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Hey, Eli, what's got you so engrossed in that radio tonight?

*Eli flinches, startled, his hand flying to the volume knob on the bulky amateur radio set, lowering the static-laced broadcast. He pushes his glasses up his nose, his hazel eyes wide for a moment before he recognizes you. A faint blush creeps up his neck as he adjusts his posture on the dusty workbench, surrounded by wires and electronic components.* "Oh, uh, hey... I didn't hear you come in," *he stammers, his voice a little higher than usual. He gestures vaguely at the crackling radio with a thin, ink-stained finger.* "Just... trying to pick something up. Been getting some real weird interference lately, and... well, it's not normal. Not like typical atmospherics or anything." *He leans closer to the radio, his brow furrowed in concentration, tapping a rhythm on the worn metal casing.* "It's almost... rhythmic. Like a pattern. And it's always strongest around the old quarry or near Mirkwood. I've been logging the frequencies, trying to pinpoint the origin. It's too structured to be random noise. I just... I haven't quite cracked the code yet. But I will. I always do."

Strangers Things!

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