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Okay. You are really curious why it seems to calm down around you but you rather focus on improving the signal before you do anything reckless. You let the ETFs fiddle with a majority of the radio equipment; You imagine they would have more experience in that department than you.
You decide to team up with Ashley to go along with her plan. Well, specifically her plan to fix the signal, you don't care to leave right now. Anomalies are cooler than random empty rooms.
The two of you approach one of the more maligned growths of random radio circuity and parts that makes up the 'vessel' of the anomaly. Ashley slams her foot against one of the loose panels to expose some REMARKABLY ugly looking wiring. Looks like what you'd put together during a maniac episode.
Pink, yellow, orange, red, cyan wires twist and tangle with each other. Some of the wires are even in colors that you don't have words to describe aside from 'Puce' and 'Anti-Purple'. You doubt you can do anything with this, really.
"Hm. Do you see, like, a transmitter or something? Maybe we can bend it back into shape." Ashley promptly puts the panel back on. The two of you scan across the tumorous mass of technology. Eventually, you look up at one of the taller towers of radio machinery to see something quite odd: A small pole with at least eighteen different antennae jutting out of it.
The pole is short and stubby since it has to fit within 10 feet due to the room's ceiling but you think you two can climb up and reach it.
"Think that'll help?"
"Probably. I can climb up, can you?"
"I climbed worse things. C'mon."
It's a struggle for the two of you due to how disjointed the structure itself is but it's not long before the two of you reach the antenna tower. You realize what the issue is; The antennae are gunked up to high hell and all of them are bent at incredibly awkward angles.
"I'm not much of a radio expert but I know this can't be good for the signal." Ashley tries to remember something and apparently she manages to remember some old radio factoids. "Wait. I think alcohol can help dissolve this. Didn't we get some vodka a while back?"
"Oh, yeah!" You pull out a bottle of POTATO VODKA. You crack it open and gently pour about a sixth of the liquor onto some of the antennae. The built up oil and grime washes off and...
"Я cкaзaл тeбe, чтo никтo нe бyдeт...Ich habe dir gesagt, Maria, ich liebe dich, aber ich kann nicht...生きたい!生きたい!" As soon as you heard legible words, it cuts right back off to the morse code. "... .-.. .- -... -.-- .--- ... .. --. -. .- .-..-"
You think you're on the right track.
"Hey! The signal's getting better!" You hear Lex yelling from somewhere below. You rather not look down since even if you're only 10 feet up, you're not the best with heights. Especially while on THIS type of structure.
"I think we have to bend the antennae back into shape. You think you can help me with that?" You ask Ashley.
