"Newwhatnow?" The ferret looked back at the cat with a perplexed look, he was holding the brim of his hat, giving him a very cowferretish look. "That like soom small town a few tunnels down or woot?" Rom turned at the first building which looked suspiciously similar to that of a Skyrim inn with a few differences. A flickering neon sign was placed on the outside wall above the door with the words "Wasting Time" written in it in green letters. Probably the name of the pub. Loud cheers and lively music was coming from inside. The ferret up the stome steps to the door. Pausing in front of it. "Ladies and gents first." He beckoned, waving with his hand towards the inviting wooden door.

"My Dad's probably okay... I just hope he's not worried about me..." The akita let out a soft sigh as he followed Ian through the forest. The apple was already gone. Its remains discarded onto the floor where its seeds will probably make a new tree. "So... You never told me what you're doing out here. Y'know, in the middle of nowhere." Trip kicked a rock into a nearby bush, making it rustle.

"Sorry..." The fox lowered his ears and dropped his voice down to a lower volume. "But look." He opened the door wider (it creaked as it opened) to reveal a locker room. It was a small room filled with your typical storage locker. Two in the back were carelessly hanging open and all the others had combo locks on them. Although the room itself looked old fashion (made of old wood mostly, like...medivalish old), the lockers themselves looked very modern.

Pistons moved and gears turned as the spider continued its job, basically ignoring the raccoon. When the raccoon was in its path it paused for a moment, looking at Scratch with its eyeless head before returning to its work. The bucket almost full now.

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Loud cheers, music and merry drinkers filled the pub with a positively drunken atmosphere. The place was actually a lot bigger than it appeared from the outside. Round wooden tables filled the right side of the building most were occupied by unsober happygoers. A band played in the back. The song resonating throughout the pub. The animals who were playing were too far in the back to see what species they were. But a dog looked to be in the command of the mic and he was starting an Irish drinking song, with a very good accent to his voice.
Come lift up your voices in chorus with mine
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may and might never all meet here again
The ferret walked over to a bar that was located to the left of the pub. It's polished wood surface stretched all the way to the back. A few seats were already taken by some who were drowning their sorrows into small glasses filled with sickly liquids. A black wolf wearing a bright yellow construction hat was pouring a bottle of something into a shotglass when he spotted the ferret and company. A grin instantly spread across his face when he saw Rom and company. After setting the bottle back on a counter (with all the others) he walked over and rested his arms on the bartable, looking over at them behind it. "Hey! Rom! Wher've you been? Your usually here by now."
Here's a health to the company and one to my lass
Let us drink and be merry all out of one glass
Let us drink and be merry, all grief to refrain
For we may and might never all meet here again
"Ay Rem Just went over ta tha gate to pick up a friend. Ended up findin two more." The ferret elbowed Flynn in the leg lightly. "Meet mah broother Remus. Hey, take care ah these two wontcha." The ferret waved goodbye and promptly walked into the crowd.
Here's a health to the dear lass that I love so well
Her style and her beauty, sure none can excel
There's a smile upon her countenance as she sits on my knee
Sure there's no one in in this wide world as happy as we
"Please, call me Rem. Most of these guys do." Pointing around the pub. "And a friend of my bro is a friend of mine so." He slapped the top of the bar and signaled for them to take a seat. "First drinks on the house, so step right up and pick your poison."
Our ship lies at harbor, she's ready to dock
I hope she's safe landed without any shock
If ever we should meet again by land or by sea
I will always remember your kindness to me

Trip nodded. Hiss hat bobbing on his heal almost looked it was gonna fall off. "Yeah...me too..." He ears drooped again and his tail stopped wagging. "i hope we get back soon..." He kicked another rock on the ground. 'So...what did you do before this? Like... I work with my Dad at shows he does. Their pretty small but... we get to travel alot. What about you?" Blue eyes looked curiously up at Ian.

The fox nodded. "Okay." There were two in the back of the room. "Hey, I'll check one and you check the other."
---Check left locker
---Check right locker

The spider pounded another blue glowing crystal off the wall, picking it up after it fell to the floor. It then commenced to put it in the bucket, filling it completely. Gears turned and clicked as the spider hooked the handle of the bucket with one of its metallic arms, using its other seven to quickly scurry off down the tunnel, occasionally dropping a glowing fragment or two.

The wolf chuckled.  "I'm sorry sir, no one stays sober at my bar for long. Your only hope is if you leave.  But since you're my bro's guests, I can't let that happen now can I.". Rem set down a glass he was wiping onto the counter top.  "I know exactly what you two need.  He walked over to the shelf of bottles and found the one he was looking for.  It was hard to see what he had chosen because all the bottles looked the same.  "I'm surprised you haven't asked yet.". The wolf grinned as he poured an orange bubbly liquid into two tall glasses.  "Most would wonder why I call that ferret my brother.  But then again.". He slid the two glasses over to the cats.  You two don't seem like 'most' "  

Trip nodded as he listened to Ian. "So... Is this one of those 'boring times'?". Up ahead a tunnel could be seen in the distance.

Inside the locker was a leather biker jacket that was carelessly stuffed into a corner (no pockets).  A helmet like the one the coyote wearing.  And hanging from a hook was a long stick with what appeared to be a tazer at the end of it (for long distance zapping)

The orange liquid fizzed in his mouth. It tasted sweet and somewhat like oranges, leaving a light and sour tang on the tongue that made it feet tingle. Though he only took one gulp a pleasant warmth spread through him a comforting hum sounded in his brain.
"Hows it taste?"

As Ian talked Trip walked around aimlessly around the vicinity, being careful to keep close to Ian until...
"Hey look!" Trip pointed to the mouth of the cave before rushing towards it at full speed.

The sight that greeted Scraps was almost comical. The fox had a helmet on, similar to that of Scraps, except it was way too big for him, covering his eyes. On him was an orange safety vest. "Mmph." The fox replied, his mouth preoccupied by a saltine cracker sticking out of his mouth (which he quickly gobbled up). A box of the crackers was in his left hand. "Oh umm... I found all this stuff..."

"I just said I'd be ordering a lot of it, didn't I?" the cat asked pushing his empty glass towards Rem.

"That's the spirit cap'n!" The wolf poured another set of the orange stuff into the glasses. Claire quickly grabbed for her glass after Rem finished pouring. Taking another sip.
"So, I've got to ask. Where are you guys from?" The wolf inquired, sealing the cap back up.

"Well, my friend, where are any of us really from?" he asked, drinking from his glass. "I come from a diverse line of stray cats, but more specifically, I'm from New York City."

"Sounds rough." The wolf commented sympathetically. "At least you found some folks to take you in." He grinned. "Same thing happened with me. Well, not exactly how yours went but, overall." He shrugged. A dog at the other end of the bar called for a drink. "Scuse me for a sec. Gotta tend to the other customers." He nodded to both of them before walking over to the canine.

But Trip already disappeared into the mouth of the cave, Ian's voice lost over the distance. If he was gonna catch up to the pup he needed to run faster.

The fox followed him back and just as they stepped into the control room the locked door opened. Two German shepherds walked in, busy with a conversation. Each wearing a light suit of metal armor. The helmet present on their head.
"So anyways I was talking to her and-" That's when they noticed Scraps and the fox.
"Hey, what are you guys doing in here?" The question didn't sound hostile, but more...confused.
The other shepherd nodded. "Yeah, I didn't know they assigned anyone for this hour."

The fox was about to protest that they in fact didn't take any orders, but quickly shut his mouth when he saw what Scraps was doing.
"Aww man. If there were extra shifts I would have taken em."
"But... You don't get paid overtime."
'So what? Its all about mindlessly doing diligent work so as to appraise your superiors. That's how you get somewhere in life."
"Look, whatever." The shepherd on the left pointed at the two. "You guys are off the clock so beat it." He elbowed the other in the shoulder. "Go check on the guy in holding cell one."
"Alright... But I did that last time with G-
"Just, go."
"Fine..."

Scraps ears perked up at the mention of hte holding cells. He ddin't want to be here when they found them empty. He tried to sound as natural as possible but he could barely keep his composure. Hey! Uh, before you do that could you open the south door for us? I managed to lose my keys doing my rounds today.

Scraps grabbed the fox by the arm and practically dragged him out of the room. "Let's get the heck out of dodge. do you know which way?"

"No problem," Flynn said smiling. as soon as the wolf was focused on the other customer, he turned to the other cat. "Do you find it a little odd that these guys have never heard of New York? and stranger still, that there was a tiger at the gate, a wolf at the bar, and not a human in sight in the whole city?"

Claire shrugged. "Well, I mean... You put falling off a boat, you and your strange dreams together. Stuff starts to not get weird anymore. I mean, don't get me wrong. This is wackadoodle crazy. But compared to everything else, not know what New York is, is pretty low on the crazy list."
The wolf was pouring the dog some dark looking liquid while making small talk. A few customers left and new ones took their seats as the music went on.

Claire shrugged. "Don't even know if they have currency here. But yeah, the value of your buck just got deflated." The wolf was back now. He straightened the yellow construction hat on his head. "You guys need anything else?"

Luckily for Ian, he was able to catch up to the fleeting akita, who was now crouching on the ground, looking and poking at something intently. Jagged rock spikes hung from the ceiling and protruded from the floor (Stalagmites & Stalactites) Water dripped from one of them.