#cittageddon

Everything about this cataclysmic horror fest had just been too much all around for Judd. If anything, he was glad to take this opportunity to just relax back at the apartment complex. Maybe the halls were a bit higher than the ones he had been assigned to, but better that than be near the ever rising water. And really, it didn’t look to be getting any better. From when Judd had last looked outside, the waters had rising above the shorter buildings and flooded in the inside of the apartments. It was good this place was so tall, but the water level really was getting ridiculous. It was hard to believe it was even real. Maybe it wasn’t. Considering the strangeness of it all, it certainly wouldn’t be surprising to find out it was all fake. Not that it was any less scary. Judd flicked his tail through the air, giving it another short look. The end of it- on the arrow tip -had been singed with a question mark shape. There was probably some significant reasoning for that, but he wasn’t going to go out of his way to find out what it meant. For now, he was quite content messing around on his strange phone, tapping away with his paws at its keypad.

Eventually, Judd bounds decided it was time to end his mis... adventures for the day. The cat bounded down the horribly warped road, reality bending even further until it seemed to ‘turn the corner’ and- Pop! Suddenly, the big cat was sitting in the sector oo5 apartment again. A short look around the place showed it to be rather deserted. He was sure the Pink one would return to the place eventually, though outside the sea rain continued to pour. That was fine. For now, he simply flopped onto the floor, exhausted by the day’s events.

Judd just looks at all the cats and bubbles everywhere. Cittageddon? More like Kittygeddon. It’s almost pleasant.

As big as he was, Judd’s pretty sure things were never this small for him. He thumped through the hall of the complex, searching for that apartment in sector five Callie had mentioned before. Eventually, he’s pretty sure he’s found it and he sat outside the door turned Jack-O-Lantern, calmly thumping an oversized paw against it and ignoring its pleas for a password. “Mahr.” What a strange surprise it would be to run into what seemed to be a fat, black and white mountain lion. If only thanks to the weirdness that had come over the city. He was really not to eager to deal with whatever weather was plaguing this place though and just wanted in. Big as he was now, he sure acted no different.

Mm, something really is insistent on being very loud, isn’t it. “Brrmmloo...” The cat opens up a single eye, hardly able to pull up the motivation to really get a good look at what’s happening. If whatever the source of the noise was wasn’t so desperate to get everyone’s attention, he might’ve at least been able to sleep through it, but it doesn’t seem like it’s going to be that way. Yelling about something. Something lord and master... As if the cat hasn’t heard similar things from others before. He can’t bring himself to be concerned enough as he’s mostly focused on pulling himself to his feet. He only finally takes some notice of the dimensional gap in the sky and gives it a look of vague interest with a honking, “Wah–ohh.” Well, something about this struck him as very home-like. Not that it would be for most of those humans, he’s sure. Maybe now is a good time to take the Pink One up on her offer. The cat waddles, forward, his own reality briefly warping in a sickening bend as he teleported away. Probably not a very safe combination with this mess, but there isn’t much to do about that. It’s not like he has control of the situation.