"One was enough, Vinyl." Cats said, placing a clawed hand on the overenthusiastic jeerer's shoulder, effectively distracting her from the growing wall of 'you tried' gold stars. She turned to him and frowned, annoyed, but walked away from the wall. She went over to the group of settlers that were currently traveling from another, recently destroyed city. They were looking for another place to rebuild, another place to light the torch with the flame that they had carried for years. These ruins' flame had long burnt out, but it served as a good enough place for the travelers to rest their tired feet and eyes, if a little quiet and dusty.