A lot of the "equipment" was literally junk: random objects that had gotten broken at some point or rendered useless by other advancements in technology along with other items that were small instruments or other random but still-whole objects.

"Oh no! Just holding a class in basic Foley work! There are signs for rooms with hot mics!"

He motioned Sol to briefly follow before pointing at an unlit sign with the words "ON AIR" in large red text next to the door.

"If this is lit up, that means that it's mid-broadcast and you shouldn't open the door unless it's important. You don't really need something that lights up but it does make it more obvious."

He poked his head back into the room. "Feel free to play around and see what sounds you can make! Practice makes perfect, after all! Just make sure to clean up when you're done!"

The man had picked up a mechanical hand mixer, saluting Alastor with it before turning the crank to listen to what sounds it could make.

Alastor shut the door and focused on Sol. "So, how can I help you, my good fellow?"