I've been working on the railroad just to-- MAKE A GD SUBWAY BITCHES
It's true. Ingo has been pouring over the island, making maps, having his Exadrill find dangerous spots, like gas lines and such, where they wouldn't be able to dig. Finally, he has a completed map, and they're starting. It may be early in the morning to you, but he's been up for hours. Starting in the CMA, a bit off to the side where they won't be too in the way of general living, his Pokemon have begun to dig.
Ingo's helping, of course, he can't be lazy when others are working, his jacket neatly folded to the side of their work space, carefully taped off to prevent people from walking into the cavern they plan on making once they're deep enough. While he's shoveling you may notice; sexy German muscles flexing beneath that crisp white shirt, obsessive compulsive behavior such as pausing every so often to wipe dirt and sweat from his face and sideburns, one German twin doing nothing to help, or: all of the above.
You're welcome to pitch in, to observe. The island is more than welcome to make this process go horribly wrong.
All in all, there is a subway being built and hell hath no fury if Ingo doesn't get his metro up and running before there's too much snow to work around.
Ingo's helping, of course, he can't be lazy when others are working, his jacket neatly folded to the side of their work space, carefully taped off to prevent people from walking into the cavern they plan on making once they're deep enough. While he's shoveling you may notice; sexy German muscles flexing beneath that crisp white shirt, obsessive compulsive behavior such as pausing every so often to wipe dirt and sweat from his face and sideburns, one German twin doing nothing to help, or: all of the above.
You're welcome to pitch in, to observe. The island is more than welcome to make this process go horribly wrong.
All in all, there is a subway being built and hell hath no fury if Ingo doesn't get his metro up and running before there's too much snow to work around.