Mirja wandered aimlessly around the 4th barracks, covered in bruises of varying degrees, and possibly with a broken rib as well. Not that this really bothered her at all, since she was smiling as she wandered. She wasn't exactly sure what she was looking for, just knew she was looking for something. But, a few minutes into her search she gave up on who she was looking for, and sat down in a corner, pulling her Zanpaktou onto her lap. She might as well try to talk to whatever was inside while she was waiting to remember who she was looking for. Or, why she was looking for them. She didn't usually look for people, Except that girl from 11th, the Lieutenant. She would definitely look for her. And then a thought occurred. Was it her she was looking for? if so, why was she in 4th? Could it be the Lieutenant was injured?

Somewhere along the very distorted train of thought, she found herself slipping from the material world, and into the world with materials from somewhere else.
"Needs a cool name, like...Shazam Realm" she muttered to herself, and a deep rumbling came from somewhere beyond the murky black.
"Shazam Realm sounds...interesting" It replied, politely but with a gruff rumble.
"Yea. Wish my place was called that. It's just a boring sereteireitei." She grumbled, absently thinking this second time was going a lot better than the first. If this wasn't the first. If it was, then it was a good first.