Hey- I'm ready for a move.
Can a guy get a hop to New York, 2010?

I'd appreciate it, and throw in money and or beer for anyone that can service this kid.

And... I'd really appreciate it if it was before the 13th. It's really important. (because the bold is supposed to make this really obvious.)

Did you know that the odor that comes from cabbage comes from the sulphur content in the cabbage which helps the body resist bacteria and protects the protoplasm of the cells? It's right here in one of the books I was lent.

It's a dreadful smell though especially when mixed with the smell of a dozen of Mrs Figg's cats. It's nauseating. I tried opening the window but it only made the rooms cold instead of airing out the smell.

Does anyone have any advice?

Who told Fuuka-chan that holiday food was dangerous?

Oh! Naoto-san, would it be alright to bring some cookies with us to the party? We... kinda made a lot.

Can any world hoppers out there help me out? I need to send something to another person in another world. I'm not sure how this thing works, since I've never done it before, so I don't know what kind of details you'd need, but I can pay you for your trouble, if you'd like, or I can trade my services as a repairman/technician/tech support guy.

[The video opens suddenly onto a nondescript room. Soifon has her back to three men, all sitting on their knees. By their dark clothes and masks that cover their mouths? They seem to be ninjas; and seem to be taller than Soifon. Two of the men stand up and leave suddenly, bowing to Soifon deeply as they go. The last stays, a slight twitch to his eyebrow. Soifon turns to him, displeasure clear.]

You were seen by your mark. [The man says nothing.]

[The man bows his head,] Commander. I understand, I failed you. If I was more discrete--

[Soifon moves her hand to the hilt of her sword.] 'If's never get anyone anywhere. Get out of my sight before my hand draws this blade. If you're still here your execution will be entirely your fault.

[The man doesn't move.] Very well. [The sword is drawn, and the tip is quickly buried into the floor. Soifon turns; the man bows his head.]

I don't blame you, Commander. [A dark shape blocks out the view, then the video cuts out.]

A line of inquiry, if I may. If an individual is almost 810 years old, is not required for someone to humor them because Earth's traditions? If it isn't, they can deal with the fact that I allow them the luxury of not having any surprises.

Today was... Just, ugh. I had this weird feeling, all during school and Cheerio's practice, like someone was watching me. I thought maybe it was that creepy jewfro kid but he's not slick enough for that. I mean, there was this time right before I left to go home, that I turned around and I could have sworn I really saw something - but there was nobody there, so it was probably just my imagination. Right? The feeling went away after that, so it had to have been.

Well, whatever. I don't really know why I'm even posting about this here, but I guess I just wanted to get it off my chest. Britt would take it too too seriously, and everyone else would just think I was nuts.

[Kurt is standing by his locker, watching his friend leave and walk down the hall when Karofsky grabs his shoulder from behind, roughly turning him around.]

"Question for you."

[He glances to make sure no one else is listening.]

"You tell anyone else how what happened? How y-" [He falters.] "You kissed me?"

[Kurt doesn't seem flustered.] "You kissed me, Karofsky. And I understand how hard this is for you to deal with, so no. I haven't told anyone."

[Dave's voice is low, threatening.] "Good. You keep it that way. Because if you do? I'm going to kill you."

[And with that, he brushes past Kurt, walking down the hall as though nothing happened.]

Due to the some indiscretions of another captain present on this community, the Sixth Squad of the Gotei 13 now has jurisdiction over this community's supernatural activities (related to death).

If you require our assistance, you are all familiar with Abarai Renji, Vice Captain and Kamina.

Hey, guys. So, I started thinking about what to do for Christmas and afterward, so, uh - I talked with the guys at the Old Line, and I finally got the go-ahead for hosting an Open Mic night one of these days.

So if anyone's interested, let me know - even if you're not interested in performing. I can help with 'hops, but not for everyone, since I got to help set up, but I can bring people over.