Samantha was used to Basil's mindscape mimicking the old streets of London as seen through a steampunk revisioning. Cobblestone and alleys, mews and rowhouses, shops and even an occasional vending cart filled with various bric-a-brac that probably meant something to Basil, but little to the onlooker.
It's depiction now heavily mimicked the city after the effects of what was commonly referred to by British historians as 'The Blitz'. The heavy rod iron gates that acted as the security to his mind were twisted and ripped from their posts and haphazardly tossed aside like they were made of paper mache. Beyond them parts of the city were destroyed where others stood untouched, empty. It all seemed quite random and with little strategic method applied.
Of course, to someone who was savvy, someone who knew the city already, that person would know that the seeming mayhem was very deliberate indeed. These cozy little nooks were where Basil stored the memories he wanted easy access to. The ones he would recall frequently to look over and show off or fuss about depending on the nature of the memory. These had to be the first things to go if one wanted to take a hold of his mind.
The fog that normally loomed on the outskirts of the city were gone, and off in the distance, a green light blinked in and out as one of the only 'artificial' lightsources left in the city. Bellowing throughout the city over the sound system the Bailey once used to speak to 'interlopers' and other trouble makers, was instead the soft sound of a
French Jazz Standard.
Jez's personal style and Basil's mindscape theme fought against each other as she blipped into existence next to The Morrigan. While Jez had a fondness for riding gear, his mindscape decided to interpret this into a riding habit, complete with a Edwardian era riding skirt instead of the Jodhpurs she was such a fan of, and a top hat.
