Chapter Text
"Gooood morning Hyperion, Washington! You’re listening to Hyperion Fog, 10.20 on the radio dial. Begging your pardon for all the yawning on the show today, but events last night kept me and Skyler up until maybe four in the morning. Anyone who lives within a mile radius of the garage will know exactly what I am talking about without me having to say so.
So! On to important news. Thanks to the efforts of our Very Own Juno Steel and our Mister Newcomer, who's name is Peter Nureyev dear listeners, the Washington Devil has been killed and defeated. It was set on fire yesterday about three pm, and will no longer be bothering us. My deepest regards to the families afflicted by the monster, I hope your hearts rest easy and that this knowledge brings you some closure.
In gladder news, it seems our Mister Mystery is staying in town for a while longer! He'll be living with our dearest and only detective, so if you want to send him casseroles and such, you know the address! Welcome to Hyperion, Mister Nureyev! We are so very glad to have you and wish you great joy for the foreseeable future.
Let’s see, what else. All establishments serving alcohol are having Happy Hour all day today to celebrate the downing of the devil, but may I remind you all that the police station is only a few miles from here and we don't want to give them the satisfaction of arresting any of us for public intoxication. Mose is offering half price on aspirin and all restaurants as well of the garage and general store will be providing free water bottles all day. Not much else to say my dear listeners!
All's well in the world today, and it looks like the good weather will be holding out for a little longer. Stay tuned for an hour of folk tunes selected by yours truly, or come by the garage for some live banjo and trumpet music. This is Fog Burns, wishing you all fair winds and following seas!"