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Welp, my card carrying mutie privileges were stolen away from me and this week has been a *nightmare* so far.

I've tripped over a crack in the sidewalk and landed on my knees - heeey, I can FEEL my knees again but man I wish I couldn't right about now. Spilled a coffee down my favorite shirt, missed every single light on a street when I was late for something, stepped in my cat's puke (Thanks, Guinness, really), and got a fucking paper cut trying to open up my mail.

I'm pretty done with being a normal person if this is the kind of shit everyone's luck pulls on them regularly. Sure, when my luck messed things up it did it on an epic scale that usually involved someone getting shot, but you know. This is torture. I hope whoever nicked my powers is having a good time with them.

Half price drinks over at the Inferno Club (which we're gonna be renaming soon, more on that some other time). Come try a pumpkin spice martini, you won't regret it. Probably, anyway.

I need help. I need someone who is a completely normal human willing to help in a little ritual to break an enthrallment on my wife.

I know how it sounds, but I don't need your blood, I promise. I just...need a human to serve as a conduit type of thing? It's part of my being Fae, my blood can...enthrall people to me if it gets into their system. And let's just say my wife is currently a vampire and yeah. I like cuddling, but someone please help me. I need to reverse this as quickly as possible because, well, she's not exactly having free will currently. I will make it worth your while. Just name your price.

[Logan]

So yeah, I'm not exactly going to come to work today. I don't think you'd want my wife hanging all over me and potentially picking fights with anyone who tries flirting with me. At least I have my memory this time

It took me a few minutes to realize that the grumpy old man wearing a hoodie on the couch was actually our cat Pan. I've had conversations with Zelda and the bunnies over the last two days but Pan has been keeping to the second bedroom since I had the conversation with George about whether or not she likes the current hutch she and her sisters share. Which is honestly the weirdest conversation I've ever had with someone who looks like a 6 year old. (The answer is yes she likes it but it is a little cramped at times when she wants to stretch out). I think Pan has been avoiding me though.

That or making up his list of demands.