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

[mysterious-moi.livejournal.com]

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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[ttlynotblue.livejournal.com]

Maybe he had gotten his canon mixed up. That or he was confusing demons and vampires for one another again. At least as far as time was concerned. He was certain Vyers didn’t drink blood. Either way, he nodded in response. Time flew by faster for him. He had grown so accustom to long periods spent inside the lamp, simply feeling time move around him, a millennia itself had become quick, a century was almost the blink of an eye.

Genie chuckled at the demons worry that Urd’s ‘cure’ would cause him to look the way he did. “Nope! I’m afraid I have to stick to more traditional and barbaric remedies. I’ve never fully understood some of them myself, but if they work, I can’t complain. Like I said, Genie’s are different. I mean, we’re allergic to guava! Do you have any idea how awkward it is when you get those in fruit basket or find it in your drink?” He sighed dramatically and tossed the tray he had been holding to the side, its content, as well as the tray itself, vanished in a cloud of blue smoke before it had the chance to meet the floor. “To skip the biology lesson, Urd’s potion won’t have the same effect on me because of my molecular makeup. Love potions and all that jazz has just never mixed well with genies since the start. Why do you think we can’t make anybody fall in love, because we’re like Doctor Phil? No. We’re far trendier when it comes to facial hair.”