Who: The Cat King and OPEN
What: The Two Cents flood
When: Mostly towards the end of the week
Where: Various
Warnings: Depression, CK being particularly nasty, potential violence/blood drinking

The Cat King hasn't been seen out and about in a couple weeks. His Court still patrols the Barge, but the orange tom himself is apparently missing, in either form. Those who know where to look will, of course, find him in his cabin, if they're small enough to fit through the cat-flap that serves as an entrance these days.

He knows a flood is due, but he hardly notices a change, the first couple days. Perhaps his sense of smell is dulled, or his balance skewed, but he hardly gets up for more than dragging himself to the litterbox and picking at his food, so it doesn't much matter.

Then day three comes. And with it, the hunger.

He tries to ignore it, at first. To sleep it away. He eats a full can of cat food for the first time in a while, but the hunger stays. He paces, scratches furiously at a post. Yowls in frustration. But eventually, as the gnawing in his gut gets worse and worse, he's forced to go outside.

He prowls through the Dining Hall, lean and lanky and almost... dustier than usual. Like he hasn't been grooming properly. He smacks food out of people's hands, only to taste it and spit it out. He tries the Lounge and Speakeasy too, trying to figure out what this craving is that's driving him mad. And it lasts days.

By the end, he might well be distressed enough to bite someone. But at least then he'll realize what he's been wanting.

Blood. Human blood.