An example of the need for a proper labeling system [completed]

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Character(s): Vyers, Genie, potentially others?
Content: Vyers travels to Urd's place to get himself de-love potioned
Setting: Urd's house
Time: Late Afternoon, Week 32
Warnings: Wackiness! :D

While he had known that something needed to be done about his current condition before, the events of the past few hours had cemented Vyers' need to cure himself of this love potion as soon as possible. He only wished that it hadn't taken any reputation he had to be smashed to pieces in a public arena and a short oblivion of humiliation and guilt in order for him to find out. How would he be able to prove to him that he was not that sort of person? He loved his wife with all his heart. He just was a bit... addled (he supposed that was the best description for one under the influence of a love potion) at the moment.

Vyers frowned at the door to Urd's home, half-wondering if this was right and hoping no one would be around to see him and get the wrong idea (he had TOLD Gwen he was going to do this). His hand hovered over the doorknob. He knew he had to do this, but there was something deep down that told him something was going to go terribly wrong here.

He really didn't listen to that something enough.

With a hard swallow to settle his conviction, Vyers opened the door, stepped into the entry, and called to see if anyone was in the house. He wasn't entirely sure where Urd's room was, and was fairly certain it would be a good idea to inform others as to what he was here for, lest anyone else consider him some sort of pervert.

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“You’re early.” Genie replied hoarsely, suddenly appearing by the demons side. “And you didn’t even use the doorbell.” He pouted and closed the door with a sigh. Why had even bothered to install the thing when no one ever used it? Although, he had begun to suspect it was purposefully avoided due to the specific tune he had installed. “I had it all set up to play ‘It’s A Small World’ too.” Maybe he should have programmed it to play Carousel of Progress instead. After all, there really was great big beautiful tomorrow shining at the end of every day.

Genie wore a blanket draped over his head and around his body, which made him appeared as though he were donning some sort of cloak. Granted it was a very odd, quilt like, cloak but one none the less. He looked as though he had not slept in days, large, dark circles seen under his eyes. But the most striking of all were hundreds of bright red bumps which decorated his blue body. That, and the strange smell of orange pekoe which seemed to follow him.

“Urd said you’d be coming for a remedy.” He explained and pulled the blanket tighter around him. His voice sounded as tired as he looked. “Her room is just upstairs. I’ll show you the way. Oh! And wipe your shoes off at the door.” Genie scolded. “I just cleaned. Let me know if there is anything I can get for you.” He presented a tray of homemade cookies before Vyers with his free hand. “A cookie? Crumpet, perhaps? Spot of tea? Coffee? Americano and Turkish!” The tray magically filled with each item he listed off.