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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“I hope she at least cleaned before she left.” Genie said, mostly to himself, with a sigh. Who knew what they were about to walk in to? Dust bunnies, spider webs, an unpolished floor…! Oh, it was just too much. The thought alone made the genie feel even worse than he had before. Most in his position would fear, or perhaps more appropriately hope, that the goddess had left her undergarments exposed on her bedroom floor. Genie had not even considered such a thought. His eyes traveled to the sign which hung from her door where he traced the outline of Urd’s face. She had given Vyers her approval to enter but it still felt strange to him. She wouldn’t even let him in there sometimes.

Feeling a slight pang of jealousy, he opened the door and invited Vyers inside the room. “All her potions are in a large shelf.” He said cheerily. “You can’t miss it.” And you really couldn’t. Both the abundance of jars that sat on the shelf and the size of the shelf itself made it abundantly obvious where Vyers was to head. A work desk containing a small Bunsen burner among other lab equipment was stationed beside it.