The average tourist crowds walk or take open top tour buses. The passing of the greats as you making it up the Buckingham palace. The main gates, the bear skin hats of the royal guards. The Calvary horses in each cove. The place it very tightly secure, many watch the public from crossing inside. Plenty of average people are there to take photos of their own for keep sake, that being at the spot some life achievement. If you were to walk to the side streets around the back, there is an entry into the Buckingham during times when the royals aren't using the building. Buckingham tends to still house some the oldest pieces owned by the royals, original paintings from centuries by gone. Being a normal humble everyday person, there was plenty to see around the outside of the palace and inside during the guided tours in the allowed access.
Welcome back, lady. Are you in need of any services?
There is a perfect shielded radius of Buckingham palace that is a fixed time zone, unaffected by the chimes of the bell or the distortions. Yet it was that she walked into this circle that she sees that this was the central point of where the distortions are coming from. More then that, she was in both living and spirit mixed form. She couldn't help but take in herself, her senses and active thoughts that clicked the second she was inside this space.
"Pardon me, please follow me." A stranger softly came forwards, "This way before the media does." She puts her death gods veil over her head, and she takes extra at covering. She noticed her belt of gear on show, the slate crystal being her device and the active core inside herself. That she has crystal implant, and frosting contact lens on her left eye. She measured the secret service member and with enough of the fate threads - she can trust some degree that this is a person doing a job. They avoided going through the watched gates of the front of the palace. She peers about behind and around. She is alone. No one is here. None of her team she got out of the Tower is here. In fact, this was a completely different time era beyond that.
"Tarnished Silver." The agent whispered in the crystal ear piece, and they tapped the strange reading glasses. There was other service members in among the tourists, making sure that attention was away from her being lead around. They make it through a guest entry, having managed to avoided the new camera's.
At being in this welcome hall, she then offered a servant to take away coat and weapons. There is a guy here as security measure, basic metal and other detections. She makes her clothing fold and all her weapons are gone from reach. She gave nothing but she did put on a promise security seal on her right wrist. A simple god charm, druidic and yet very fancy. This was accepted.
"So this is access into the noble quarter... and clearly I am getting closer to the rift." She voiced more at herself, "This is a energy surge pathing to balance the open rift from consuming everything... a sort of energy sync. It's overflow is causing the rest of London's distortion." She softly looked about her personal network doing a bunch of time sync. She chooses to let the system to chug... and sits down at the provided waiting area. In habit, removed a crystal carved tea cup and saucer. It has a biscuit perched on the edge. She tipped a labelled flask of given gift tea, the molten steam wafts. The whole room sweetened by the the tea blends herb blend. She softly leans back. Her ears hearing her internal library shuffling; her damned and Clothus senses are currently organizing and sorting the book entries. She properly was properly labels her core veil boundaries. She properly lets the lacing of the crystal system - lacing her soul and the materials she is made of to flex the entire access she touches.
"You have become a very strong woman. Nothing like the little girl that shed tears and was lost in the darkness." She fluttered her eyes as her gaze looked to the wooden case sat on the coffee table between her and another sofa. The motherly native doll closed itself into the case. She sees the ghost hands that locked the case door, and gentle she looking into the next in line of a tribe. A woman in war paints and clearly died not in labour. The owner that attached their soul to this beloved doll, "You finally let go of the undertakers. Clearly they are no longer the protectors you assumed."
"I still hold myself as an Undertaker sort. I am a made being... its just the maker of me is me. It is just a vessel. Just as I was a human grown as a vessel." She poses her left hand to give the Lady hero part take in the same tea she is having now. Sharing a meal and drink is a respected thing, she has always respected the Native doll. She was one the original kept in the collection and was never experimented on. This being has been the third ever soul she has held close. She is strong enough to no longer need this doll lady, but it doesn't erase the honour.
"You became someone very respected in many circles... yet you still creep about like you don't belong to the worlds you walk the dirt of." The lady accepted and tries the drink... and with shock. And then with relaxing by the blend. The lady was lost of words for the cup being shared. Silence of the waiting room was back, silence to hear other rooms and passing people in the halls. The breathing of the physical people in here.
"Pardon the interrupting." The returned secret service member, "But what did you come for?"
"Nothing grand... nothing so world shattering." She replies softly, "I came because I wanted to. Yet the purpose there wasn't an exact one. I wanted to peer into the rift and make trades with the rift things. I am sure there is some pest control." She hummed with soon another drink of her tea. She repours for the ghost across and for herself. She relaxed, "I am just seeing my system fixing from the buffer. Was there something urgent? A job offer that has reasonable exchange." the servant bows softly, they wafted for another and they came quick. Puts things down at the coffee table and shrinks back away. Back out the room as fast as they arrived.
They placed down a stack of interesting jobs, she shadow touched every single page and abyss sight reads the pages. She felt the many kingdom stamps, god rankers and other oath hunters. There was plenty court files and she was actually being granted respected as a case reviews... making sure any cases of purgatory were being fair enough complications. There was an entire file about the replace river in heaven realm, the one that she personally paved between locals and monster settlements. There was several god letters... death. The river Styx. There was four! Four from death's wife. She snickers with there being a letter from Obinia - the fey king... a hidden soul of Omens.
"You look weirdly happy with your files." The lady warrior noted.
"Many of my friends I made along the way have sent me interesting mail." She slide her hand through to a bag sealed paper. It wasn't anything on the paper... that wasn't even paper. But still she opened it a little and takes several big smells. She poked her tongue on it and sealed it. She mulled over the mail and tucked it into her chest fold of clothing, "Guild reports?" She commanded and someone pulled up a slate data. She scans it with her crystal lens eyes, "Untouchable quests?" This also shows prompt, "So nothing." She softly nods, "I guess I should get ready to host my own party." She recounted in knowing.
"Yes, I should add that in my tasks. Meat hunting, check the vegetable gardens and exchange the herbs." Leana was soon soothed with having her network slowly in working order, "Oh and I should hire Twilight or Shade as my bar workers. Cocktail shakers. They need the jobs." She smiles with putting the cup on shadow (Not on a table but suspended at her side on literal shadow). She play taps her hands to think quicker with being excited to what else she needed to source for the party.
"And what are you throwing a party for?" The ghost warrior asked cautiously.
"Well I haven't had a retirement party from my book duties yet. Among so many other achievements... repairing this collapsed universe would be worth celebration. I just can't help but just want to party in the free will of it. I might even cross my fated one again. Broad ice man." her smile breaks human sense and she had to fix her face with hands blocking her face. The people around her didn't get it.
"You have been a very busy soul. Would you even bother with a cursed doll like me?" The lass looked worried the reply but there is a tense of not expecting it to be a bad thing either, "I am Invited?"
"You are. You have been through my rough times and seen the start of my journey. You get to meet those that came after... and my many generations of tomes after us." She paws proud, "Oh you would love my grandchildren. Mini little smart pants."
The strange tension. The plenty that were thinking about her current age and the displacement of how aged she spoke just now. Even the hues of the emotions behind her words were exactly like a proud grandmother, not preformed. She can read the room, a little lip jerk with them looking horrified to the idea of someone so young being great grandmother.
"You know that time doesn't work when you leave the relativity that keeps it sensible." She puffed in having to teach them, "So when I crossed the rift, I aged and all sorts of things." That wasn't good enough for them to get it and she had to sigh deeply.
"Right fine. Time is based on the earth rotating around the sun, this worked until space travel became a complication. Heck the international space station has days skipped because of its rotation around the earth, experiencing time in a different speed without actually being different speed. We then started measuring time by the decay of atoms. This worked for long enough for human life spans... and then we needed longer ones. Then we have machine men that wanted something else to time measure... since their time is based by the relay of electrical circuiting." There looked flumex about that last part with robots, "Sort of like how long it takes for humans to send a thought to their mouth to speak." She sees that suddenly the folks that it mattered for, they got it.
"Right, so time can't be measured when you have nothing to use as the tool to measure in the same equation. So then it makes the other parts complicated, when playing events side by side is at different running speeds. You started here, left, spent time away but came back exactly the moment you left. Then you what, were measuring time in your own method since? You dissociated, disconnected to us."
Well that was actually the problem she is having at the moment, how she is slipping time zones is because she measuring like an abyss walker. She isn't measuring like someone that is entangled here. She thinking about this properly, she was grounding her moment to the current. Attempting to be real with the now she is. Yet even with the hot tea back in her hand, tipping to her lip and seeing a bunch of data flickering across invisible windows. She sees the interesting notaries of her current events.
"So what are you actually here for? You are a Seer, you all scheme." She closed a lot of eyes, senses and a lot of her spare senses are dormant once more. She softly was just looking at her tea cup, looking at the shapes made by leaves at the bottom of the cup. There was an interesting message in her cup, the shape of a creature she knew. She puts the cup away. She put the flask away, and with respect. She took back the finished shared cup from her respected friend.
"Well it is time to close that rift... or repurpose it." She considered plenty of many parts. She knew about how the rift effected the unseen worlds. She knows the stances of the afterlife beings. She knew so many systems about how to be a force that could make the rift safe. She poses herself in peering empty forwards, being in deep thoughts, "I don't know if I should be the one fussing over this. You would think the many gods that actually care about the density of souls across this carpet would be afraid of loosing souls. Like a backdoor program in a closed computer server. A small cut in a major artery of a working body. Hidden danger." She rolls her left hand, "Not really up to me about fixing it or not. But what happens with it does become my business. Especially the things that come and go from it being closed. If it is left open in a safe manner, then its just a space I will be making return journeys fishing." She focuses with the empty room around her and smirks. She opens back her spirit sight. Yup everyone is there, "I am trespasser, very amusing."
There is confused pulled faces and she got off the sofa. She dusted off herself, shifting her appearance into her hire agent looks. She shrank to the average human height she should have been, not of a monster of nightmares, the size to the correct age she is as according to the time events. She belted her most useful and telling gear. She pulled a old mage cloak up from her storage, flexed with all the many centuries of weaving magic across worlds. She smoothed the fabric just right and then with smile. She crafted her hand status mask. The one from inherited from her mother's father. She embedded some changed into it, befitting her difference of ranker. She ribbons it on.
"Right, onto the tour." She purred with gloves lacing up her hands. She leaves the room, the wood box hugged to her that contained the Native American woman warrior. Holding the guest with safety and pride. She carries right into the next tour crowd of guests. She snickered how fate plays games. Sees the threads. Sees the magic wafting off them.
"Ugh, excuse me." Someone polite nerve spoke up at her side, "You're ugh... puppet." She puts the box case to her belt with a cord, and lets the doll be seated on her shoulder.
"I am not worried about my friends." She said back in the same register of voice. The guy softly just nodded about that and focused about the tour. But then he had a loud after thought, 'friends'.
"This painting is likely the only true to picture from that we will have of the royal Queen. Painted by an artist that was swiftly executed for the finished work. The only likely reason this painting survived is based on the dairy entry the monarch wrote that day. The private achieve is for obvious reasons sealed. But we were allowed some access during restoration and digital copying projects." The tour guide posing to the art and blankly yet proud of their job. There a glee inside the tones of how they ramble extra snaps then what others would have drily repeated. The voice was completely cut off by the person being the actual lead of this team.
"This is not what we are looking." Impatience.
"I have a question." She spoke over the group, "Did they have that painting refurbished recently?" The tour guide thinks it over while plenty are baffled about where she came from and who the hell she is.
"It was. A expert team of the national gallery here in London. I can't disclose much about the processes and the cost of the work."
"Did they find anything extra while the work happened? You were just saying about such things happening often with historical pieces." She clasps hands in meeting the history buffs interest with the same energy euphoretic wonder. The tour guide is back in shape with finding someone in equal history thrill as themselves.
"We learned that the face was worked many times... we are only starting to guess that this was because of the demands between queen and queen mother. The dairy entry of the exact day this painting was finished was paid and taken to the mother of the queen. It was shortly sent to storage following that, as the mother passed four weeks after receiving it." The smile was back, the warmth and the glee of being ready for the next part. The hard worker was plenty pumped for this tour, as they had at least one person in this group following the tour properly.
"We have so much more to discover, thanks to these accidental finds in restoration works and new technology that deep scans layers. Follow me this way to the next wing." the group walks like cold bodies, well only the tour guide was skipping on his toes.
"And who are you?" Snapped a magic wafting person, "Stop interfering."
"Oh? You trying to find a great British secret here in the palace? Or are you here to steal intel? You are way to obvious for a bunch of not spies." She play pats an arm, "You're magic has already alerted them. You're just being read like books." She fasts up her pace and comes to walk to the side of the tour guide, "Percy, did you want to know a cool secret? It's not going to hurt anyone knowing it. Its harmless." The tour guide looked deeply shocked her name calling them like that, but the pose of the name badge. The name on there isn't their real name.
"You must be a great history buff if you knew about the restoration work at a glance." He softly chuckled.
"Which is why, this next fact is going to be cool." She hooked arm with theirs and she took direction. They stayed in the accesses that public are granted, she isn't breaking the rules, "That vent is about to be why this place is going to go into a major close off for the next three holiday events." She poses to the exact vent and everyone looked completely confused.
"It isn't exactly the vent itself, but the fact its a undocumented hollow space inside the planning of this place. And when you do find the untouched 19th century room. You going to have to send a whole team to move all the objects out of there. As sadly the room is directly going to interfere with the new toilet plumbing." She nods about this like it is sad fact, "You can't leave the items of big historial find to be rotten by water damage and mildew. That vent is the only air circulation that room has. The door ias been nailed shut. A whole craze about vampires or something." She chuckled, "There isnt any documents written about why it was sealed. Only that work was done to close the room for good."
"That has to be insane." the tour guide laughed, "That can't be right. Everything you said about the floor planning is not for public know. How would someone so young have access to such critical information? Given the age of this place, I do believe that there isn't blue print of this palace existing anymore."
"Wrong again." She chuckles, "The architect that rebuild the front walls after the blitz had did some digging to make sure his work was accurate to the palace history. He kept the art prints of the palace's early years. He has hunted down in private collectors and churches for the printers that provided tourist sold drawings of them constructing the outer walls as we know. As the outer of the palace is just fancy touch up plaster of modern monarchy. The inner walls are the original outer walls." There a long blinking of this, "You should fact check, Percy. Ask your ear." Percy was tongue tied.
"Miss Fallown, stop upsetting your co-worker." an agent coming by to sae the situation, "Geeze. No wonder they sent me. You need to report in." She stops clinging and they all start about the vent. There a long staring of thinking over her little nugget of knowing, "We can send a camera like one them pipe ones." This was agreed with swift nods. Other staff were soon into the gossip about the strange vent. Word got around so fast that the historian team for Buckingham's many parts and history came out the wood works with tools and camera.
"You changed history." Threads snapped and shifted, and an angry disembodied woman's voice snarls. Like the elaborate plan to play with these human souls was taken from the fate goddess. Leana ignores this. Focusing with leaving the fated people off reach for a bit. Leana casts a few binding marks and magic restriction; this seemed to had fixed something of approval with the goddess at work with bonds. There was someone among that team that sees the binding, stares afraid of the energy that made that tie and looked back at the leaving woman in a cloak full of energies.
"If things were always going to happen regardless of it planned, forced or accidental." Leana tuts in her own tongue to the system attached to her nerve system, seeing the crystal panes of data analysis the strange. She is being brought around to an office from private side of the palace. She finds this isn't any king or queen of the living world.
This was in fact an undertaker made version of the passed Queen Elizabeth the second. Made young again in clay shape, threads of soul puppeteering the joints with that grace of monarchy made. And sure Elizabeth was mad about a lot of things that her son has allowed. There is the deep grains of how a mother feels about her kids, that this is a human soul inside a clay body that has been adapting to being the now. There is acceptance that Elizabeth is a dead person... that she can not stop the living being living.
Leana stands plenty long to judge the queen as she does for everyone she has ever. Hearing the soul things, seeing the things behind the gestures and the debating of worth that corpse is on the black market. She doesn't trade in souls. But corpses... yes those hands would be worth it. But this is a respected woman with great achievements. This is a woman who held power and made many chooses. There is plenty to debate weither she was good at her reign or not, the sort of long debate that all does for every single monarch of the British Empire.
"May the grace that life left carry you onwards." Leana has considered this queen an idol in many factors. Someone that has to be respected, regardless of what history will be written down as, "I can be hired for plenty of services, but I don't think you need them." Leana waited for gesture and this brave woman gave it with smooth roll of the left hand, "I gave the plans of the space travel wormhole transport flinger. I am the one that stopped the idiots doing the experiment in unstable places on earth. I however respect the humanity will take these experiments to somewhere off planet to safely work it." The queen putting down the fane pretending to not be listening, "The future is off earth... there isn't really a when we can know for when is. We can continue saving the planet but we will also learn to live on Mars and Moons of other solar systems."
"That is plenty enough to tell me why you are here." Pushing a black file, a tome and a massive court ribbon tie of letters, "You aren't preventing it from happening. You aren't going to stop the lives loss. You are just smoothing the path away from catching worse outcomes." Waved that this was all that can be over looked, "We aren't enemies or alliances." As in life, she is also in death. The crown of a kingdom took someone that had been used to power.
"You don't need to wear the crown constantly. You have the right to relax too. You are dead... you don't need to preform being a queen all the time. You aren't just a face of power. You are a person." Leana taking all these parts while softly spoke.
"I spend time watching Charlotte a lot. She reminds me of my younger self." Princess Charlotte is William's daughter.
"Ah, you're her shadow guard. I noticed." Leana chuckled a little, "Oh, I was like that my direct children. Watching from beyond the grave. I would move the drinks and snacks. Move paperwork for them. I put a bunch of leaflets of help advice to them when they needed it." The monarch sharps a look right up at her, "I excused it as being undertaker stuff. Helping the living by small moving of objects isn't breaking the rules." They both share a mother's knowing smile. The pen picked up again.
"You surprise me, Miss Fallown. Time away from humans has made you mature." that was the ending remark. Leana takes a bow and leaving the study. She passed the standing crowd of nosy people for a vent. She snickers of this. She comes around to meeting behind the tour guide of strange mages. It was nice to listen to the public history of the tour guide gave for the last parts. Ending to loop back to the public entry into Buckingham palace. The entry into the saviours shop.
"You came back in time." The scaredy cat that knew about the bindings. She took off those bindings now that they were exiting the Buckingham palace exit. She lets them walk ahead faster then her and become lost in the crowds of London streets.
"Liz!" One of her human freinds came up and hugs around her back, "You got lost in there."
"I love history, I wanted longer look at the art. And I couldn't help but buy one the guide books." She swapped the important documents with a real copy from the gift shop at the end of the tour, "I managed to be talking to one the converseationists for some the peices there and he gave me his number." There was a sudden cold grapple of pulling her into someone's embrass, "I only took it for work expreince, sheesh." She pat taps the gentleman's arms that was pocessively jelous of this. He took a big breath, smelling her neck and eased off the tension in his shoulders (she can feel it in his hold of her). The freind eye roll.
"Seriously so pocesive, I am staring to worry if you are holding her against her will." Said in a joke but there it a slip of geuine worry.
"I prefer it. No one has every caged me with intensive love like this ever. I feel prescious. Beside, He doesn't stop me talking to my family or you lot. He didn't have to be here if I said so. He does actually have some business to do while we are being tourists." She explains in her current now memories, "I love this. I love him." The mates accepted this, there is a very real warm smile that Leana doesn't wear often. She seems actually relaxed in his arms, and she isn't doing her looking at the crowds like the world is out to kill her. The strange he is is exactly the reassurance to allow her to be confident and comfortable. The mates turn subject to talking about food, it was well past time. Some tummies growls.
"Oh I know a place." She sees the fate of these people and she isn't going to stir away from the paid tolls, "There's a speak easy around here. It's a celebrity secret." They looked confused on why her with her background would know something so nesh.
"I own some of my biggest clients to her. We all know she came from rough in Florida. But she actually very in the know of some circles. It shocks me often when she blind sights me with something so strangely on point." The group have had her many times of her strange words getting them into interesting events or meeting cool people. They became friends because she helped using her supernatural ties to help them all each uniquely at some point. Preventing near death experiences. Getting an opportunity they never would have. Just having better because she knew someone.
"Right, this way!" She takes them to the edge of the stable time boundary in an alleyway between old standing medieval stood buildings. She can see the old meat hooks that once has a pheasant here. The glass pane that blocked the open air counter this butchers counter was. The dirty road isn't of open sewage like she was here last time for. This was more plastic wrappers and dump bins lining here. She studies a little longer with checking for the current phrasing needed. And with a lean of the window, there was scratched words on the corner of the glass. She smirks and she pulls them to the side. The false wall not moved in a long time.
"Tick Tock!" She knocked deep long loud on the wall, pounding it to shiver the dust and dirt, "Gears of the clock, tick tock." She then brushed across the surface loudly, "I heard this is was the place to buy the finest unicorn meat and the freshest ashes of a phoenix." She did a rapping knock, "Come on out Butcher! Tick tock, time on the clock!"
The group stare at her like she lost her mind. The pause was prolonging enough for them to nearly joke that she was wrong this time. Right when someone turned back to the nearer restaurant they passed to get here.
"Tick tock. Welcome back." the false wall opened widely and she smiled pulling her partner quickly. The friends were more afraid of stepping in, the smell and the disuse of the strange corridor. As the last person was about to leave, suddenly feeling the need to run from this place. They were grappled by the gear working bodies. Metal plating bodies, smoothed and not human made. The joint grapple with no human strength. Mouths soon shoved of rags and pulled into the corridors deeper parts.
They crossed the barrier of the palace and the entry of the noble status into Unlondon was apparent. The folks that were her friends are dementor beings now, living corpse beings. Being brought to the side that used to be the corpse gallery for the Victorian corpse snatchers and secret anatomy artists viewing. Her and her close partner, whom are turned as dementors are being bought into the lab at the other side. They are given full medical, clothing ripped off and every inch of skin is being documented. Soon metal men move aside, and a crystal shaped one steps. All the metal men salute to the commander made of crystal.
"I knew we would meet someday." Leana voiced with holding her modesty. The crystal machine in seeing such a human action, makes the metal ones fetch proper noble clothing for them cover. He was being treated the same.
This crystal commander puts a hand to touch the veins that grown into Leana; a circuit was complete and an internal system conversation was being had. Made at the speed of human thinking and body reactions. Information swapped with information. The two crystal cores of the separate people exchanged so much that, the crystal commander came off first. Staggering from the overload of energies and information that breaks the sound of sanity. The crystal commander woman steadies with choosing carefully.
"I understand." Sounding human and although it hurts to know the losses of life, it is met with the many lives that be saved in exchange, "That is the way." Leana nodded of this, "Well, the SCP foundation is unable to cross past the beggars streets. The slums of the Unlondon... the outer of the bubble city." The woman reports in treating Leana as an equal, "The cult whom dug themselves with the nobles that live in the city bubble limit have been able to make good on the experiments progress. They have killed many in the progress to what they granted to now." Lady Rose, as in the quartz she is made from lowered in thinking.
"They aren't aware of the materials they are using are crystals like you. Souls made from the side realm that makes souls a solid material. To them it is just spell work with reactive rocks." the sad truth of the perspective's, "The rift is already open and there. The spell just changes those whom crossed over to flex into law. making soul bodies to format with real laws here." The rose lady softly nods having already figured this, "I have come to ruin their experiment, but... the cost spent will be put towards the space age that will get humans out of earth orbit."
"You met the reincarnations of my brother, after he was lost from the explosion that throw him into the voids of space. His wife took over... and his children inherited the network that kept the space stations and earth city bubbles safe." the crystal woman helped the last bits that Leana can't reach about this old fashion outfit, and then was messing with making the hair neat again. The mask was returned back and Leana tied that herself without help.
"Are you able to access the vampire court that controls the core of Unlondon?" Leana nods of this, "Then you have my escorts and my permission. I will release those attached to your systems."
They shake on this, right hands with making it a soul promise. A binding that couldn't be changed. They give gas masks and injections to be prevented affects of the many mind bending drug in the air vents. They are given pills created as the all healing pill by the cities successful immortal humans projects. The projects that made vampires came from. While the space vampires are internally made different organs and bone density. Even so, blood has hierarchy with vampires. The space vampires have a higher stand then the earth made ones. They can't ignore her, adapted with vampire bloods. Another encounter of beings she used to adapt herself during her slave years under a Clothus. God eaters weren't the only monsters that took from her flesh.
"Lady Merchant of the abyss dream cottage." A sash of her status is pinned across her chest, and now they are walked out of the alley of the city underground. She holds her partners hand, walking the street of the London before the great fire, pave cobble streets in perfect layout. The lamp hung on poles along the cobble street as light source are crystal motion sensing. The metal men guarding them handles the Krama system, treating them as vampire nobility. Getting them into the crystal barrier that divided humans from the core of Unlondon itself. The bubble city that was created from a apocalypse that hasn't happened yet. The metal men leave when crossed over into the core of Unlondon's main settlement. The layout of the core is a modern made machine construct of living habitats. It is a complete material change. The noble districts is the original great London from the great fire. The outer beggars layer is the tunnels to escape out of the mind control settlement. The core was never for normal humans.