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[shadowkate]

Hey, you've reached Kate.
I can't pick up right now,
So please leave a message!

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text; un: aurora

[deuxiemetoile]

[ Jeanne-Marie's been chewing over this text for a day or two, about who she wanted to message. After some thinking, Kate seemed the best choice. The most likely to know what this was about, and the least likely to annoy her in the process. ]

Kate, if you are available, I have a sensitive favor to ask you.

Text, Un: Shadowcat

[shadowkate]

Always.

[Kate's answer is immediate.]

Where do you need me to meet you?

[deuxiemetoile]

Akihiro's apartment.

Thank you.

[ She sends her the specific door number, in case she doesn't know in the swap up that's just happened, and waits. It happens to be on the ground floor. ]

[shadowkate]

Always.

Give me maybe...thirty? I'm heading out the door now.

[deuxiemetoile]

Take your time, there is no rush.
I am not going anywhere.

Moving to Action

[shadowkate]

Of course.

[And thirty minutes later she's knocking on the door, and then just walking through it.]

Jeanne-Marie, what's wrong?

[deuxiemetoile]

[ Look at these X-Men, constantly surprising her by not just inviting themselves into her space. First Kurt not bamfing into the apartment, now Kate knocking. Really, she should give them all more credit.

When she opens the door she looks...tense. Distressed, but not panicked. It's been a few days of this now. ]

Thank you for coming, Kate. I...Peter has already told me that he can't see it, but I wanted to check something with you. Since you seem to know both Akihiro and I from our futures.

[ She leads Kate to Akihiro's bedroom, where he's laying seemingly asleep. He's been like that for days. To Jeanne-Marie though, he looks like he's covered dead and covered in stitches. A phantom she can't identify. ]

[shadowkate]

I do know both of you from your futures, and of course.

[Kate slips in, following and looking down at the sleeping mutant. She frowns, then looks at Jeanne-Marie.]

He's in a coma. Like I was a couple of months ago, it looks like. Is this a new development, or is there something else going on?

[She can tell that something is really bothering the other woman, or she wouldn't have called. Which is...concerning.]

[deuxiemetoile]

[ At that, Jeanne-Marie sighs. So, the same. That should be a relief: if only she can see it, then it isn't real. But she can't shake the dread in the pit of her stomach. With her arms crossed over her chest, she shakes her head. ]

It must be a trick of this city. He looks more than just asleep to me. He looks...dead.