[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Deeper%20Than%20The%20Sands:%20Chapter%20One&name=prinp___.ttf&size=30&style_color=f7976a[/img][hr][@rivaan] [@Pundii] [@Morose] [@FantasyChic] [@Nallore] [@Sigil] [@ONL][hr][h3][b][color=f7976a]October 4th, 1924 - 2:30 P.M. Local Time[/color][/b][/h3][hr][h1][b][i][color=82ca9d]Peter[/color] & [color=598527]George[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/xT9IgGjQHwELXN5mmc/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][i][color=82ca9d]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Qasr El Nil Barracks: Reginald's Office[/center][hr]	

	Chuckling slightly, Peter shook his head. [color=82ca9d]"God willing, I will be turning in my bachelorhood to Lady Munn,"[/color] Peter said and the single brow that was visible on Georges face rose. 

	[color=598527]"Mmmm, the one you spoke of often? Vera?"[/color] he asked as he sat there, palming the saucer of his tea on one hand as he held the cup in another. Peter nodded in confirmation. [color=598527]"After all this time...mmm, Lucky man I would say if she is half the woman you spoke of."[/color]

	[color=82ca9d]"My words could never do her justice, could they uncle?"[/color] Peter sat up in his chair and slowly set his cup of tea down. [color=82ca9d]"And as much as I would love to try the local cuisine. I do have a task at hand. I still wish to check in on Vera at the museum considering the happenings of this morning. I do worry. Once she is attended to, then perhaps I shall."[/color]

	George turned his head slightly. [color=598527]"mmm, not sure. Will depend,"[/color] he said answering the Lord Majors question. 

	[color=82ca9d]"Well why don't you be a right good man and come with me for now to the museum? I would adore to introduce you to Vera and uncle does have work to do."[/color] George looked over towards Peter and let out a breath. It took a moment but he nodded and rose from his place, extending his thanks and his hand to Reginald. Peter followed suit and gave his uncle a hug. [color=82ca9d]"I will return later today, but for now, on to the museum."[/color] With that both men excused themselves, leaving the office and making their way to Peter's room in the officers area so he could retrieve a his hat. 

	A knock came to the doors of Josephine and Haakon. A guard at each waiting to escort them down to the Lord Majors office. "This way if you will," they instructed and waited to be joined by the two before leading them down to the Lord Majors Office. George was not sure he was wanting to be out and about to meet someone else today but probably it was a good thing that the two of them were already in Peter's room before Josephine and Haakon had arrived. Another knock, this time at the Lord Majors door and they had arrived. "Lord Major, Miss Clark and Mr. Elvsgaard to see you sir," the guard said as he opened the door. 


[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=f7976a]Vera Munn[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://i2.wp.com/geekylibrary.com/files/2016/03/tumblr_mpflbxZ9T41syl1qjo1_500.gif[/img][hr][b][i][color=f7976a]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Egyptian Museum: Her Office[/center][hr]	

	Neema looked over towards Nora and gave half a nod. It was a possibility but she had known the curator for probably more years than these girls had been alive. He had always been meticulous about keeping the museum in order, even before he became the curator. Details were everything to him. From what Neema could see of Lady Munn, she didn't think she would have misplaced them. Though it was still a chance. "Perhaps she will let us check the archives," Neema said as she glanced over in the general direction to where Vera had stormed off too. She wanted to find out but she wasn't about to go over there and interject. Hopefully the woman would be back shortly so they could ask. Seemed that her new acquaintance Lauren had the same idea. Just wait right there for Lady Munn. 

	Vera's lips curled into a veritable snarl as William spoke. [color=f7976a]"How dare you presume to tell me how to live my life. What I do and for what reason I do that is none of your concern. Who are you to dictate to me how to live? You know nothing about me. All you seem to know is that you take joy in causing me pain. Telling me to tell Peter how I feel? I have been nothing but open and honest with him. How about you? Can you say the same? Stand there and tell me what to do? Have you ever felt anything real in your life? Beyond the joy you get from carving another notch in your bed post! Love? Ha! Who have you ever loved in this life but yourself?"[/color] she spat. 

	The woman didn't wait for an answer. It was all rhetorical to her. Turning on her heel she stormed off, nearly toppling over a stack of books waiting to be put back in place as she did but her anger would not allow her to slow down even though she was tripping as she went. Her chest hurt desperately right then, each step she took it hurt more. She had allowed herself to get flustered once again by the man. Why would he even say such things to her? She could not fathom it. It reminded her of the boys when she was younger, pulling on her curls. They only ever did that to see her flustered. Didn't they?

	Stepping back over to the trio of women examining the tiles, she took a deep breath. Her eyes were misty and her voice had carried freely through the stacks of books even in such a large room. Clearing her throat she tried to act as if everything was fine as she plastered on a brave face and tried to get back to business. [color=f7976a]"Have you been able to determine anything in my absence?"[/color] she asked in a shaky voice. 

	The curator nodded curtly and rose form his desk. "I see, then let us give you a trial run shall we? There will be a ninety day probation period. We will see how you do between now and then, then there will be a review period. If everything goes well, then you will have the job on a permanent assignment. Pay during the probationary period is as it would be normally. The American Hospital is where you go should you need medical assistance. You will have a desk in the archives library with Lady Munn. I guess I should take you over there at this time to introduce you," he said as he adjusted his coat and motioned for the door. "This way if you would."

[hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a187be]Aziza Tarek[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/58f1805c-2002-4e79-952f-928a355dd8fc.jpg[/img][hr][b][i][color=a187be]Location: [/color][/i][/b]Streets of Cairo -> Qasr El Nil Barracks: Stables[/center][hr]	

	Aziza looked over towards Harry and couldn't help but smile to herself, her cheeks warming slightly. He didn't want anything more to do with this than she did it seemed but he was willing to go along with it for her. It wasn't something she was accustomed to, some one willing to be there for her despite his own personal feelings on the situation. Had he been her her husband he would have told her to shut up, or even worse, silenced her with a swift backhand to her cheek to let her know it didn't matter what she wanted he would do as he pleased. Yet Harry wasn't her ex husband, and she was forever thankful for that. 

	[color=a187be]"I have no doubt that as long as you are near me I am safe,"[/color] she said in a confident voice. She had no doubt in her mind that whatever happened, whatever or whomever came for her, he would protect her. It was odd feeling safe with a man next to her. To feel protected the way she did with him. She wasn't complaining, it was just something she was not used to but something she hoped wouldn't end anytime soon. 

	Looking back forward she continued to move through the crowd on her stallion, keeping next to Sgt. Walsh as much as she could, only dropping back when the streets were too crowded or too narrow. She found herself enjoying the short trip back to the barracks but as safe as she felt with Harry next to her she was still glad to return to the military installation. Not only for herself, but for him. When they were within the walls she knew he was safe as well and not having to put himself out there. "Yes, over there you can house them," one of the military personal explained as they were let back into the barracks, pointing out the stables. Aziza thanked the man as the gate closed behind them and she nudged Drahl ahead. Seemed this was her home, for now.