Room 324, Tuesday Evening

[vanillajello]

Having left Nathan back in his room, Kate had meant for this to be yet another normal, boring evening, just like she'd meant tomorrow to be just another normal, boring day at work. But, of course, then the call from Jack had come through, and suddenly she had an invitation to go to London tomorrow.

At first, she hesitated with her phone for a moment, both wondering whether she should check in with Mitchell and see where in the multiverse he was, and fully knowing she needed to let Bod know she was going because the last thing he needed this week was her just disappearing. Both of those could wait, though. She put her phone down on her desk and got a bag out of her closet.

Sure, she wasn't leaving until tomorrow, but this was something that called for some thought: just what did you pack when you'd been called to come help solve a murder?

[ooc: Open door, open post!]

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[chosehumanity]

Well, at least there were some things she could stop worrying about: her phone was ringing.

[vanillajello]

Kate, far too deeply considering the merits of one blouse over another, jumped when her phone started ringing. A second or two later she actually realized why that was and went to grab it off her desk. She checked caller ID before picking the call up.

"You scared the shit out of me."

Because it was clearly his fault that she momentarily forgot people could also call her.

[chosehumanity]

"Join the club." He didn't exactly waste extraneous words when it was serious. "Have you heard from Jack?"

[vanillajello]

"Yeah," Kate confirmed, sitting down on the edge of her bed and rubbing her forehead. "Murders, cavalry, London. I assume you did too."

[chosehumanity]

"Planning to go?"

Mostly neutral, that.

[vanillajello]

If she'd been feeling like splitting hairs, she would've noted there wasn't much planning going into it. The decicion had been instant and final.

"My bag is already half packed."

[chosehumanity]

"In that case, you're not going alone," he said. "Meet me at the causeway."

It was Kate. Mitchell was well aware of just how well going 'don't go' would work.

[vanillajello]

"Okay." No protest, and she didn't even roll her eyes once. That had to be some sort of a record. "I'll see you there."

[chosehumanity]

"Yeah," he said, and shut off the call.

That had been fairly efficient.

(He didn't pack anything.)