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[trapdoor_spider]

[The video that Myrnin is running in order to document his excursion down here to the train is spotty at best, cutting out from time to time and often more snowy than clear. He's flipping gadgets, connecting hoses and occasionally pulling metal bits and ends out of a bag at his feet. It's unclear whether the bits and ends serve a purpose or just

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[am_i_being_rude]

[The Doctor is currently personifying the very definition of 'hovering'. Bits and ends and building things naturally pique his interest, and then with everything else it's kind of a wonder he's not.. doing more than hovering. He's very excited.] D'you need any help at all? I'm very good with this sort of thing. Practically make a living out of it.

[trapdoor_spider]

[Oh good! A lab assistant. It's exactly what he needed. Of course the resemblance gets him a disgusted look and a muttered:] Wasn't aware I was so friendly when I was human. [Naturally he believes the Doctor is another one of his many times over great-grandsons just as he's convinced Campbell he's a relative]

Right, helping. [He rummages through his bag, comes up with a length of curved, copper pipe and hands it to the Doctor] That should go over there. [He points in a vague direction to the left] There's a bit of rubber tubing I think would be better replaced with that pipe fitting.

[am_i_being_rude]

[He's not totally sure what to make of that. So he leaves it for a moment in favour of looking for the tubing Myrnin didn't really point out.] Ah, here we go! [Tubing in pocket, pipe on, sonic it into place to ensure it doesn't go anywhere, since he has no idea what they're building.] Humans tend to have a predisposition towards the friendlier side. Not all, obviously, but the most of them. Kind of refreshing after all those species that.. don't. [Have excitement, will babble. He's back where he was before now.] Sorry, what is it we're building?

[trapdoor_spider]

[But see that is what makes him a brilliant lab assistant! The ability to know what Myrnin is talking about when he doesn't really make it clear! Or something like that]

Even the unfriendly ones are vastly entertaining. [Perhaps in a different manner than the Doctor means. Myrnin holds a wrench out] Tighten that up there, would you? [It's another vague gesture toward something that appears to be about shoulder height. Myrnin hasn't noticed the sonic. Yet. He will though.]

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[servessithis]

[He might have feed a few days ago, but Vicente still can't help but feel drawn to the smell of blood. He carefully makes his way to the source, keeping his face concealed by his cloak's hood as usual.

He certainly wasn't expecting all this machinery.]

What is all this?

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[trapdoor_spider]

All of this is the engine of the Midnight Express train. I'm attempting to get it up and running again or at least determine how precisely it works and to where it's meant to go.

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[servessithis]

Facinating. We have no such transportation in my realm.

[Sniffs the air to pinpoint the source of the smell.]

Re: action;

[trapdoor_spider]

I've never seen a blood powered transport but I did have a computer back home.

[Myrnin notices the sniff and smirks but continues to tinker with the engine and it's workings.]