"I think I'm good for now. but, uh... Is gambling legal here?" He asked, curious.

Ian shook his head as he walked over to Trip "Trip, don't run off like that again, you could have gotten hurt... What are you poking at?" he asked, his ears twitching at the dripping water every now and then, making a mental note to check how fresh that water was

The door revealed a small, long hallway lit by fluorescent lights. "Err..." The fox racked his brain for a second and. "The south door." Pointing to the one all the way at the end of the hall."

Behind them they heard...
"What the heck! He's not there."
'What do you mean he's not there?!"
'What do you mean what do I mean? How much more self explanatory can "He's not freakin there", be?!"
"C'mon, we gotta find him or the Sarge is gonna be ticked!"
---North door: Control room
---Northern West door: ???
---Southern West door:???
---Northern East door:???
---Southern East door:???
---South Door: ??? (supposed exit) (Locked, but has a red buzzer doorbell button thing)

The wolf crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Well... yeah, a few are held in the back room. But you need enough coin to play first of all..."

"Its probably for the best anyways. I've seen a lot of customers go in there for some fun and come out with empty pockets." Rem tapped his forehead "Its all in the brain y'know. Once you start you win you can never stop playin. Then before ya know it your pile of coins is gone and you go home empty handed." He wiped the counter with a tablecloth, a grin was on his face. "But even I have to admit, its pretty dang fun while it lasts. But speaking which, y'know if you want to run your own gig you could always do it on the sidewalk. I've seen a few around this town."

The fox ran over to the south door and saw the button on the wall. "Hey, what about this?" Pointing to it?
Behind the closed north door they could hear angry yelling and grumbling as the two were probably checking the other rooms.

"I wonder what is that crystal for..." Jones mumbled behind the Raccoon. There were plenty of theories to go through, but he needed more information if he was to make any further assumptions.

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 gave a half laugh/ half scowl (if that was even possible). "Then that might be one of the games I skip as I walk down the street." He poured more the orange bubbly, refilling the glasses. "But as they say in New Haven, 'The house always wins." He stopped pouring and put the bottle on the table. "Course that's as honest as gambling for money can get. But the street tables..." His tone wasn't as warm as before. "You do know who Rom is right?"

The water tasted cold and clean (as far as Ian could tell). If only there was a way to carry it around... Trip walked over, brandishing the stick. He waved it around, swinging it at the air and fighting an imaginary enemy. "Hi-ya!"

A buzz was heard and the sound of an intercom went on and a flat and unintelligent voice said. "Waaats the password?" Behind them they heard the door barge open and the two GSDs enter the hallway. "Hey! You guys!" And made they way over.

The mechanical arachnid continued to scurry away from them down the cave. It made small tapping sounds as its small metal legs impacted the ground, the metal of the bucket, scraped the floor, echoing up and down the tunnel. Another chuck dropped out of the bucket, a fairly large chunk (about the size of a harmonica), landing in Scratch's path.

"Not at all. We just met him at the gate and he asked us about ourselves."

The wolf nodded. "Right... Wouldn't expect bro to talk about himself to a someone he just met. But, lets just say that little ferret." Pointing to said ferret, talking and laughing with a bunch of other animals "Is the law around these parts. And with a town like Cotopaxi, that's sayin something." Rem gave large shrug. Raising his hands. "Hey, not assuming anything but." A group just walked into the bar and took a seat at the counter. "As a brother to the law, I suggest you tread carefully." He tipped his hardhat and gave a grim expression. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a bar to run." And walked off to greet the newcomers.

Even Claire was giving him a scrutinized stare. "You host a game you 'rarely lose'?"

Flynn: Fame = -1

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Claire drank down the last of her drink and set it on the table. "Right.. I'm sure your first owner has nothing to do with your profound luck at the game." She says sarcastically.

Unfortunately for Ian there was no container to carry the water in at this time. "Hey, look. Waters dripping from the ceiling." Trip remarked. Making the obvious but accurate observation. The young akita looked down the tunnel. "Hellooo!" He yelled, enjoying the sound of his voice echoing down into the distance.

The buzzer sounded again and the flat voice spoke. "No, no... That's not the password. That's close to the password but... that's not the password."

the two GSDs walked up to Scraps and the fox.
"Hey, did you see a dog run through, like when your on watch."
"Yeah, he's like this high." Illustrating that point by raising his hand about as high as Scraps, he's like this terrier dog and..." The GSD stopped and narowed his eyes, leaning forwards. "Y'know, you look kinda like him."

"Look, you don't have to believe me, but I left that life behind when he got arrested," he said solemnly.

the two GSDs walked up to Scraps and the fox.
"Hey, did you see a dog run through, like when your on watch."
"Yeah, he's like this high." Illustrating that point by raising his hand about as high as Scraps, he's like this terrier dog and..." The GSD stopped and narowed his eyes, leaning forwards. "Y'know, you look kinda like him."

"You kept the coin." The cat pointed out. But she didn't make any furthuer effort to continue this line of conversation and after a slight pause posed an important question. "So... what do we do now?"

Scratch leaned down and tentatively picked up the piece, barely stopping as she followed the machine. She examined it a little in her paw while trying to keep the ground and the machine in sight as she followed it...

Another yawn escaped her mouth. She nodded slowly, her ears twitched. "Yeah... I guess..." She looked in Rem's direction. "I'll go ask Rem if there's any place to stay." Hopping off her seat, she made her way over to the wolf.
The band in the back was on a break, talking amongst themselves in the back corner.
Rom was laughing with a group of his friends at a nearby table.
A disheveled looking white German spitz walked out of a backroom with a scowl on her face, she made a beeline to the bar and sat herself down.
Sitting at the bar near the front was someone in a modern brown hoodie. The hood was over the animal's face so only a grey muzzle could be seen drinking deeply from a glass.
--- Backroom
--- Exit
Claire might take awhile so you might as well keep yourself busy. There were many animals around the pub but only the ones mentioned seem to stick out from the general crowd. The backroom is open and there was always a choice to leave.

"Okay!" Trip quipped enthusiastically. He followed behind the malamute. They padded along the path, only the drips of water from the ceiling and the swishing sound of Trip's stick could be heard as they walked until...
They came to a fork in the road. One split off left, while the other one went right.

The GSD smacked the other shepherd in the back of the helmet. "Yeah man, c'mon, get it together."
"Yeah well..." The shepherd didn't look convinced.
"PAASSSWORRRddd!" The intercom yelled.
The GSD groaned. "Don't even know how he got hired." He looked at Scraps and nodded to the door.
"You gonna open it our what?"

The crystal in her hand looked something like this in shape and color. It glowed a pale blue in the palm of her hand. Whatever it was, it was nothing they'd find on Earth. The spider continued to scurry along the floor, making metallic tapping sound. A few seconds later another set of legs could be heard and another mechanical arachnid came into view, it rushed along in the opposite direction, almost running into Harrison as it passed, probably on its way to the cave, an empty bucket was hooked onto one of its leg. They finally came across an iron door. A spider went through a square hole in the wall. It was pretty small, maybe they would fit through but either way it was going to be a tight squeeze. Other than that there were blue words painted on the door. It read. "Please knock."

The hooded figure glance at Flynn for a second, the hood still shadowing all of its face. The only thing Flynn could probably draw from observation is that the muzzle looked very canine. It then turned back towards the bar and took another swig of whatever it was having.
"Leave me alone.". It said simply, in a slightly deep husky voice that sounded almost like that of Lauren Bacall. Whoever it was, the animal was clearly a female.

"Umm, okay?". Trip took a step back, and then threw it as hard it could up in the air (which wasn't that high.). It dropped on its tip and fell slowy to the....
Right.

The canine sighed. "I don't think you heard me the first time so I'll say it again." There was an irritated edge to her voice. "Leave.Me.Alone." She took another swig of whatever she was having.

There's a possibility that some NPCs may not want to talk to a character. You can try again at another time or try speaking with them again. Results may vary with persistence ranging from negative to positive.

The GSD slapped the shepherd's back. "Yeah man, c'mon, get it together."
"Yeah well... Hey how bout this." The shepherd looked at the two. "If they can open this door. I'll cover your night shift, if they can't, then you cover mine."
The GSD grinned. "You proposing a bet my friend? Your goin down." He extended a hand and the other shook it. "Well?" The GSD suddnely looked sharply in Scraps direction. "You rookies gonna open the door or what? C'mon, it should be a piece a cake. And I gotta date tonight and I don't want to cancel."

The smell of potent drinks and old playing cards (if that was possible) wafted into the cat's nostrils as Flynn entered through the left wall door of the room. The small room wasn't furnished much. A dartboard was on the right wall and while there were darts present, many of them were not attached to the board (but rather...the wall itself). There was a round table that took up most of the space. As of now there were three occupants in the room (excluding Flynn). A cocker spaniel wearing a white kitchen's apron was staring intently at the cards she had in her hand. Sitting two seats clockwise from her was a orange tabby, a medical mask was stretched out over his muzzle. On the other side of the table was a lovely looking bombay cat, wearing nothing but a silver ring through her right ear. She skillfully dealt cards to the orange feline and only acknowledged Flynn's presence with a quick glance.

Trip whistled too (well, he tried), it came out as a hollow exhalation of air. So he resorted to humming instead. Up ahead the cave became narrower, the walls and the ceiling closing in on the two as they progressed down the tunnel. There was a noticeable hesitation as the Akita proceeded, his steps seemed less confident and his ears were lowered a few degrees. The humming died away into an uncomfortable silence.

odd clothes. oh well, he thought as he walked over to watch the game in progress.