[Oh, fine. It was time to jump on this bandwagon, Rukia supposed, glancing around the lounge before going to the magic mirror. Strange, this thing. She could hardly believe something like this would work ( Read more... )

[Rukia finishes settling back into her train dorm and flops onto the bed, feeling strangely unsatisfied by this whole turn of events.]

Why don't I feel like I learned anything? Well, at least there's a ways until the next stop.

[Rukia sits back in the commons, wracking her brain for a solution to the whole disappearing teacher thing. She hadn't gone only because she had assumed students were supposed to, you know, remain students or something but that not being the case, she's a little frustrated that she didn't even sign up.]

What would Soul Society do..?

[Rukia was both curious and vaguely annoyed ( Read more... )

[Rukia sat in her room, or rather, layed sprawled across her bed. She hadn't bothered to close the door or anything when she flopped in here, but she felt terrible. Her stomach felt terrible. Must've been something strange in that food-cart; maybe it was human food. In any event, she definitely feels sick and too sick to move from her bed for very

[Rukia had finally discovered the arcade cart of the train and the DDR machine that came with it. Judging from the obnoxious music spewing from the speakers of the machine, it was supposed to be fun, and she thinks she's seen people try this game before, so she looks around quickly to avoid embarrassing herself before stepping up onto the pad ( Read more... )

[Well, now she was on the train that for reasons she's unsure of had seemed like a good idea at the time, and it seems the same dreamlike state has taken her to a room, B2, that appears to be her own ( Read more... )