Tick tock goes the clock. 10:00 A.M.
The band had stopped playing and the rowdy energy the bar hand a minute ago seemed to have mellowed down.

The cat scratched the back of her left ear in thought. "I'm not exactly sure..." She looked up at the blank sky. "Since I got here, it always seem to be nighttime. Haven't seen the sun...or a single star. But... I think it's only been one day since I found myself on that beach..." She let out a long yawn. "Why do you ask?"

"Sorry, I didn't think to ask."

The cat nodded understandingly. "It was a pretty big ship. And I was cooped up in a staging room for first few days practicing... I didn't get to see many people other than by bandmates" She yawned again. "Sorry." The feline apologized. "Haven't had a chance to sleep since I got here." She looked up at the blank sky. "You think it's just a coincidence? You, me, Flynn. All from the same cruise?"

"Similar thing happened to me. I was out on the beach, trying to follow someone. Then out of nowhere..." The fox fell silent for a few seconds. "But I wonder why we're here in the first place..." He muttered. More to himself than to Scraps, as if it was a voiced out thought.

"well, Claire over there came off the ship. So did the two I met up with last night. And one of them was talking about another one he met. So that's seven right there," Flynn said. "and avoiding conflict is one of my specialties." actually, I'm just good at avoiding the end of the conflict.

"Entities?" The white cat looked befuddled. "Like... gods? Or..." Her eyes flicked and her eyes widened a smidgen. "Oh... It's like that thing Flynn told me." She paused and looked at Harrison. "Something about a dream right?"

As Scratch walked over to the bar, she noticed the ferret and gray wolf talking in a hushed whisper. The ferret was hunched over the bar, standing on the tip of his feet on the stool while the wolf was resting his arms on the same oak surface. She couldn't catch all of it but she thought she might have heard snippets.

"...y d'ya think their h..."
"Dunno, but..."
"Yeh? A'n tell meh aboot tha other..."
And before she got any closer the black wolf glanced up and spotted her. He tapped the table lightly with his hand and walked away, down to the other side of the bar, whistling a tuneless song.
The ferret seemed to get the cue and turn around to see who was behind him. He put on a cocky grin as he saw Scratch approach.
"Greetins thar lass. Don't think ah seen ya round here before." He took a swig of whatever he was drinking. "Woot can an do f'or ya."

"Assumin of course ya came here to see me." He added quickly

And before she got any closer the black wolf glanced up and spotted her. He tapped the table lightly with his hand and walked away, down to the other side of the bar, whistling a tuneless song.
The ferret seemed to get the cue and turn around to see who was behind him. He put on a cocky grin as he saw Scratch approach.
"Greetins thar lass. Don't think ah seen ya round here before." He took a swig of whatever he was drinking. "Woot can an do f'or ya."

"Assumin of course ya came here to see me." He added quickly

The fox nodded in agreement. "Yeah... Don't feel like waking up in a cell again."
He looked up at the ceiling of the cave they were in. "Is it night time?" The fox asked out loud. Though it seemed like he was more talking to himself than addressing Scraps. The fox continued to lead the dog down the tunnel. The sound of water dripping to the ground could be heard echoing throughout the cave. The fox looked at Scraps. "Y'know, come to think of it. I don't think I ever asked for a name."

"Me? Leader. Har. That's a laugh. No ma'am, mm just the law round these parts."
The ferret tipped his cowboy hat. "Romulus, at yer service. But please, call meh Rom." He swiveled back around so he was facing the bar, inviting Scratch to sit next to him. "Well Miss Scratch, I'm not sure if I can help you or yer friends but. How can i be of service ta ya?"

The cat shook her head. "Nope, haven't had any weird dreams about supernatural beings." She yawned again. "But that's mainly cause I haven't slept since I got here." She smiled. "The thought of taking a nap tends to lose its appeal after you wake up in the middle of nowhere." She shrugged. "But who knows. Maybe I'll find my own muse once I get some shuteye."

The canine looked over to see who was speaking to him and deep, low growl sounded when she spotted Flynn. "You again..."
For a few seconds she didn't say anything else and took a drink of whatever she was drinking until...
She sighed. "What do you want?"
(Just a reminder: It was stated earlier that the hooded animal was female)

Unfortunately from Ian, the akita, for the moment, seems to have disappeared...again. There weren't many buildings where Ian was standing right now but to the east, past a wooden tavern-like building, the blue lights of the lantern can be seen illuminating the shapes of some dozen structures in the distance.
---Road North
---Road East
---Enter Bar (Wasting TIme)
---Go back (West entrance to town ;Red door)

"Samaki, Samaki Halden." The fox responded.
Around them the cave was getting smaller and smaller. The walls were closing in and the ceiling was getting lower.
"Its nice to officially make your acquaintance, Scraps." Ahead of them an open iron door could be seen.

Rom smiled but said nothing else about the comment.
"New ta town eh? Well umm." The ferret tapped on the table with his hand as he thought.
"Noot sure what ah can do bout the jacket, could check the lost and found back at tha station but other thaan that, ah don't think ah can help ya there lass." He scratched his chin as if pondering what to do.
"But wat I can do, is show ya this." He dug into his cowboy pockets and took out three coins and placed them on the table. One yellow, one gray, one brown.
"Noaw, the currency system s' pretty simple. Yeh got copper." Pointing to the brown one.
"Hundred ah thoose make a silver." Pointing to the gray one.
"And a hundred a thoose make a gold." Pointing to the yellow one.
"They got fancier name's but noone realleh cares about that." He leaned back in his chair and waved his hand dismissively.
"Those coins il pretty much pay for yeh way round the Ridge. And I'm sorreh fer askin again, if i did already ask but. Woot town did yeh say you came from again?"

"Oh.. okay. Bye." She waved as he walked away. (Let's say he's going along the path towards the center of town eastwards)
Ahead of him the buildings got closer and closer, but they were still a ways away. to his left he passed a cottage. It's two chimney stacks blew out a light but constant flow of billowing steam that rose into the air and disappeared. Outside the door was what appeared to be a small dog wearing what appeared to be a top hat.

---Continue East
---Approach Cottage
---Go back: West (Wasting TIme)

The canine seemed to tense at the endearing words. And after a paused, she huffed out of her nose. "Why would I tell you anything?"

Ian passed a cat, standing alone outside the tavern as he walked in. The wooden door opened with a soft creak.
There was a calm that seemed to have washed over the bar. The morning party that so brashly beat the occupants out of their Sunday morning stupor subsided into a midday serenity. Occupants mulled about, quietly talking amongst themselves. At the bar a cat was in what looked to be a conversation with a hooded figure
A raccoon and a ferret with a cowboy hat on were talking to each other.
A gray wolf was absently mindedly wiping the counter top as he watched over the bar.
In the back a scruffy dog was packing up some music equipment, probably just finished a gig.
And in the back corner was a door, that looked to lead into another room.

The fox shrugged. "Well... based on the Copenhagen interpretation... as long as we don't know what's on the other side of the door, there's an infinite number of possibilities " By now they had reached the open iron door. "But once you make an observation, all possibilities collapse, leaving one to remain." And in this case. Behind the open door, the tunnel continued, but at the end, shined a blueish white light.
"An exit!" Samaki remarked excitedly.

"Right...Am-er-i-ca?" The ferret pronounced each syllable as if it was an alien word, but nodded sympathetically . "Soorry lass but, can't say I have." He picked up the quarter and held it to the light. "But'cha know. You could try an sell it ta Irm. Could get ah few copper from these." Rom held it up to the dim light.

Here the lanterns appeared more often on the streets. Where Jones was standing the surrounding buildings were...

To his right was a metal structure in the shape of a standard boxlike house. Its metal walls were worn and rusted by age. Windows adorned the front side of the building but each were closed shut, forever sealed by two thick wooden planks nailed over them. A wooden door led into the metal building, scratched onto the door was a crudely drawn picture of a sword and shield.

On his left was what looked to be a log cabin. It looked slightly out of place with its oak wooden walls. A simple window let bright florescent light pour out into the streets. And atop the structure was a chimney, blowing out a continuous stream of steam/smoke. A white door covered the entrance.
And further down the road were more buildings.
---East: Continue along road
---West: Go back (Cottage)
---Metal building
---Log cabin

The canine snorted out of nose. "Fine..." She swiveled in her chair so she was facing him. Her legs almost touched the ground as she sat on the bar stool, dark black fur covered them. Flynn still couldn't see much of her face besides the muzzle that stuck out. A small white scar streaked across the top of her nose.
She took another drink. "What do you wanna know?"

The wolf looked over at the canine, and flashed a bartender smile as he continued to wipe the counter. "Hmm? Oh, yeah sure." The wolf stopped and looked at the now scrupulously cleaned wooden surface with approval. "What's up?"

The tunnel opened up and they walked out into a large area. The walls the tunnel was carved into stretched out and up to infinity, somewhat like the beach's rock walls. It seemed like they were outside (or were they?), but the strange thing was, the sky was still a black and blank. But what really caught their eye was the town in front of them. The stone roads were made in a grid system (much like in real life) The interesting thing about the buildings is that they all looked mismatched, as if they weren't meant to be together. Some were made of marble stone, others looked like modern house, and there was an assortment of other designs. Along the roads were lampposts that illuminated the scene with an eerie blue glow.

The closest building to them was a bar that looked kinda like this 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. Stone steps led up to a door. Outside pacing back and forth was a white long haired cat.
---Wasting Time
---North Path
---East Path
---West (go back: Tunnel, Red gate)

"Soounds like a plan." Rom pocketed his own coins and hopped off the stool, expertly landing on the ground. "Should prob'ly tell meh bro I'm leav'in. Be riight back". He waved and trotted off to the back of the bar, leaving Scratch to herself for a few minutes.

In the back the scruffy dog continued to pack the music equipment, he was almost done.

The door to the back room opened and a black cat walked out, headed for the door. She carried a small pouch in one hand that jingled with money, and a deck of cards in the other.

A malamute who had walked in a few minute ago was talking to the bartender at the end of the bar.

Flynn seemed to be chatting up the hooded canine.

The boards across the windows limited the view inside the building. But through the corners and cracks Jones could make out some of the interior of the structure.
It was a single room building. Metal walls and wooden floorboards. The barren single room had scarcely any furniture. A small twinsized bed was stuff in the corner, adorned with linen sheets and a pillow. A bookshelf filled with an assortment of tomes and other books filled its shelves stood next to it. Adjacent from it (on the wall where the windows were), a simple table stood. All that was placed on it was a single piece of paper and a quill dipped in an inkwell. And in the middle of the room was a red circular rug.

But the strangest thing of all...was that .... Harrison could hear.... humming. Though it was soft and almost inaudible. The sound of a merry tune was unmistakably coming from inside the metal house.

"Tch. Its stupid is what it is." The canine set her glass down. "Okay, here's how it goes." She looked around and grabbed empty bowl that was suppose to hold bite sized snacks (pretzels!) and placed it on the counter in front of Flynn. "This is Lyris Federation. Their the economy, government, they basically run the Ridge. Its a governing body that's been in place for....a long time. Monarchy rule." She picked up her glass and set it next to the bowl. "Now... in the past year, this new group formed out of the rabble, the Insurrectionists. Call themselves the Foster Republic." She tapped the glass. "Small group but its gaining popularity." She faced Flynn. "You get me so far?"

The gray wolf shook his head, frowning. "Fraid not. Why? Is he lost or something?" He gave a small wave of acknowledgment to a raccoon that spoke to him.

The door opened with a soft creak. The subtle smell of drink filled the canine's nostrils as he looked around the room. To his left was stationed a long bar that stretched to the back of the... bar. To his right was an area for tables, a few animals were occupying various chairs around the wooden tables, mumbling and talking to one another as the afternoon dragged in. The place almost seemed to quiet for a bar. not enough belligerent yelling or partying. Th echos of the morning romp disappeared into the lukewarm calmness of the midday. Of the notable occupants on the bar there was...

A black furred cat talking to a hooded canine.
In the back a scruffy dog was starting to lug some heavy equipment into a backroom that was in the back right hand corner of the building.
A malamute was discussing something with a grey wolf behind the counter.
And a raccoon and a ferret in a cowboy hat were making their way to the front of the bar, towards the entrance.

The wolf waved at Rom and gave a thumbs up in acknowledgement of Scratch's request. He spoke to her as they walked to the front. "The station's ah bit in tah town." They passed a terrier and a black fox on their way to the entrance. As the ferret held the door open for Scratch he gave a dramatic bow, taking his hat and holding it to his chest as he did so. "Ladeh's first." He grinned.

At the first knock the humming stopped and an eerie silence followed. And then....
Nothing happened.

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