, a single cornstalk clutched between wide, blunt teeth.

The Milkman had told Janet she'd be safe, and weighing the risks of trusting him against her dislike of black coffee, she'd decided to risk it. She'd encountered the occasional evil Marshall before, but to a one they'd all sported goatees and were therefore pretty easy to avoid.

Still, she breathed a little easier once she was back inside, a tall glass bottle of half-and-half cool in her hands.

Ongoing Verse: Milkman

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Ongoing Verse: Janet

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froodle

One of the good things about the abandoned realities, Janet reflected, was the way entropy just... stopped working.

The unopened bag of Dark Gods' Darkest Roast Ground Coffee was as fresh as if it had been stored in ForeverWare, the water from the tap in he kitchen ran cold and clear, and the packet of filters were white, crisp and untroubled by dust despite having sat on the shelf for Corn-knew how long.

"Thanks," said the Milkman, as she slid a mug across the spotless tabletop towards him. "There's milk and stuff in the back of the truck, if you want."

Ongoing Verse: Milkman

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Ongoing Verse: Janet

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"Thanks for the heads up," Janet said wryly. "Did any of the other me's manage to figure it out?"

The Milkman pulled a sheet of paper from the breast pocket of his crisp white uniform. The ink on it was fresh enough to smudge slightly under his fingers, but the paper was yellow-brown and brittle with age. He handed it over.

"Huh," said Janet. "Somewhere between seventy-eight and eighty-three, allowing for time dilation caused by loose twine on the time canoe. And apparently I'm not to ask Mister Radford for his age under any circumstances."

"Seems wise," agreed the Milkman.

Ongoing Verse: Milkman

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Ongoing Verse: Janet

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froodle

Janet lit up, pausing for a moment to savour the taste of tobacco and nicotine while she inspected the latest (relatively speaking) version of Marshall.

He was old, but not as old as he'd been the first (second?) time she'd met him as the Milkman. Older than her parents and most of the teachers at school. Somewhere around Mister Radford's age, or at least around the age that Radford presented himself as.

"You'll only get a headache," the Milkman warned her. "One of the other you's even passed out trying to work it out. Gave herself a nosebleed and concussion."

Ongoing Verse: Milkman

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Ongoing Verse: Janet

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"Sorry!" this version of Marshall repeated. "I didn't want to turn on the light in case someone was watching the Baitshop and caught me hiding out here."

"It's okay," Janet lied, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a crumpled packet of cigarettes. She placed one between her lips, then paused.

"Is this one of the empty realities? I don't want to smoke in here if another one of me is going to catch hell for it somewhere along the timeline."

"You're good," the Milkman assured her. "This iteration's been abandoned since the timestream flooded a hundred years from now."

Ongoing Verse: Milkman

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Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Marshall Teller's touch was gentle as he laid the comic flat on the coffee table in his parent's living room, handling the cheap paper less like a valued artefact and more like a pet tarantula that, while docile enough for now, might still bite if provoked.

"Simon," he said, voice hoarse. "What do you see?"

Simon glanced over.

"Superman versus the Intergang?" he said. "I don't know what that is."

Marshall shook his head.

"The advert on the other side," he said.

Simon gasped.

"It's a photo of us!" he said. "Marshall, we're famous!"

At least he hadn't said "Omri".

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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Janet stabbed a paring knife into one slimy tentacle, kicked free of another that stared at her with a thousand human-looking eyes, and slammed the Black Door closed with a clang that echoed across thirteen different realities.

Tod McNulty, covered in mustard, breadcrumbs and the blood of things that had no place in a sane world, immediately shoved a long work bench up against it.

"From now on, I'm only making normal-shaped pretzels," he vowed. "No more non-Euclidean geometry made out of dough, ever."

Janet nodded.

"Same," she said. "Although if that thing comes back, I'm turning it into schnitzel."

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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(set in the same world as Underwater)

The sky is rusting.

That's the first thing that Janet thinks, when she opens her eyes to a world of red and brown. Down at the Baitshop, the air was thick with the smell of brine and exposed metal corroded faster than you could say "table three just got eaten by mermaids, better close their tab."

This place had a similar smell, but deeper, somehow, more ground-in. Metallic, like the Baitshop. Bloody, like the Baitshop. But also stale, which is something she'd never said about the listing restaurant with it's red-streaked floorboards and tanks of colourful sushi swimming in shoals.

She sat up, head pounding, stomach lurching. She was dizzy and sick, and the sky was a metal dome spotted with rivets and pitted with rust.

"Janet Donner," says a voice at her elbow, familiar and strange all at once, and she spins and tries not to throw up.

Syndi Teller raises white hands tipped with blood-red talons, eyes wide beneath a black domino mask.

"Wait!" she says. "Don't be afraid! I'm not here to torture information out of you or anything!"

"What?" Janet almost screams. She doesn't know Marshall's sister all that well, but she'd never come off as the torture-for-information type.

Syndi stands. Her shoulder-pads jut out sharply and the lines of her all-black power suit are severe. She's wearing lipstick and stiletto heeled shoes the same venous red as her nail polish, and on one crisply pointed lapel there gleams a silver brooch bearing the Things Incorporated logo.

"I'm sorry!" she says, wobbling on too-high heels. "It's been a long time since I had a conversation with someone that didn't revolve around super-villainy. I'm out of practice."

She removes the domino mask, revealing perfectly applied smoky eye-shadow and, for some reason, a monocle. She removes that too.

"Dress code," she explains. "Not sure why the Mad Science division is issued monocles when we just tear the eyes out of someone else's head when ours wear out, but here we are."

She stares down at Janet, who tries to remember if Marshall's sister's eyes were always brown.

She'd thought they were blue. Marshall's were blue. Who's eyes was she looking into right now?

"You've probably guessed that this isn't your world," she says.

Janet nods, slowly. It makes sense, and the knowledge is strangely comforting; her world, of blue skies and black waters and tentacles made of rice, is still out there. She'd been lost before and made it home. She can do it again.

"I need you to find Marshall," says Syndi. "The Marshall who exists in your reality. And," she hesitates, swallows a little, and blinks the tears out of her stolen eyes, "I need you to find my Mom."

"Oh," says Janet, who can sort of relate to missing your family, but is also still a little hung up on the eye-gouging, mad science, and that awful metal sky. "Okay, I guess."

She swallows, then asks:

"Do you have a milk truck I could borrow?"

Ongoing Verse: Janet

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Ongoing Verse: Teller Family History

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Ongoing Verse: Milkman

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The door had not been there before. Radford knew every inch of every reality's iteration of the World o' Stuff, and he knew that this door belonged in none of them.

It was painted a dull utilitarian grey, with a small glass window at the top. The glass was reinforced with wire and the light that came through it shone gold and red.

Against his better judgement, Radford took a step closer, then another, seeking the source of that ruddy autumnal glow.

Now he could see through the little aperture, and he saw that behind this door lay another one, a door made of thick glass that warped and bubbled as he watched. Without taking his eyes off it, he groped for the cordless phone that lay on the counter behind him, and punched in the number for the Wilson Twins from memory.

If Eerie's most diversified hobbyists hadn't already branched out into stone-masonry, they were about to get their chance.

Ongoing Verse: The Powers That Be

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Marshall stood in front of the huge glass display case that ran down the centre of the room, staring past rows of ornate antique clocks at the man on the other side.

The man, who was also Marshall, though older, gave an awkward wave. He pointed towards the far end of the long room, where a small gap allowed visitors to the Eerie Museum of Horology to circle around the cabinet housing some of history's most important timepieces, and made a questioning sort of shrug.

Marshall shrugged back, then nodded, heading off in the direction his older self had indicated.

Ongoing Verse: Milkman

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Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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froodle

I was witness to a freakish time-space anomaly in Hull. The riders talked of a wastey, they used the name 'wasteland', they even had discussions about whether they thought it was ok to name it that. When I got to this alternate wasteland the vibe was freakish and preternatural. Thoughts of the twilight zone and early outer limits scenarios were whirling around in my head. The Hull-wastey flatbar was considerably lower than newcastle's counterpart but the surroundings, choice of obstacles and surface were largely identical. Their pole jam is welded and fitted much like ours, the manny pad is slightly better because it has coping down both sides, the quater is slightly less well made but is an exact replica in all its dimensions. I've rode carbon copy skateparks before but I could accept them because they were both made by the same company. This Hull spot is terrifying, more than a simple homage it's a carbon copy. Safe Nath, Tom Blyth and the boys who built this have never been to Newcastle either which makes it more likely that there's some fucked up psychic link going on akin to the Tommyknockers or Eerie Indiana or some si-fi shit.

Be afraid be very afraid.

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Muchxs tuvimos un primer acercamiento a las dimensiones paralelas con Eerie Indiana
— nunsploitation (@400Peliculas) September 13, 2019

Mi serie preferida de niña
— Jota N (@JNNiz) September 13, 2019

La mía también!
— nunsploitation (@400Peliculas) September 13, 2019

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Eerie, Indiana/The X-Files: 'I knew it!'

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Khloe and Kourtney take Eerie, Indiana #realitysitcomcrossovers
— Pat Johnson (@JerzDevl2000) August 6, 2019

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A portal to another world opens in front of you. You don’t know how long it will stay open or if you’ll be able to get back … — Hell yeah I would go through and I would like for it to be a world of weird and Unsunal thing, like Eerie, Indiana. If you h… https://t.co/FBuD5LcNuU
— Ty Taylor (@TyTaylor1992) June 8, 2019

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How am I just now watching Lodge 49? It’s like Eerie, Indiana for adults. pic.twitter.com/Jm3ul6uODD
— Rachel Rappaport (@coconutlime) May 15, 2019

Holy carp I auditioned for this as a child! Eerie, not Lodge obvs. And no I didn’t make the cut. Blast from the past!
— Aidan Nulman (@anulman) May 15, 2019

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@amazon Eerie, Indiana sequel/pilot concept idea by me. featuring @justinshenkarow as simon holmes. omrit katz as marshall teller and james marsden as dashx or this can't happen lol pic.twitter.com/lyD0xBFXuC
— m.k. vail (@embracethemads) March 31, 2019

froodle

eerie indiana reboot idea: omri katz would play the milkman (if he was down of course)
— m.k. vail (@embracethemads) March 30, 2019

eerie indiana reboot idea: this would serve as a sequel and reboot. 30 years have passed since the weirdness has left eerie. marshall (omri katz) hasnt been seen in a decade. @justinshenkarow as simon has gotten used to living a normal life, though he keeps the archive (1 of ?)
— m.k. vail (@embracethemads) March 30, 2019

eerie indiana reboot ctd: of the cases of weirdness they invested together. everything is normal until one day when marshall (as the milkman) and dash x (played by james marsden) pull simon into the lost hour to warn him that one dimension cannot contain the weirdness of (2 of?)
— m.k. vail (@embracethemads) March 30, 2019

eerie indiana reboot ctd: eerie. after a heartwarming reunion, marshall returns to his job as the milkman (retconning the various incarnations of eerie) dash x has "some things to do" but tells simon he'll be back. as the weirdness bleeds thru the dimension that has (3of?)
— m.k. vail (@embracethemads) March 30, 2019

eerie indiana reboot ctd: confined the weirdness for so long. back in eerie, two teenagers knock on simon's door. the teen tell simon "they" said that you could help us (if you are unfamiliar with "they" refer to the in universe book "they say". the pilot ends with a (3of?)
— m.k. vail (@embracethemads) March 30, 2019

eerie indiana reboot ctd: new generation of kids being shown all of marshall and simon's original cases cases. he tells them they better brush up on the town's history. elsewhere a mysterious figure kicks their way out of a foreverware. ~fin
— m.k. vail (@embracethemads) March 30, 2019

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@TheCitizenD @eerieindianalj1 this is one of the most #EerieIndiana Tingle titles I've seen yet https://t.co/TCxw5gLLIX
— William Arthur (@Wart_M) March 18, 2019

here is new tingler very important to me with issue i deal with very much when i think on 'how am i here? what is life on these timelines?' please enjoy POUNDED IN THE BUTT BY THE CRUSHING EXISTENTIAL WEIGHT OF SENTIENT SELF-AWARENESS out now on amazon https://t.co/d8MYPC4Iar pic.twitter.com/swZkHxiJcD
— Chuck Tingle (@ChuckTingle) March 18, 2019

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Look, I know you’re all probably right, but hear me out. What if our children are actually OUR PAST?
— John Hodgman (@hodgman) February 14, 2019

This is an episode of 'Eerie, Indiana', ergo: it's true!
— bobby aherne (@bawwby) February 14, 2019

froodle

The guy next to me on the train hummed loudly for the whole ride, so I guess today is going to be weird in very mundane ways.
— Ann McShane (@mcprovenance) February 13, 2019

You’re gonna have an Eerie, Indiana kinda day
— ⚡️Jake Mason⚡️ (@jj_mason) February 13, 2019

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Read the whole thread here.

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You'll never look at Tupperware the same again! 😁
— Cosmic Ricey (@CosmicRicey) September 21, 2018

I remember that family...
— Jacqui (@ThatJacquiOne) September 21, 2018

The episode where Marshall enters the "real world" where his life is just a TV show blew my mind. I'd never thought of a fictional character making that sort of revelation before. This was before Last Action Hero, Deadpool et cetera, obviously.
— Dan Sjöström (@dansjostrom) September 21, 2018

I adored that show by didn't get to watch it in its entirety until a few years back. The Tupperware episode, the daylights savings episode, the ATM episode and the meta episode always stuck out for me...and the one where Rene Aubergois (Odo) is Satan. I love the whole show
— bojak90 (@bojak90) September 21, 2018

Dude, Eeerie, Indiana was my JAM! They aired it on Fox Kids over here when I was a kid and I freaking loved it.
— Mr. Odomino (@MrOdomino) September 21, 2018

A Eerie Indiana review? pic.twitter.com/KygL1TrvRQ
— DchanZockt (@DchanZockt) September 21, 2018

Yup ! You could ask Joe Dante, he's on Twitter and very chatty about Eerie Indiana
— 🎄Mea🎄 (@Meeea) September 21, 2018

Love that show, and I had a crush on Omri Katz. Loved the Hey dude video, I also loved watching nick at nite.
— Nancy B (@Nancytweetstv) September 21, 2018

I just rewatched that a few years ago! Maybe it was nostalgia, but I still really liked it
— Lemon Suk (@brandenjohnson) September 21, 2018

Ooooh I used to love that show! My favorite episode was the one where the twins had to sleep in the anti-aging tupperware every night.
— thanks for nothing, hogwart (@carrieislost) September 21, 2018

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fascinating pic.twitter.com/c4qVa9LO3t
— PubicZirconium 🌈💎🚩💎🌈 (@PubicZirconium) July 27, 2018

Also, "Pubic Zirconium" is totally Nigel Zircon's online handle.

froodle

I've gotten really behind on a bunch of podcasts and have just started a WTNV binge-listen to get myself caught up. This next part is cut in case some of you are as far behind as I am and want to avoid spoilers:

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So, crossover with the Other Dimension, with the Loyal Order of Corn, with Scariest Home Movies, or all three?

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10 of 10, my good folks - the last bit (and the longest!) set in the s3!verse (for now). I want to thank everyone for the feedback - it's good motivation for writing more!

( I think this all stemmed from a discussion about Mars's cornflakes love. )

froodle

So, this was written in response to

deifire's prompt over at the Fic Fest, Three, but also totally germinated by

eviinsanemonkey's earlier prompt, "through a portal in the Eerie Cemetery, three witches enter Eerie and descend on the town in search of children's souls to keep them young. A cat and a boy who looks disturbingly like Marshall Teller follow."

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froodle

Sunday night we had this incredibly gross muggy heat that basically made sleep impossible, and Monday morning I felt so much like headachey, nauseated ass that even a shower couldn't make me human again and I ended up calling in sick to work.

Long story short, I spent most of the day napping on the sofa, writing Eerie ficlets, and drinking hot chocolate while Hocus Pocus and Trick 'r Treat played in the background.

And now I want a story where Danielle and Laurie from Trick 'r Treat are Mister Chaney's nieces, and he's all about tradition so he's super disapproving of the fact that they (and also I reckon their mum, who is Mr. C's free-wheeling big sister and the first one in the fam to break with tradition) have joined Lupa, an all-female werewolf pack, and IDK, maybe Danielle and Laurie are road-tripping with Janet and Marie around Halloween, and they end up in Eerie, and also I think secretly there are unicorns in Eerie and unicorns and werewolves are enemies, and then they fight or something. IDK. Basically I want fic about Laurie and Danielle, is what I am saying.

Also, you know how EI:the Other Dimension had Stanley and... someone else, and they were essentially that reality's version of Simon and Mars? I think Max, Dannie and Binx were the Mars, Simon and Dash of yet another reality, the one Hocus Pocus is set in. Like, these three, or versions of them, exist again and again throughout the multiverse, and they're a floodgate to keep the tides of weirdness at bay.

So, those are some thoughts that I have. Basically, I want more stories, all the stories, forever.

chibimarchy.livejournal.com

My Eerie muse has come back to me! So now, I bring you fic. :)

Title: Opposite Day
Fandom: Eerie, Indiana
Rating: PG
Pairing: none, sorry! totally gen-fic.
Summary: It wasn't the first time Mars had woken up in some bizarre parallel universe... but this might be the weirdest yet. Especially when Dash is the normal one.
Disclaimer: Last time I checked, I didn't own Eerie. Not yet.
A/N: Part of me and my cousin's s3!Eerie-verse (the other drabbles are in my masterpost under the untitled!verse heading). It began with a discussion about Marshall's love of cornflakes and totally got out of control from there. Also, this has been many months in the making, and it's still unfinished-- I just don't know how to resolve this particular plot is all. *shrug*

Mars, to say the least, was confused.

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