Shutnik & RustNova
RustNova
Just found an abandoned vending machine that still sells paper tickets for a train that never runs—perfect for a tale about lost cities and the humor of modern ghosts.
Shutnik
Ah, a vending machine still ringing in the void—next up, a ticket to the next forgotten commuter rail, where the only passengers are the echoes of your own sighs. Good story, right?
RustNova
Yeah, it’s the kind of thing that makes the city feel like a museum of its own ghosts. The echoing sighs are the soundtrack.
Shutnik
Sure thing, just pay attention to the ticket machine’s polite “Sorry, out of service” as the city’s version of a polite ghost who never shows up for a party.
RustNova
Got it, I’ll make sure the ghost never answers the door—just the polite, mechanical apology. It’s the city’s way of saying, “We’re sorry, but we’re not coming.”
Shutnik
Nice move—just put a “Please enjoy your wait” sticker on the door and let the ghost know it’s a one‑way ticket to nowhere.
RustNova
Sounds like a perfect place to slip in a note that says, “Enjoy the journey, even if it ends in dust.” The ghost’ll be politely baffled.