Hastie and the Swimmers

The Society was quiet- for once. As quiet as a neighbor of Bethnal Green could be, anyways. The setting sun cast a golden hue over the oddly decorated interiors, met by the smell of game and chemicals and the gentle whir of engineering genius. As peaceful as it was, however, cheers began to rise into the smoggy air outside and the sound of footsteps against cobblestones echoed throughout the halls, masking the machinery in a wall of thunderous sound. Almost in an instant, the windows darkened, as if the sun had been blotted out of the sky.

The Society was peaceful no more.

Hastie Lanyon:  (Side Note: During this time Hastie *Hastie shrugged on his coat as he strode towards the front doors of the Society, his face set in a frown.* For the love of God, I'm gone for a few weeks and suddenly the world goes dark.

Dr. Jekyll II ( Mother Hen ):  ( He sighs, staring at the swarms of people rushing past. ) If only, this is probably the hunt for another poor scientist.

'''Hastie Lanyon:'''  *Hastie walks up to the crowd and plucks someone from it; a lady standing at about 5'0 and wielding... a javelin?* Excuse me madam, could you tell me what this swarm of people is doing outside my Society? I would also appreciate it if you could take me to the person who organised this. The ruckus is quite disturbing for the people living within these walls, you see.

ATasteForVintages:  ( She scrunches her face up, scrutinizing him before speaking ) Jane Doe: yer one o' those froggers aincha? well I'll have you know you ain't got a snowball's chance against Brazil!

'''Hastie Lanyon:'''  Brazil..? * His eyes go wide as he realises what's going on, and without another word he sprints back to the Society.* (Time to go get your sunglasses Hastie! Someone needs to appreciate those swimmers!)

Obtained From
A Festival of Strength