It was then that Flynn noticed that the orange cat was absent mindedly fiddling with a small stacked pile of copper and silver colored coin. He threw some into the middle of the table and the bombay passed him some cards. After some more cards were passed, some were flipped over and at the end of it all the tabby scowled behind the mask as the bombay collected the winnings with a curt smile. If what Flynn observed was correct, they were playing what appeared to be...21. After counting out the winnings that black cat looked at Flynn with bright amber eyes. "You just gonna stand there hon? Or are you gonna play?" She purred.

Scratch raised a brow at this, but stopped walking closer, "Alright then... Though one would assume that what's going to happen is someone's going to answer..." she shrugged. "Go ahead and knock..." she stood a little sideways, continuing to look over the crystal...

The black cat raised an eyebrow. "Walk into a game room with no currency? If your not here to gamble what do you want?" She asked curiously, the fact he wasn't here to gamble probably intrigued her, maybe she knew he wasn't from around here.
"H-hit me again." Said the orange tabby with a nervous voice that almost sounded like a squeak. Even though she proceed to deal the cards, she kept a watchful eye on Flynn.

"What?" Trip looked up at Ian after replying with a distant tone. His face made him seem distracted, almost worried about something. "Oh, umm." He crossed his arms as his gaze drifted to the ground. "I-It's nothing." The Akita answered, though that clearly wasn't the case. If Ian observed Trip closely he would have seen the young pup's eyes glance from wall to wall to ceiling that was still getting narrower, the roof was slowly declining too, and soon it got to the point there they had to walk in a single file line.

The second Harrison's knuckles touched the metal door it swung open quickly. It wasn't clear who had opened it until they heard "Hey!Hello?Howdy.Whadayya want?!" The voice was high pitch and sounded as if it were on a videocassette playing at 2x speed. The origin of the voice was about a foot and a head shorter than Jones, a weasel, wearing what looked like a very expensive blue tie, how he reached the handle on the door is a mystery.

"Spectators are welcome, but not common." The cat answered. She motioned for him to sit in one of the chairs. "Just be sure to bring some coins next time, okay hon?" The feline winked before returning her attention to the orange cat that was pondering his odds.
"O-one more time." The tabby stammered. The bombay flipped another card over.
"D-dangit!" The orange cat threw his two original cards on the table and watched with narrow eyes as he say his money being swept off the table and into a bag or container of some kind that couldn't be seen. "D-deal me again." And the game started over. The spaniel remained silent.

"Me?Mining?Hah!Your funny." The weasel quipped in his faster than normal voice. He scratched the back of the his head. "Those machines.Their Drill's. He gets those stone things.We use em around town." The weasel suddenly straightened his posture and crossed his arms. "That it?"

Ian sighed, he knew what was wrong... claustrophobia... he gave a faint smile and kneeled down, gesturing to his back "Trip, hop on and close your eyes..." he nodded, many phobias could easily be dealt with in the same fasion, don't see it, and you aren't afraid

As time went by the cat's pile of coins got smaller and smaller. "Losin a lot today Doc."
The cat with the medical mask over his face let out a nervous laugh and leaned his elbows on the table. "H-heh. I lose a lot every day."
The spaniel just snorted and nodded at the bombay, signalling for another card.

"Well...my Dad has a few relatives in the U.S...but we haven't gone to see them in awhile. We're usually too busy going around doing shows.." The walls stopped getting closer but it didn't get any wider. Trip wasn't heavy, but if Ian carried him for too long, he's gonna get tired.

"Hmm.Dunno.Just met you two and all.It's a closed community.Got any reason I can trust you?" The weasel was tapping his feet on the ground at a rapid rate.

"G-good luck charm?" Though he wasn't looking in Flynn's directions (he was looking at the cards in his hand), there were signs of a grin behind that medical mask that disguised his mouth. "I apologize sir, but you can categorize me as one of those close minded people who don't believe in such trinkets." His voice was still shakey but it held an air of smugness. He tapped the table with his free hand. "G-give me another one."

"Umm. Mostly read I guess. We traveled a lot so I didn't get to make that many friends. And if I did I usually don't get to see them very often, cause y'know...traveling. But it's fun." Ian felt Trip's tail brush against his back as it wagged back and forth. Trip peeked out of one eye and looked at the tunnel ahead.
After a few minutes of walking in the darkness Ian spotted an iron door alittle further down the tunnel. It was open and a tiger in a lawn chair wearing a military helmet could be spotted through the doorway, quietly dozing off. Apparently someone forgot to close it.

"Lotsa reasons. You might be criminals.Terrorist.Rebels.Spies.Arsonists.Yadda yadda." He shook his head and tapped foot rapidly on the ground a few times. "Tell ya what.I'll let ya go.Free pass.Feelin good today.But!" He raised a index finger up at them. "Gotta check in with Rom.Sheriff in town. Sorta.Probably at the bar right now.Anyways, check in with him. He's says your okay, your good.If not." The ferret made a loud whistle."Your outta there." Saying it with a very good umpire impression.

The cat paused, sharing a glance with the black feline and finally, with a sigh, turned his heard towards Flynn. "Fine... lemme see it."

In response the tiger snorted and snored. "Hey look." Trip pointed down the cave. The tunnel gets bigger over there. And...ran off...again.

"THAT's ThE PAsSwoorD!" Yelled an ecstatic voice over the intercom. There was a press of a button and the door clicked and opened. "WAit WAIT... NO...no... Its not... delete command. Delete. delete..." The door continued to open slowly. It probably couldn't close again until it opened all the way.
"Hah hah. Sucker, I win." The shepherd grinned
"Man... That's the second time this week..." The GSD frowned, seeming more upset about the loss than the sudden realization that there were now, two escapees in front of him. They grabbed for their weapons, both were similar to that of Scrap's zappy stick. (Commence rpg fighting music)

---Run
--- Fight

Harrison fixed his hat and grinned "Sheriff, aye? Sounds good enough to me, lad. Mind if ya tell us where the bar is?"

The cat looked at the rock, unimpressed. "I-it looks like... a rock." He said in his quivering voice. But of course he had to ask. "H-how much?"

The tiger grumbled deeply in his sleep before opening his eyes and groaning. "Can't anyone get some sleep around here? First some cats and now you? How'd you get in anyways?". He looked more grumpy over the fact that his sleep was interrupted.

Scraps entered a small lobby room. A small area was shelved off with glass. Inside was another GSD, furiously pushing the "Close" button. The double doors to freedom were just on the other side of the room.

"Direction?Right!Down the tunnel.Go down the street.The whole way.There's a bar "Wasting Time" at the end.Can't miss it." All the while ushering the two past the door.

"Twenty...what?" The cat asked. He raised an eyebrow. He didn't seem to be letting on any and wanted specifics. Not good for Flynn.

But what Flynn did notice was that the cat had been fiddling with the stack of coins he had on the table. Taking some and running them through his hands as he let them clatter onto the table. The metallic coins varied in three colors. Bright yellow, gray, and brown.

"Look kid. This is the second." Holding up two fingers for emphasis. "Second time someone has woke me up for no good reason. My job is to open the door for people who NEED to get through. if you want some sympathy than go the bar down the road." He shook his head. "Or leave back out where you can from. For all I care, just Leave ME Alone. I swear, the third guy that wakes we up will NOT be leaving in one piece." The tiger closed his eyes once again. And that was that.

Scraps burst through the door and was outside. Disgruntled shouts of anger could be heard behind him. Since his eyes were used to the florescent lights and didn't adjust yet, all he could see was blackness in front of him.
---West: ???
---East: ???
---South: ???

The path they took was long and straight. As they walked, the crystals on the walls became less and less frequent. The tunnel continued to widen. A brighter light was coming at the end of the tunnel. Not as bright as sunlight but still pretty bright, with a slightly blue hue to it. (Sorry for the stall, wanted to finish the map before you guys got there >_<)

The path they took was long and straight. As they walked, the crystals on the walls became less and less frequent. The tunnel continued to widen. A brighter light was coming at the end of the tunnel. Not as bright as sunlight but still pretty bright, with a slightly blue hue to it. (Sorry for the stall, wanted to finish the map before you guys got there >_<)

Scratch narrowed her eyes on the crystal she was holding, wondering if she could get it to shine brighter for a moment. She tried squeezing it, then rubbing it, then scratching it with her claw...