"Well, you know my name, tell me yours and we won't be strangers" Ian chuckled "Is your dad close by? I could take you to him, I'm sure he is worried about you"

"Well, let's leave it to chance," Flynn said as he dug into his collar for his lucky coin.
When he pulled it out, he said, "Heads we go left, tails we go right."
He flipped the coin into the air, caught it in his right paw and placed it onto the back of his left. When he looked at it, he saw that it had landed on...

"This coin rarely fails me," he said as he followed her through the tunnel.

"We'll find out soon enough.". Another yawn sounded from the cat as they walked. After a few more minutes a wooden sign appeared, stuck with a large nail like object to the side of the cave. Sleep deprived Claire walked past it, not seeming to notice the small sign that read. "Cotopaxi, up ahead."

Ian smiled and handed Trip an apple, as promised "Well as I said Trip, my name is Ian, me and a few other people washed up on shore not to far from here. Do you know where we are?" he asked

Trip looked around. His hat still in his hand. "I don't know...". His ears drooped. "I was practicing my magic tricks in front of the outdoor pool. And then... I ended up here.". He scratched his head with his free right hand. "At first I though I made myself disappear...but...I don't think that's what happened...". He looked up at Ian. "Hey, umm. You wanna see a cool magic trick?"

"Okay, what the heck is 'Cotopaxi'?" Flynn said, removing his fedora to scratch his head before putting the hat back on.

Scratch bundled up some sticks in a way that she could carry them together, so that she'd have a little flame going as they walked through the cave. She took them over to the fire and started heating up the ends so they'd burn well when she lit them, "Come get one when you're done and we'll get going..." she glanced about, "This place looks relatively safe to leave as is, and I'm gonna leave some dry wood in case we need to use this place again..."

Ian chuckled "As long as it doesn't involve me in a box" he nodded "Sure, lets see it" he said giving a slight smile

Claire gave Flynn a perplexed look. "Cotowhat?". She shrugged and returned to facing forwards. The tunnel was starting to get smaller, until the ceiling was only a foot above their head and the walls were only five feet apart. "Tunnels getting smaller...". The cat remarked, pointing out the obvious. "Not a fan of tight spaces..."



"Okay, umm. Let's see...". Trip walked past Ian where a fallen log was located. He climbed on so he was about Ian's height. "My dad usually does all the talking stuff but...". The pup cleared his voice before he spoke again, trying to make his voice sound deep. "Be amazed as the The Amazing Magic Dog Trip, turns this apple.". Trip presents the apple to his audience. "Into...something else.". The Akita puts the apple in his hat. He then waves his hand slowly over the top of the hat. "Aaaand.". Trip put his hand in the hat and pulled out......
Ian's crystal. "Achoo! I-I mean, Ta da!"

"I got myself into some tight spots while I was a stray," Flynn said.
sometimes they were even literal tight spots, He thought to himself.
"We've just gotta be ready to turn tail and run if the need arises."

Claire's tail swayed back and forth. "Easier said then done.". Adjusting the bag on her back. They continued along until. "Wow...". Claire stopped and looked at what was in front of them. It was a wall made of metal. A door was installed in the middle. There was a handle on but it needed a key. There was a small window that looked like it could be slid open and closed (it was only small enough for the eyes to look through. Kinda like a peep hole).It was currently in a closed position. There were words that were written in red paint on the door (hopefully it was paint...) that simply read. "Please knock."

"You know, normally I'd just go right ahead and knock and see where it takes me, but I don't know if you're willing to risk it," Flynn said, staring at the words on the door.

Ian jumps as his crystal appears, checking everywhere to be sure "H-Hey, that was a nice trick Trip, b-but could I please have that back, it is very valuable to me..." he asked

Scraps grabbed his things and the bandanna and slowly opened the door. He peeked his head into the hallway and looked to see if the coast was clear

Claire shrugged. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained." The cat motioned for Flynn to knock. "Go right ahead."



"Oh... yeah, ok." He jumped off the log and walked back over to the malamute, giving the crystal back to Ian. "Is it valuable, like... moneywise?"



It was another relatively small room. Idle chairs were strewn about the room. A large control panel was on a large table that took up all the space against the northern wall. There were buttons and levers aplenty but he'd have to get closer to take a look if he wanted to know more. What looked like a coyote in a old fashionfighter pilot suit (without the helmet) was sleeping, slouched back on a chair in front of a control panel with his tongue lolling out (Scraps was facing his back) On his head was a simple iron helm with a regular circle inscribed into the forehead of the helm. There were three doors situated in the room. On the south wall there was a door but it needed a key to open it. On the south side of the east wall was another door (no lock). And finally there was a door on the north side of the east wall that seemed to have someone banging on it loudly and yelling the words. "H-hello?! Is anyone out there?!" a simple wooden plank nailed onto the wall was blocking the door from being opened (only one one side was nailed. The other could be moved up and down so as to give access to opening the door).

Flynn Knocked. Not much else to do here.

"Zzz..wha?" grumbling could be heard behind the door as the small window slid open. A pair of brown ears stared sharply down at Flynn and Claire. "What do you want?" It asked in a gruff, annoyed voice. 'Was on my break..."

"Well, that's a difficult question, my friend. What do any of us want, really? I want a good life first of all, but more immediately, I think we'd like to know where we are."

A sigh was heard through the iron door. "And I want a nap. Look, kid. You are now standing at the town limits of Cotopaxi." The voice sounds like he's reading off a script." This a closed community that is unaffiliated with any side of the rebellion that is currently ensuing across the area alright? Now, if you don't have a good reason for being here, beat it."

"Is 'Our ship wrecked and we washed ashore' a good reason?" The cat asked, rubbing his chin contemplatively.

Ian thought for a moment "I'm not to sure, its so old... It might be... but someone special gave it to me, so I wouldn't give it up easily" he smiled

Scraps wanted desperatly to get out of the prison as quickly as possible but he hesitated when he heard someone behind the door. "#### it this is gonna blow up in my face. " he went over to the door as quietly as he could, he pressed himself against it and whispered to the person on the other side,"Quiet down there's a guard out here, I'll get you out." He opened up the door and stood back.

"As I was telling your friend here, our ship crashed and we washed ashore and we have no idea where we are. your friend said it was Cotopaxi, but Where is that exactly?"

Soon enough Harrison was ready. The half-wolf stood up and walked to the fire from where he picked up a burning stick (crude torch).
"Alright, I'll go first and ye'll cover our backs." He said "Dunno what we'll find in there, so be careful!"

"you'll notice I never said the ship crashed on the beach. We washed ashore, Who knows how long we were in the water. I certainly don't, I was asleep through it. No matter. A pub sounds great, Rom. I don't usually drink, but I still enjoy the company."
drunk people are easy to scam, he thought to himself. Just gotta be careful cause if they catch on, they're more violent, too.

Claire shrugged as she followed Flynn and the ferret. "I guess a few drinks won't hurt..."

"In aneh case sit sounds like an awful ordeal. Nothin a drink can't fix I'm sure." The ferret went back to his fit of laughing as they continued along the small tunnel. "So, tell meh aboot yerselves. Can't expect me ta buy yoo tow a drrink if I don't know a lick about each of you, now can I."

"Well let's hope sleeping beauty doesn't have the keys ." Scraps looked around the room for the keys.

Despite a thorough inspection of the room, the keys couldn't be found. It didn't seem to be on the coyote that was incredibly, still sleeping.
"Did you check the other rooms?"

---West Door: Holding cell 1
---North Eastern Door: ???
---South Eastern Door: ???
---South Door: ???

"There's not much to tell, friend. I'm a child of the streets trying for a better life who has found himself in a strange predicament."

Scratch lit one of her own sticks and started followed Harrison, carrying some extra sticks under her free arm...

(( Hai Roarin, now's a good time. ))

"Not yet, I'll check out that one", Scraps pointed at the South Door, "You go check out one of the other rooms.

Ian gives a slight smile "Its fine, there is no way you could have known, you did it all in good fun, so there is no harm done" he chuckled "You're a good pup Trip, don't let anyone tell ya otherwise"

Scraps walked over to see what the fox was so excited about, "Keep it down or you're gonna get us both thrown back in the cells. Now what's up?"